Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

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" what ???"

Acha who already knows it, follow the pattern, his eyes almost out of place do not believe that Om Za is honest, not...that careless revealed his identity in front of his future wife's schoolmate...

" haha.... Om it's kafanya kebangetan ..sorry ya ka Rendy om I'm just kidding.." kilahku immediately before everything is made chaotic ....

" fiuhhh I guess seriously sal,," ka Rendy rubbed her chest in relief.

my eyebrows swooped sharply, all the food ready to be hunted, I stared intently at the man's black eyeball...

" what the hell..want to make a fuss???" I whispered "if the school knows how ???'

he just raised his eyebrows next to ', you son of a bitch "just let it go." he replied casually.

" let's go in ..." the king's majesty said ...

along the way, just the awkwardness in the car I was next to the driver's seat and Acha was in the back with Rendy's ka

"sal...tomorrow go to school want me to pick you up ???" ask her

" no need, I will take him." replied Om Za, even though my mouth was ready to answer questions ka Rendy.

" oh..oke.good om.." ka Rendy tried to neutralize her nervous feelings, Acha who was beside her was no less nervous, like being on the battlefield.

" oh yes.sal....are you not intending to enter the OSIS?? let there be a rush...??" ask ka Rendy again trying to melt the atmosphere

back my eyes sparkled to answer but, again.

" Salwa is too busy to take part in such activities, it is better that she learn how to be a good wife." her eyes glanced at me.

tuh.kan could have answered...!!I'm the one who got it, right !!! which one is Salwa here, actually...???since when did Salwa have jakun...

ka Rendy did not dare to ask again , during the purchase of the book was only anxiety and nervousness felt, even I who was very eager to leave now want to quickly go home....and end this tense drama...

after buying the book, Acha and ka Rendy choose to go home directly, usually Acha and I will linger in the mall to just expel fatigue, but different from today....which should be my me time, now taken away already.what should I go to the fields and hunt jellyfish to be as happy as Spongebob and Patrick...

" Salwa..I reiterate once again.never close to another man.I do not like ..." The voice from behind me sounded like a threat, my hands clenched.

" just enough...!!! not married yet, but Salwa had trouble breathing... Salwa does not want to marry the same... Salwa hates.."my young blood rippled, I smacked his chest and went to the room, I couldn't stand it I chose to leave the house, I remembered Syifa ,

immediately I put some clothes into the suitcase intending to stop for a while from home looking for calm, my hand scrolling phone contact

" hello,fa???"finally I can hear this voice again

I decided to leave the house after Syifa

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.for part Salwa blurred tuh is in the title assalamualaikum mate because the story is a little connected there part 78 to 81 ...for those who do not know and want to know click on my profile then click the title and see the part that has been mentioned

after wandering for a few days , Om Za who had reached the international airport Sultan Iskandar Muda , decided to return to Jakarta and went to look for me, a troublesome wife candidate , after mom called that I was not at home alias stop by...

" satisfied to stop her ???" her question made me careless just bermanis sweet to take me home, indeed this one adult man sucks god level...

" not yet.." I answered no less coldly.

" later if you are married and I bring you to settle in Aceh, you will not be able to go anywhere..."

remember very well I said Syifa who said that om Dias (the beloved call of Syifa to my father Tedi Mardias) and aunt Rahma would not be wrong to choose...

" remember !! if I don't exist, you don't be naughty.don't bother your father and mother.." he added again, this is the longest sentence he issued as long as I know him.

" you heard Salwa...!!!!"

I nodded quickly, this is where I was stuck with a decision that was not my desire, would not want me to have to accept this marriage.with the om om sponge dishwasher Tutankhamun....

" Sailva...!!" mother hugged me

" thank you, Za.kamu have brought Salwa home.and sorry, it's been a hassle." said the father patted Za on the shoulder.

" ahh..it's okay, Salwa has become part of Zaky's responsibility, yes.it happens that the task can still wait.." he replied.

" let's take a break first .. Za, let the driver drive you to the airport..."

I glanced at the man who managed to take me home, the man who had entered and dominated my life, I let my suitcase be carried like a ka*cung, once working on it was okay ....if indeed living with him has become a destiny outlined by God then I will try to accept it and make peace with it.....after changing clothes I returned to the kitchen to take a drink sounding faint-suffering people were talking from the backyard direction, Allah the guilt at least swung spoiled in my chest .

" yes Siti. soon I go home and hurry to the office , I'm sorry I have made you wait a long time and do everything there is little business that I have to do here,once again send my apology to the mayor...."

Om Za closes his call...

a dewy drink glass with a grain of water outside the glass makes it slippery, added to my heartlessness ,

" prankkkk....!!"

" astagfirullah.." I reflexively moved away, and immediately crouched down to pick up the broken glass but back I was not an expert in this so the broken glass scratched my index finger.

" awshhh.." red patches began to emerge from his wounds.

" Salwa..!!" Om Za came over

" heart heart...have left it, let me settle it..Yes Allah your hand ..." om Za grabbed my hand and menge*mutnya like a lollipop.

I was a little surprised by his treatment, my blood rippled warmly in all his flow....My heart ???no need to be asked again since it was banged-geor because it wanted to jump out of place....

" here let brother treat his wound...."

" o God is non.. Salwa...." bi Minah approached "it's non, let auntie just sort it out .."

" bi p3k box no bi??" ask about Za

I just keep quiet like a chicken sawan...I still manage my heartbeat.bodo very with my obvious prestige my hands can not be separated in the hands of om Za....

how about anyway..hey.heart..same time om om only you deg degan sii....

aunty handed me the p3k box and then painstakingly Om Za treated and bandaged my wounds with plaster...

" next time the heart of the heart." he said.

I looked at him for a long time, it's true said Acha I was too busy cursing and judge him as a parent who married a girl without realizing that Om Za is actually handsome...

om Za turned to look at me, I wave because the look at her "o.m..maafin Salwa has been troublesome.and thanks.." I pointed at the wound that has been wrapped neatly plaster..

" but.ga needs to be in em*ut also times.this hand is not candy.." sarcasmu who immediately left om Za with his astonishment, his smile thin printed...

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