FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Dread Eggs

“Kakak, let's eat first!!“ Shouted Zain, my condition after three days began to improve, the doctor said I was exposed to typhus symptoms, well it was my annual disease, once a year I often become a subscription to the disease.

It's just that I'm still very weak when it comes to activities, so I decided to take a complete break, and during that time, our position was reversed, now, Zain looks much more independent, right?? there is always wisdom behind the disaster, well, the wisdom of this sick me, can make Zain become more mature and independent.

“Kak, let's eat first“ Zain put his head up from behind the door.

“Yes," I replied as I pulled up the blanket, trying to stand up, although my legs were still limp, I strolled limping towards the dining room, upon arrival in the dining room I sat in the chair, Zain prepared breakfast this morning, I frowned when I smelled a strange nose-piercing smell.

“Zain, what is this smell??” I asked while giving a glance.

“Ah don't smell what Kak,“ he replied while scratching.

“Ah, yes it seems there is a burning or burning deh“ I am still kekeh,

“No sister, this Brother eat first,“ Zain thrust a plate of omelet in front of me, ah .. indeed eggs are the easiest option when we can not cook, but it is not, and during that time Zain continued to consume eggs that he made himself, either omelet or cow's eye egg. I got tired of seeing it, but I couldn't protest because of my energy limitations.

“Zain, how does it smell??” I was still wailing, I was afraid, just in case something was burning, then something unwanted happened.

“Then is sis??” Zain sniffed.

“No ah,“ the answer is relaxed.

“Is it possible that my nose also hurts??” I muttered.

Then cut the omelet and turn it over.

“Emh, this is the source of the smell of Zain“ scabbard I showed an omelet made by Zain, which turned out to be jet black under it, typical of charred dishes.

“Eeehhheee“ She laughs.

“Yes already Brother, eat it aja, which does not burn“ he replied while scratching, ish .. can you not scratch if you eat Zain again??.

I was silent, between drowning, and wanting to laugh in my heart, the behavior of the boy, but I had to appreciate every effort.

“Hmh, it's okay“ I replied.

“I have finished my room you know,“ he exclaimed proudly.

“O yes??” I doubt, there must be something wrong with all the work that Zain did.

“Iya lah, hhee“ She laughs.

“Yes I've left school first huh Brother" Zain grabbed my hand, kissed it, then passed away, leaving me alone at home.

I got up from my seat, it was so bored, three days just lying in the room, I who usually have a myriad of activities, suddenly sick and have to rest, it felt so tormented.

I was walking around the house, curiosity suddenly swirled in my mind, curious earlier, did Zain say he had cleaned his room, ah. Slowly I walked towards Zain's room, I slowly opened the door, and it turned out to be very clean and neat, yes although not fragrant anyway, I went into his room.

“Where does he keep all his dirty clothes??” I wobbly, lest under the bed, I peek at it and nothing.

“Ah, means Zain is right, hhee .. sorry Zain I've suudzan“ I muttered.

I walked then leaned my body against Zain's wardrobe, it felt like my back was hurting once, I decided to go back to my room only, I started walking again and ...

Gubbrrraaakkkk ...

”Aaaaawwwww“ The pain, the annoyance, the irritation, the anger were rising in my head, when a guitar, a basketball and a pile of dirty clothes fell on me from the closet.

“Zaiiiiiinnnnnn!!!!!!!!!”

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