FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Extra part 5

“Ku woniiiiiissssss .. imagine .. how cruel you are over me, you are duakan this love, you go with him ... hhhuuuuoooooo ..”

I heard a typical song screeching flying fish tv series, whose story mostly tells about household dramas that are not far from betrayal, casting and the like.

“Ih ... since when the hell?? Did Yas like watching that show?? Where the tv sound is deliberately in the fast again.

“Dasaran pelakor!! Don't know yourself!!” I could hear his curse.

“Because her husband is also not ashamed! I have a beautiful wife, rich! Still nervous with other girls, mentang-about the girl prettier and younger than his wife!, I swear husband kayak gituh will be single for life!!!” shouted again. Where can I be sworn to be single?? I got married too, hadeeuuhh .. basic mother-of-mother soap operas!.

 I approached her, then sat down next to her, okay I knew she was still upset at me because of the flowers the Imam sent me, she still thought they were for another woman, yes, the flower is for other women, the flower is for Cindy, the woman who was targeted by the Imam. The priest asked me for help, so that I would help him set him up with Cindy, because the Imam knew Cindy used to like me, so it would be easy for me to bring her together. And the Imam thinks Kak Yas will not be jealous of Cindy, because Cindy is still a relative of Kak Yas.

“Mommy, since when do you like to watch a drama like that??” ask me to close my seat to him. Meanwhile Rainbow was already asleep in her room, maybe my daughter was exhausted.

He doesn't talk. Okay, I'd rather he's ranting than watch him shut up, manyun, frown all day. Honestly, it's kind of a horror to me.

“Mommy, don't get mad dong, okay I'll be honest” both my hands grabbed her pretty face, then pointed it at my face, I want her to look at me.

“Honest what??” tanyanya while twisting her two beautiful eyeballs.

“That flower made Cindy” I replied honestly. Well, I would choose to be honest, rather than having to lie again right?? Still inget right?? The lie I did the other day?? Came on, even though I felt at that time, I lied for the good, in fact, whatever form of lying was still wrong. Okay, I don't want that to happen again.

“Appppaaaa??? You're so mean anyway?? You cheating on Cindy?? Cindy was like my own sister, hiks ..” eeeehhh .. she misunderstood mulu deh, mah rowdy girl, love spit feelings, not yet I sorted out.

‘Ku woniiiiiisssssss .. imagine ...’

Why is that song in the princess again?? With the song, Kak Yas's cry became more and more. Tuh kan ...

“Ya ampuuunnn .. that's not what it means Kak, dengerin explanation I used to dong” I wiped his tears.

He looked at me, I couldn't see him crying like a rowdy, I felt so guilty.

“The flower did make Cindy, but the flower was from Imam” I finally explained.

For a moment he was silent, turning off the volume of the tv. Uh, not from the cake.

“What?? What do you mean??” he asked while wiping his tears, with the tip of his hijab, ck.

“Yes, so, Brother is still snotting right?? That time the Imam came here?? Yes, he asked me to mate him with Cindy, because he knows Cindy it is still our relatives” explained me.

He was silent, probably digesting every word I said.

“Oh rowdy??” He shook his head, “Why not tell from yesterday anyway?? I can help them” He smiles. Do not you, try a positive window from his mind, do not be negative mulu napa?.

“Yes, depleted Imam said this is a secret, as a contemporary man, yes time for dapetin girls should ask for help with us??” I flicked my shoulders, then wiped the rest of my mother's tears with my thumb.

“That's all I'm ashamed” He chuckles,

“Makanya, don't think bad first same husband” My thoughts, she looks down embarrassed.

“Yes, sorry I am too, I should not miss any secrets from Mommy” I stroked her head gently. It is possible that if the woman has a soft heart, as strong, as firm, and as tough as it seems to be a woman, but still, her heart is often fragile. I can't see him being fragile.

“Yes already, now we go to Cindy's house aja yuk, where were the flowers earlier??” I stood up,

He lowered his head again “Eeeemmmhhh ..” He mutters.

“Why??” I asked, sitting cross-legged in front of him.

“Bunganyaaaa ..”

“Iya, why the flowers??” many confused.

“I was destroyed, and now there” He pointed to the trash can in the corner with his face.

“What??” I immediately stood up and saw the bunch of innocent roses, seen the roses were already loosened just like that, smashed to pieces “Ya tuhaannn ..” I patted my eel. Confused about what to do?.

“Sorry well, I was emotional, so the flowers were crushed deh” He stood beside me, with a sinless face.

“Mommy, how to dong??” I started to panic.

“Quiet, do not panic, we buy again, the important thing is still the same interest right??” answer lightly.

“But different Mommy” I squeezed my own hair, why the hell?? Women if you are angry like it, all the flowers are destroyed, fortunately not the pot, pan, the same plate that became the victim.

“Will not be different, we buy the exact same flower like gituh, pampangkan??” he said as he passed, I could no longer speak, in this house, he was the ruler. I can't argue.

“Ish ..” I squeezed my hair, had a beautiful wife.

On the way to Riyan's house, we had time to buy a bunch of beautiful roses, which was almost the same as the flowers sent by the Imam. Yas chose it himself. I can only surrender.

“Mommy, isn't Cindy living at her parents' house?” I break the silence.

“No, her parents are busy, so Cindy was tucked away at Riyan's house from I used” she replied as she played a colorful round toy on my daughter.

“Oh gituh ya” I'm mangosteen,

Kak Yas's family is busy at all, until he forgets his own children, different from me, Papah may be busy, and very obsessed with work, but Mamah never once abandoned me, even if on the weekend, Mamah and Papah used to take me on vacation together, yes even if only to ancol, or to the top anyway. But, importantly, we can be together.

But I am also grateful. Because at this time, Kak Yas never had the intention to leave the Rainbow, he said he would take care of the rainbow himself, do not want to use the services of Babby sitter, he said, in fact, he chose to hand over the two companies that had been in the club since long ago, to Om Bayu and Riyan.

I'm grateful to have a wife like Mommy Rainbow.

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