FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Match

Finally today arrived, today is the day of Zain's football game, to be honest I really don't like this game, but for the sake of my boy's husband, I'm willing to come to this place.

Eit, today also coincides with Zain's birthday, I will give a surprise to Zain, before I have contacted Mamer, and Show off, in order to come to Zain's event, in fact they had refused, in fact they had refused, but thanks to the persuasion of his favorite daughter-in-law, they finally want to obey me, ck emang son-in-law of my dreams.

From dawn, I was already busy making tarts for Zain, as another surprise, I also prepared a beautiful gift, from his beautiful wife.

I kept the tarts in the food cabinet, so as not to be caught by Zain,

After breakfast, Zain immediately went to school, carrying a large bag.

“Sister, Big brother really won't come to my race???” Zain put on his face.

“Hmht, I'm busy Zain, I can't, sorry yaa“ I'm down, can't hide lies from Zain.

“Sekaliii aja Kak, Sister watch my match“ Zain begs.

“Can't Zain, I'm busy" again I hide my smile.

“Yes already, I leave first yes brother,“ Zain's face becomes lethargic.

“Hmht,“ I cleared my throat.

“Sini salim dulau“ Zain sticking out his hand.

“Hmhht“ again I cleared my throat, hiding my smile.

“Sister, doain Zain will win yes" said zain while kissing my hand.

“Yes, I doain kok“ I replied, looking at him with guilt, pity also the children of people, lying.

Zain departed, empty, I accompanied his departure with a smile, the cute boy was also disappointed.

Before long, I immediately get ready, then call Mamer and Show off, to leave immediately, do not forget the tarts I wrapped neatly, do not forget also the small candles, the number eighteen, and so on, now that Zain is eighteen, my boy is all grown up.

Arriving at the Zain match venue, the atmosphere was already in a big storm, this small stadium, already filled by hundreds of high school children, until I felt crowded, and was forced to break through other spectators, he said, to get a seat.

“Yas, Which zain is it??” mamer whispered, while dizzy nyariin his son.

“Oooohhh yes, it's our Zain, Papah see our son is really cool ya“ Mamah yells hysterically, while giving a hand Showing off, in their romantic, he.

“Where can people kick a ball, in say cool“ Papah rotate both his eyeballs.

“Iiiihhhh Papah,“ Mamer pursed her lips.

“Oh yes Yas, you sit here in the middle of aj“ Mamah leads me to sit in the middle, between Showers and Mamers.

Time goes on, it's time for the chiliders to show their ability, to give spirit to the players.

“Give me Z“

“Give me A“

“Give me I“

“Give me N“

“Give me Zaiiiiiinnnn!!?“ the screams of these High School girls kept blaring, making my eyes hot to see them, looking at them with skirts on their thighs, then ngedance on the sidelines.

I took a breath, I don't know when this show started, it felt really long.

Shortly thereafter, the time came for the event that was waiting to arrive, a match between the Zain group and its rival group.

Mamer stood up, clapping his hands, watching his son set his feet on the field,

“Zain, Zain, Zain!!!!” the screams that were mostly from the girls, made my ears hot,

“Cih turned out to be Zain, as popular as it was at his school“ my heart is grieving, I don't know, but I don't think I like it.

Seriate...........

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