FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Cindy's look

“Zain, where are you from?? why just came home?” I asked Zain, who was settling into his room.

“Hhee .. I was directly practicing soccer Kak, after school, he replied with a smile, not forgetting also while scratching.

“Zain, why the hell do I have to keep playing football??you are already third grade Zain, soon after the school exam, you do not intend to study??preparing for an exam??” I asked who was getting irritated, who was not irritated, every day found her sister uh her husband coming home from school, with dirty clothes bin bauuu seabrek-abrek.

“Hhee ... Brother, I am not smart in school matters, I just want to be a famous footballer,“ he replied innocently.

I can only shake my head, my future will be ruined in the hands of this boy,

“Ya how have you aja“ replied me while passing into the kitchen.

I started cooking, if you think about it, Kasian Zain too if not dimasakin, he must be sluggish, after a day of activity.

“Zain, eat first,“ I shouted, lazy to enter Zain's room, you know, the room of a teenage boy, messy, smelly, posters people are not clearly stuck here, let alone I hate the most, he said, the same poster of the person who stuck out his tongue, Zain's favorite poster, huh, I if I squirm the foster, like to feel that person is making fun of me again.

“Iyaaa!” He shouted back.

I sat in the dining chair, preparing plates and glasses for Zain.

“Kakak, cook what?” ask while sitting.

“Casak rendang,“ I replied as I started chewing.

“Kakak, again hurts??” he asked while looking at my face, which was a little pale, I don't know, lately, I feel like I'm not feeling well, stomach is dizzy, head is nauseous, maybe the effects are too stressful so my stomach acid goes up.

“Gak,“ I replied pretend.

He fell silent again, while occasionally looking at my face, a bit uncomfortable also diiatin Zain.

“Assalamu’alaikum,“ heard a greeting from the front, accompanied by a knock on the door.

“Kak, let me open the door“ bargain while standing.

“Udah me, you just keep eating it“ replied me while standing, then passed towards the front door.

Czech ...

I opened the door, I saw a beautiful girl, still a teenager, about the age of Zain, smiling at me while carrying a papperbag.

“Iya, find who??” my many.

“This is Yas's sister right?” he asked while pointing at my face.

“This is my sister, Cindy, sister brother Riyan, I came here to tell sister Riyan to make a sample of cake“ he replied while thrusting his paperbag.

“Yeah, Cindy, sorry Big brother pangling same Cindy, you used to be a kid, but now it's big aja“ I hug Cindy, but now I'm hugging, I can't believe the little girl I used to play with, has now grown into a beautiful teenager.

“Hhhee .. Yes Brother,“ replied Cindy returned my embrace.

“Let's go in first, we tell the story first“ invite me while leading Cindy into the house, ah, yes maybe because all this time I was an only child, so sometimes I miss the presence of a sister figure, so sometimes I miss the presence of the figure of a sister, I can joke around, or just talk.

Cindy followed me from behind, we sat in the living room, and then we continued chatting, I listened to Cindy's story as long as we didn't meet,

“Kakak, who?” suddenly Zain appeared from the kitchen.

“Ah, yes this is her sister Kak Riyan, her name is Cindy, Cindy this is Zain“ I introduced them clumsily.

“Hay“ they shake hands with each other while throwing smiles at each other.

“Zain, is that ready Brother??” ask Cindy confused.

“Eeemmhh ... Zain it“ I'm confused, want to introduce Zain as who.

“I'm her husband Kak Yas“ I'm Zain honest, while I'm downcast shy,

“Hah??? is Yas married?? how do I not know??” Cindy widened her eyes.

“I ya“ answered me a bit stuttering, between confusion and shame mixed into one.

“But I think I've seen Zain in school I deh“ Cindy remember.

“O oya?” my many.

“Iya Kak, I have been transferring schools for a few days to Harapan Bangsa“ school explained Cindy, and yup it's Zain school.

“It looks like you my underclassman deh“ Zain smiled, his narrow eyes almost lost in his smile, please Zain I don't want you to smile in front of other women, eh.

“tuh bener“ Cindy smiled shyly, that she forgot the time yes, just now I know Zain as my husband, why he even .. oh may gooot her gaze, just now I know Zain as my husband, Zaiiiinn I don't like aaaaa.

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