FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Call on Mamer

“Zain??? Where have you been???” I asked Zain who had just arrived, with a face full of sweat, body odor and dirty clothes.

“I'm home from Kak“ ball practice he replied with a smile.

“Zain, you have no other activities besides playing ball??” I asked, I've seen the body already like a banana wrapped in chocolate. The color is scuffed but still sweet, eeaaakkk.

“No Brother, especially now that I am training for inter-school matches, so I will spend a lot of time playing Kak“ soccer practice, he explained.

“Yes Zain, how did you answer me as I passed into the room, then I locked it, I left Zain who was gawking at me.

Kkkrriinngg .. kkkrrriinngg ...

The sound of the phone I was holding rang, I saw the screen and appeared there the name of Mamah in-law.

“Hallo Assalamu’alaikum Mamah“.

“Wa’alaikumsalam Yas, what else??” ask Mamah.

“I again have aja mah diabail“ I replied ngasal.

“Zain is at Yas's house?”

“There's mah, why??”

“You can come here?? because Mamah later tonight there will be an event, a small thanksgiving, well we eat-meals Yas, while Mamah want to ask for anther to the market, can you??” Mamah asked, I was confused, I just recovered from illness, but now Mamah-in-law has gone down the road, how??.

“Ya already Mah, later Yas there the same Zain“ Finally I relented.

“Ya has been waiting for Yas“ Mamah to hang up after saying hello and answered by me.

Hhhhuuuuuhhh .. to the house of Mamah-in-law, must help with shopping, same cooking as well, u la la, the intention to fall, I say, I immediately change clothes, and meet Zain.

“Zain, said your Mamah, we were told to go home, because Mamah wants a“ event I said while opening the door of Zain's room, but instantly I was shocked by the view I saw.

“Yeah Zain, it's your equal foot why?? how blue is it??” I approached Zain, sitting next to him grimacing.

“That's you, that's why liver“ unconsciously I've shown my worry.

“Iya Kak, it was accidentally“ he replied lowered his head.

“Yes already, here I medicine duad“ I crouched down, grabbed the P3K box and started wiping Zain's wounds with antiseptics.

“Kakak,“ Zain called me.

“Hmmhh?” I replied while remaining focused on Zain's injuries.

“Beautiful sister,“ she said while being shy.

I stopped wiping the wound, I looked at his face fixed, but in the face even shy, I shook my head and then refocused on Zain's wound.

“O yes??” reply origin.

“Iya, especially if again not ngomel“ Zain lowered his head then bit his lower lip, come on, is this my husband???.

“I will not grumble, if you become a submissive child" I replied while emphasizing cotton on Zain's wound.

“Addddaaaauuuu Brother, slowly dong, I'm the husband Brother yah, not the children“ He looks angry, with his cute face, has already started so mature he, he's,

“Iya, su a mi“ I replied while standing,

“Yes husband let's get ready to go to the afternoon” I passed from Zain's room, I sorted my own chest.

"Oooohhh .. so like this it feels in praise of my own husband“ I smiled myself towards the kitchen, to wash my hands.

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