Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
tsunami museum.
bismillah happy reading all 😘
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My frowning face that should be tomorrow me and om Za to Medan instead had to be resigned because of work affairs.Dadak om Za was called by the Mayor to accompany important guests from outside the city and members of the House of Representatives in order visit to advance the tourist area.
" can't they choose another camat camat !" sewotku did not accept while stomping my feet, like no other camat in Aceh.Why should also om Za ..plans that have been made as usual destroyed just like that.My food has been destroyed so destroyed, new also blooms have to bud again even fall ..can I bomb ga tuh people ??
I slammed the door of the room let om Za speak for himself outside, let alone until his mouth frothy even I already do not care.Said the wife is less cool and vinegar was okay , once om Za felt sleeping outside with a bad mosquito mosquito .
" i'm sorry brother, brother." he said from behind the door.
" oom Za really have the same heart as me.." I muttered while shedding tears and punching non-jok pillow, somehow I became easy to see this belsksngan.Dikit nih tears out, came out, as much as what the supply in dalem there.Ga can what the mayor of this I made spoiled ria together with om Za.
" don't know what if I'm disappointed, whose wife is me what the mayor anyway, the feeling of ko I'm sidelined anyway !" I'm crazy to be jealous of Za's boss.
" sir..honey...!!" om Za is still trying to persuade me.But as if petrified me silence does not intend to open the door of the room, my hearing seemed to bully at once did not want to hear the explanation even now I sleep with a pillow I used to cover my head .
" Don't break the door !!" peek om Za from behind the door.Despite closed pillow om Za still heard.
" just break it, it's broken, it's not mine, too, "my murmur answered.All you throw the wall to be satisfied ...
" sister.denger, right ? brother please Salwa understand '" he said trying to open a locked door handle.
" change the day only yes, insyaallah brother filled," he said again.Not heard a voice from inside om Za took a spare key from a drawer in his work room ,
chequeleked
The door opened, my eyes bulging as big as a globe
" ko can "murm without making a sound from under the pillow.
" dik.babang apologise, can you listen to your brother's explanation first ?" he said he was sitting right next to me and touching my arm, but I didn't gubris .
" brothers know Salwa is disappointed, but brother can not refuse .I hope Salwa understands my priority is not only Salwa," why it hurts when Za said that sentence, it deserves to be chosen not to be a president who has to love his people , because he will definitely number Milea blind.
" the wife of a public servant must be able to be mature and wise, if it must be duakan number .I hope you can learn that .." she explained again.
" it does not mean that my brother does not love Salwa," irritated there was no response from me om Za pulled the pillow by force and displayed my teary face .Remember who he was, the forced husband who didn't want to be denied .
" god , forgive brother " he said he wanted to pull me into his arms but I was in revolt.
" brother, dear Salwa." I said.
" beloved brother Salwa, please understand " he asked.
" Whose wife brother Salwa what guests and members of the House of Representatives must use to be welcomed and cemented all , come yes come aja really want to be cemented ga all ask a date?what other camat ? wh why? what's the reason for good looking brother ??is there anything good looking, what ??" dumelku while still having fun.
His hand was about to touch my arm but I held it .
"do not hold on !! brother sleeping outside, Salwa ga wants to sleep with brother first !" om Za finally prefers to give up.
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My eyes blinked a few times, it felt heavy. apparently my eyes were covered with tears last night , I went downstairs .It feels lonely umi and abi have returned to the plantation house.Although angry but I still remember the obligation to prepare breakfast and favorite coffee om Za who did not know why until now in my nostrils smell like the smell of baby booze makes me sizzle.
There was a sound of Za who woke up and came out of the room abi and umi, apparently om om mature man was sleeping there there there was no drama sleeping outside like most movie scenes or novel stories.
His hair was wet and also the smell of shampoo signifies he who has taken a bath .
" dick.." I whined no matter , forgive me God but want how else ego and anger stronger than my obedience said bang hajj young blood.Even to enter the room and get ready just I do not want to be in one room with om Za just preparing clothes and needs only the rest I prefer to leave the room.
" the chequek "
The clothes were neat and looked dashing as usual into the room while I was combing my hair
" brothers go first, at home only or if bored and want to go out can call Mirza" he said.
" cup "om Za pecked at the top of my head, there was a long desire but remember if I was angry, very cheap loe Sal.kaya price of da*lam pants.
After the death of Za to be honest I was bored ?if in Jakarta maybe I have called Acha and asked her to hang out well here ???
Right now, my phone is vibrating crowded by messages in the class chat group.My eyes are squeaking my smile when I read that they will go out together , at least can treat my fatigue and annoyance.
" don't "murm but seconds later I reach for my phone and send a message to Za if I'm going with another friend .
" yes "the answer is short ,
Immediately I choose casual clothes and a simple veil only, since being here I have been accustomed to wearing hijab out of the house unless at home.
" ma'am Inah, Salwa first street yes "my pamit.
I stopped the bus between a man and a woman sitting separately.
" Of the Salwa !!" pekik Nur and Uni waved their hands.Disana also had Adam , Pian and the others.
So long I was in Aceh only this time I was able to enter the Tsunami museum, a historical witness about the dark events in 2004 disaster that succeeded in destroying the city of Aceh.
" wahhhh already want me here only now can enter here." murmured me.
" the hell time is , Sal ?" asked Nur I nodded quickly.So large and luxurious architecture of the building that looks like a ship with a lighthouse pole standing on it, a 4-story building with Islamic decoration nuances .
I unceasingly thanked and praised the beauty of this place, until in one room the wall was identified by the name of the tsunami victims.
" Sal.liat, my grandfather's name is here !" exclamation Uni...
" where is this ??" shakin and others.
" hidihhh already rich heroes only grandfather Uni, his name is remembered.." exclaimed Pian.
" want to too ??? " ask Nur.
" if you have to be a victim, you don't want to be !!" Pian.
This is just my feeling or indeed this place is always crowded.People are busy crowding this place
" uh..there's the mayor !!" yell one of my friends.
" wahhh really happens to be here when the mayor again ngunjungin ni place," exclaimed Uni and Nur who was ready to take out a cellphone to take a selfie but not just the mayor's entourage that made a scene , but because in the entourage there is the camat the most his until the son of the president if again memgevlog...
" Sal.tikuti see yuu when else can be a photo with the mayor sir !" bring Nur.
" yeah deh, you guys I'm not interested not lee min ho this," I said lightly, Adam shook his head with a small laugh at my confession.
" is it really ??" askthem.
" yes there fear first the mayor sir .I am here only "my answer .
" alone?" ask Pian.
" dead alone too ian.lagian this is a public place " I replied again .
" let me accompany Salwa ", we look at Adam .
" don't dam, I also know you really want to see the mayor's entourage, gih there go later nyesel.." said I .
" do not what insyaallah if indeed a mate must meet again" replied Adam.
Pian chuckled "god when oranges eat oranges, dam ..pak mayor is old because he wants to mate with the mayor "sirihnya sir .
" o Allah, your brain is, Adam meant that too." cried Nur .
" yu is hunted !!" Uni pulls the back collar of Pian's shirt.
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" Sal..how are you ?" Adam started his awkward chat after a long silence at home.Just look and listen to historical objects in front.
" thank God, dam .. are you alone ??"
" you still can't believe you're someone's wife" she replied with a small laugh.
" uhh. "I looked over.
" ahhh it's okay, forget it !" answer .
Although it seemed awkward but we were finally able to chat and the atmosphere melted, starting again was not easy...
" you've never been here, Sal. over there is more exciting Sal.." invite Adam I just nod like a tourist on tour guide.
" yuu ! " take her, I smile at Adam.
" Dear ..." - Someone as Adam and I were about to move on.
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