Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
Don't be afraid
Bismillah happy reading all 😘
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Over and over again, I blew over my veil giving off a fresh breeze on my forehead that started to sweat. Waiting is a shitty thing. Almost 30 minutes I waited for Mirza here, in front of the big Baitturahman mosque without Za om.
"Sal, it's been a while?" tanya Mirza arrived just in front of me.
"Huuu ! do not see if Salwa has been mumbled, long ago already rich waiting for the son of the king!" dumel.
"Once upon a time ngerjain bu camat ga what's the time, Sal?"chortled.
"Sucks, want revenge??!" my father-like face just came out of the boiler.
"Find me a place to eat om, Salwa aus, laper !!" I asked Za for permission before, and when he came home he would pick me up.
After finding a diner, Mirza and I ordered food.
"Pay each one !!" my spoken.
"That's the rule of a rhyme who pays !" the answer. Besides nosy om Mirza also mr. gratisan.
"Salwa is only a student, Salwa's pocket money ga as much as Mirza's salary ! there was Mirza who bought Salwa," Mirza still remembered that I was a Salwa girl who was good at debating.
"But your allowance must be bigger than my pns salary, Sal !" answer again.
"The salary pns om is small but the salary as an assistant brother must be big," my big smile rises to any end om Mirza will not win against me, because I know what the nominal salary of Mirza every month.
"Cihh, this girl ...!" decihny.
"Not this girl but boss mom !!" my error is making Mirza more and more keki.
"So we're here to talk pay or to talk Susan?" my many.
"Okay, so if nguping was finished not half to be misunderstood !" said om Mirza while feeding the food he ordered.
"Everyone has a mouth don't bucket, so people are kepo !" we argue back over unimportant issues. Not yet I called to be picked up, the man with a myriad of love had come and entered the tavern where I and om Mirza were.
"Loh ! ko brother here ? hasn't Salwa asked to be picked up yet?" I was amazed, Za was sitting in the chair beside me.
"Baby, can't you?" behind asked. Smile out of Mirza's mouth.
"Say fear I said macem macem same Salwa !" sela om Mirza's.
"Next, the story !!" I said without caring about Za who is now sitting next to me to listen.
Next, Mirza told me everything. If Susan was their college friend while in Jakarta, she liked Zaky even to admit to being Za's lover on campus, no day without sticking to him. Like Aunt Cut who is often with on Za, Susan with a million reasons and tricks in order to always be with om Za.
My eyes squinted to the side staring at the flat and calm face of my cold husband, is there no other expression in his life.
"Now what do you believe ?" tanyanya. Now it's like I'm being held by both of them.
"Oke Salwa believe in brother, never hide anything from Salwa !" my answer.
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The day passed so fast in my opinion, that I did not feel my stomach circle getting bigger and bigger, fortunately my uniform was closed and the Muslimah plus soon I would graduate from school.
I pegged in front of the mirror, including entering the fourth month of my pregnancy UAS was already in sight.
"Is it that you don't have nausea anymore?" ask about Za.
"That's bang," I replied shaking my head as I stared at the body in front of the mirror.
"Temen temen must be suspicious," I said seeing the formation of my stomach that began to bulge.
"God is not very visible, just answer the wind again!" lirih om Za's.
"Yet in the wind rich people don't pee more than a week !" my nag.
"They're getting sexy," the answer makes me frown and squint if it is seen again the formation of some of my women's assets increase in volume makes me more well just become a whole woman other than because my pregnancy hormones are none other than not om Za too.
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"Salwa is the same baby come in first," I grabbed the back of his hand and kissed him.
"Later to pick up, dear" he said.
Ih..ih...what's my face direct angel anyway?? though often om Za said the word dear but still I feel blushing.
"Yes bang, Salwa come in first. Assalamualaikum!"
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"Ga know Nur, maybe I will rest first for this year, either next semester I just entered !" I looked forward to my friend who was busy enjoying a break.
"Well, is that it?" nur asked, but the next second Nur began to notice the change in my body. He immediately closed his gaping mouth.
"Wait for Sal, don't you.....??" he mapped his hands like a pregnant person in front of his stomach. I nodded while grinning.
" Yahoo!!!" pekiknya so happy but for a moment he closed his mouth aware it would invite the attention of other students.
"Good Salwa !!" he hugged me tightly.
"I'll be aunty dong!!" overexcited spirit.
"But please be quiet!" replied whispering.
"What is quiet??" uni asked surprising us both from behind.
"Eye, astagfirullahaladzim!!" we screamed while stroking the chest.
"So you want a secret of secrecy??" tanyanya sided chest.
I nodded confidently if Uni and Nur could be trusted. After getting the nod from me Nur whispered to Uni, the same expression and response was shown from Uni.
"Allah Sal, congratulations yes.but that means later we can not one campus together dong," he said.
"I may come next semester," I replied, not that I would not go in with them, only that the permission of Za was not pocketed. He did not want to risk me who was pregnant had to go to college.
"Call me aunty Uni!!" the Uni made us laugh.
"You guys have time to play come to the house !" I said softly, honestly at home there are only umi and Inah mom in this city also I have no friends other than them, om Za himself is an only child.
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Male ....
That's what the doctor said during the ultrasound, the gender of our child is estimated to be a tough male. A mother's premonition is never wrong, the phrase may be suitable for prospective young mothers who are doing pregnancy checks with her husband and that's me. The name of the greeting of the baby is right for my future child.
"Dek, it looks like for the next 2 days we go home to the plantation first," said om Za after returning from the doctor.
"Why?" I can't say it right away, I always want to know what the reason is. Characteristics of people with IQs above average, whether I'm too late.
"Abang will be the arrival of business partners from Jakarta, the big tender deck !" the answer is, his hand did not get off the steering wheel. A tender from one well-known brand until Mr. Ryan just kidnapped me to get this tender.
"OK, so Salwa's coming?" my many.
"The good move is to come along because he also brought his wife, the plan is they will stay for one night."
"Calm down, brother will ask Aisyah to accompany him because Mirza is also there," just wonder the need for work but bring a family more worthy of being called a picnic, in my opinion.
The car reached the plantation house, the housekeeper there had prepared all the needs, including several rooms for guests to occupy.
Afrian looks fit again, he came out wearing only casual clothes.
"Well, why is Afrian here?" my many.
"Rian helped brother take care of the plantation as well, let him learn the business later he will hold the company Om and aunty in Jakarta."
"Hay Sal !" he said with a sincere smile and deliberately made to welcome me.
"Assalamualaikum, isn't islam?" my sarcasm. Not yet what Afrian I have made dead fleas, as well as Za who poked his lips withheld his laughter ready to explode. Likely his cousin's sister never let anyone embarrass him like this or scold him.
"No brother's wife, no ! it's so bad his mouth !" manyun Afrian pointed at me who had cheered in because the sudsh did not want to go to the toilet.
"It's your brother's wife who made it hard for you to move on until now, right?" the question escaped from Za's mouth. Om Za is not a psychic but he can tell from the gaze and attitude of Afrian to date, because he is also a man.
"Not to be discussed, I'm trying to forget Salwa. Or do you want me to take it?" his cock nudged Za's arm.
"Try it if you want to die !" he said passed into the house, indeed nothing will beat the cold attitude of om Za, ice cubes alone inferior.
"The other cold nyeremin the other fierce plus jutek, pedes also !" he murmured while coming in. What a fate, put together with a strange couple.
The house is located on a large coffee plantation, near the house there is a building for the office, in the middle of the plantation, semi-permanent buildings to store coffee like a warehouse. For the next coffee coffee will be sent to the coffee factory scattered throughout Aceh and the archipelago.
This house is no second floor but is quite spacious and beautiful, I love diani especially the backyard because the terrace is directly faced with a small garden plus swing and small garden chairs are perfect for children.Instagramable plus make relax. Suitable for rent if there is a film project or just for Indian scenes while singing.
"Greuppp "
A pair of burly hands hugged me and stroked my stomach gently, I myself had already instantly reflexively leaned my head on his chest.
"Bang, Salwa here is cool !!" the violet painted in the sky indicates that the sun has begun to return to its contest.
"Wherever you are will be happy as long as you are with your brother" he said.
"Bang, Salwa is scared!" lirihku arrived fear ambushed me.
"What are you afraid of?" her question turned my body.
"Salwa often searching for childbirth at a young age is at high risk, if later Salwa does not survive." I said cut off.
"Be assured God is with us, brother will always be with you, we fight together. Don't think of anything that isn't !!" his eyes stared with confidence as if channeling strength and then hugged me. Something different this time in my arms.
"Bang !!"
"Hemmm??"
" The stomach is odd !!"
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