Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

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"Yu !" let brother inter, all brothers want to rest already at 11 am too, right?" om Za stood up from her seat and took her car keys. My eyeballs follow the movements of this possessive man.

Seeing my attitude, Za approached and touched my hand.

"Say you want to buy a snack?" ask her "so or not at all?" his questions began to bring out the Hitler in him.

"So ! brother ihhh !" sewot.

Ck basic husband Londo ! luckily for love, I murmured without a sound.

I got into the car somehow more days the level of jealousy of this man is increasing, as well as the level of anxiety, actually who is pregnant me or om Za anyway..

This is what I do not like if I go with this one sweet om om om, in addition to the facial assets he has can make women turn away from their partners, his ban on some of my favorite snacks always looms, the, his motto is to live longer with healthy and nutritious food.

My eyes were still choosing some food packages that I would take, all of which contained high levels of micin but for young people like me gaskeun....

"Dec, you can, do not need a lot of snacks that many micinnya, brother does not want to om baby is given most micin !" his grunts followed behind with a shopping cart.

"Om the baby is cravings bang," I said looking for an excuse so that om Za did not refuse.

"Om babies can't crave that, because their abi don't like to eat foods that contain a lot of micin!"

So the theme of our debate this time is the food that is preserved and flavoring the source of the disease said om Za. There is no day without debate. Looks like I was indeed created to be a formidable debate opponent for om Za.

Om Za put some of my favorite foods into place again and replaced them with fruit and chips without a micin,

"Why not all food that is only boiled so rich people are sick with diabetes, sweet potatoes boiled beans, " cerocosku.

"Pregnant mothers need food that builds a mood bang," I replied sourly. This man is indeed a stone head sometimes I like imprisoned with him because of his rules especially the end of this level of jealousy and his possessiveness sometimes makes it difficult to breathe.So early in the morning I had difficulty moving because he was holding me like a kingkong ketempelan.

"May, but not most, only a few adek buy so much why not just open a ciki factory," he replied waltzing to the cashier to pay.

I followed behind him, somehow my mood was very ugly plus the attitude of om Za who sucks, damaged my day.

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"Thank you bang," he said, because I had been silent without saying anything I deliberately silenced it as a form of my protest.

"Second, don't get angry rich little boy.lagian it's not healthy food !" said again.

"Salwa is still a child, did you forget ?" my words are a little tangled with the words of om Za.

He breathed tired. Then he flicked his car to the side of the road.

"Abang apologizes if brother is wrong," he said grabbing my hand.

"Emang really Salwa is still a child, and brother married this little boy !! if indeed you regret returning Salwa" I replied making Za jerked.

"Abang didn't mean it like that deck," looking at me who was pouting and almost crying made om Za pull me up and hug me.

"Remember my brother's speech then ! the wrong brother, Salwa's dear branch," om Za had to give up a lot this time, in fact he was very anxious. The feelings of pregnant women are difficult to guess, sometimes can be careless but also sometimes make it often misinterpret the words of others.

"Please ! Salwa just want to go home," I said ketus.

Finally, om Za obeyed my desire to go home, it seemed like the house was very crowded, when entering it turned out that there were relatives far away who came to the house deliberately visited.

"Assalamot,"

"Girishal"

A middle-aged woman and a man who was almost the age of abi were sitting on the sofa.

" Aunty Ratna, uncle Rio ?" said om Za.

"Zake!" they exclaimed, om Zaky greeted both.

"Ka Ratna bang Rio introduced this Salwa wife of Zaky," said Umi.

"Wahhhh beautiful, still young, so this daughter-in-law who has managed to melt the cold heart of Zaky." said aunt Ratna. I just smile like a horse.

"Salvene, bi..."

"Uncle, aunt Salwa came upstairs and changed clothes" I said.

"Please son" they answered.

Soon om Za also caught up with me after having a brief stale conversation with the two relatives of umi and abi.

"Heart bang, waalaikumsalam!" It's great that my pregnancy hormones just a few hours ago I spoiled now I don't want to see old Za om long ago, maybe if not dear already fell I hit om Za so annoying him.

"Yes sallam.." he growled.

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" Everything, Za came back to the office there was still a lot of work just rest between Salwa and go home." explained om Za to the four parents in the living room.

"Yes Za, be careful.remain successful son!" replied uncle and aunt.

"Where is Salwa Za?" ask abi.

"Salwa's still in the room, bi. Then Za said assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalight."

I came down from the room after I felt like I was wearing polite clothes, it turns out that my uncle and aunt have been at home for a long time so now they are going home.

"It was noon, we had to go home, when if we were to Aceh we stopped by again" said aunty.

"Well, it's a pity that uncle and aunt only briefly met Salwa," my heart just realized they were fun people turned out not all stiff people associate with stiff people anyway. In fact, they are smart to joke so I am not awkward and easily familiar.

"When does Salwa play to aunt and uncle's house" said the uncle.

"Yes Sal, the house of uncle and aunt in Medan is there you also have a house" said Umi.

"Yes aunty insyaallah later Salwa and brother visit !" my answer.

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Om Za glanced at the clock on his wrist. It was already home, his work was done as well.

"Mir, the incoming citizen data will be sent via email only!" said Za locked the room.

"Every boss !!" they both left the office together.

"Yeah !! I miss Aisyah's cooking !!" pekik om Mirza's. Moments later Za came to mind with me who was angry with her.

"Mir, if a woman is angry what should I do, qpa can make her heart melt?" tanya om Za made om Mirza raise both eyebrows in disbelief. His whole life just this time om Zaky asked about this even before when he was dating Susan even though he never wanted to try to make Susan happy there Susan who was always chasing om Zaa.

"Salwa is angry Za??" om Mirza laughed.

"Nyesel I'm the same loe !" lirih om Za walked first to his car.

"Hahaha Za, it turns out that a Zaky can wash as well. Or afraid your night rations are gone?" god continued. Om Za looked at him lazily, this is what happens if you ask a friend less moral.

"The woman was happy to be given the romantic Za, thought all this time what Salwa liked?" ask Mirza. If asked so of course om Za is the right person he really knows what I like to the smallest thing though. Understand that I have lived that long, Om Za has known me.

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Mobil om Za entered the yard, this afternoon the wind that blows quite friendly cooling the air of the sesiang was hot, the leaves of the leaves of the Cempaka tree that shade the yard also carried the gusts of the owner of coolness.

"Blueghh.."

Om Za closed the door of his car, carrying a bouquet of flowers and a box of my favorite chocolates beautifully assembled a basket full of ribbons.

"Assalamualaikum" he explained.

But no one answered there was only a housekeeper,

"Mom, where's abi at the same time?" ask Za to put a bouquet of flowers and chocolates on the sofa

"Same mother is driving her guests home, sir" he replied.

"About Salwa?" ask her.

"Dek Salwa did not know sir, but it felt that since earlier there was no home," Mom's answer made Za flashback to the time when I fled to Cirebon.

He immediately called my number but unfortunately my number is not active is out of batre.

"Shitt !!!" om Za contacted every friend of mine but the results were still nil

"Daddy, where are you??" he muttered, om Za also had om Mirza and om Ramli look for me.

"Elah Za's...Za ..just got back to work again!" dumel om Mirza, if not friends and superiors he has made a door hanger.

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