FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Zain's Deception

“Zain??” I looked at the man who was eating chicken soto beside me.

“Iya?” Zain did not return my gaze, he continued to focus on his food, with his nose matched with cotton.

“You, ever think of having a child ga?” I asked suddenly, already irritated by his behavior, who did not want to understand all the code I gave.

“Eeeemmm ..” looks Zain is thinking.

“Mau, would like to have eleven“ he replied lightly.

“Ck, you want to make a Zain team??” I was twisting both my eyeballs.

“Iya, hhhee“ She chuckles.

I have given the code again Zain, as a mature, independent, and contemporary woman, this really makes my dignity collapsed as a woman, I give the code for nganu, hish.

Why the hell anyway?? lately, I've been hoping that Zain can give me his bath life?? I'm sure I must be in the same curse as Udin, he used to be so often ngajakin I was, before marriage, but I always refused it, well, well, well, well, now I get the karma, now, I am the same with Zain. Tapikan Zain is my husband, not wrong dong yaa.

After eating soto, we decided to take a short walk, we walked down a small park in front of the hotel, where we stayed.

“Uuuuhhh .. aahhh .. uuhhh .. aahhh ... “ sounds are heard that make the fur of kudukku bristles, from the direction of the shaving ornamental barge plants,

I looked at Zain, as did Zain, who was looking at me, I was shy, envious, hheee.

“What sound is kak?” Zain trembling.

“It's not a ghost kok“ I replied flatly, holding his hand.

Zain's hands felt extremely cold, and were shaking violently, and,

“Why you??” I stared at him.

“Kak Yas, briefly“ Zain moved his steps, tried to approach me, his face too, getting closer to my face, I gulped with difficulty, was Zain lured by the voices earlier?? I closed my eyes, will everything start from this place?.

“This, there was a leaf that fell on the hijab of Yas“'s brother Zain brandishing the leaf that he took from the top of my head.

“Ish ...!!! “ I stomped my feet and hurried, irritated by Zain who never understood.

“Kak, wait!!” Zain was chasing me from behind.

“Kakak, why leave me anyway?” Zain started to squander.

I shut up, I can't say, what do I want?? Zain is a bitch.

“Nothing“ answered me while thinking the next step I will do, so that Zain understands.

Ahah! is it possible that I should have preceded him?? yes maybe Zain was shy, he was a child, do I have to teach him first??.

“Zain" I turned the body, approaching Zain who was sculpting.

“Kakak!!” Zain's voice broke my concentration.

“What!!?? “ I screamed because I was frustrated.

“It looks like my phone is gone!!” Zain fumbled his pants pocket.

“What? where do you live anyway??” I was crying, trying to find the road we had been on.

“Maybe in the soto maker earlier kak“ Zain gave an idea.

“Yes already, we find there“ I walk, ahead of Zain, to the soto merchant's place.

For nearly fifteen minutes I searched, shifted my chair, and asked the people who were eating, about Zain's cell phone, which he said was missing.

“Try in miscall aja Mbak“ sahut one of his employees.

“Ah, yes, why not mind anyway??” I grabbed my phone from inside the sling bag I was using.

I press the sign ‘call’ on Zain number.

“Ttuuuttt .. ttuuuttt .. ttuuttt .. “ voice heard from Zain's phone.

Ttttrriiinnnggg .. ttrriinnggg ... ttrriinngg ....

“Well, that's the sound of your phone Zain“ I sharpened my hearing, dizzy looking for the source of the sound.

“Before, I think so much his voice“

Zain just silently pecked,

Uh, how do Zain's pants shake, huh ??

“Hah??? Zay!!! your phone is in your pants it turns out!!”

Cih ....

Buk bak buk bak .....

Serialize.................

Don't forget to leave a trace.........

Who hopes Yas's brother and his dede Zainnya soon MP

and have a patient momongan first yaa.hee.