FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

A Gift for Yas's Brother

Weak, tired, lethargic, lethargic, I think I need a sangobion. Huh .. I took a breath repeatedly, my chest felt tight, because of last night. I saw Yas's sister with another man.

What husband tries to stand if he has to see his wife with another man?? Well even though I know, there's nothing more they do.

“For Zain?? Why is her face buckled??” This time Rina greeted me.

“Nothing bu“ answered I'm lazy.

“Come tell me the same story, maybe I can help” She sits on the table, facing me, showing her smooth thighs. I blinked.

“So ma'am, I'm fine,“ I replied while turning my face away.

“Zain anyone wants to see you, the person again outside“ suddenly Mr. Ruben came to tell me.

“Who sir?” I looked at Mr. Ruben.

“Two men, he said your friend Zain“ explained.

“Ah, well, I will meet him“ I replied as I passed, leaving behind Bu Rina who was gawking because I just left her. What happened to that woman anyway?? Ganya oouuuhhh .. very far from Kak Yas.

I went out of the room to the loby.

“Hay Zain!! how are you Bro?” two men came to me, waving their hands. Well, they're two of my best friends.

“Hay“ reply limp.

“Lah? how limp??” tanya holds my shoulder.

“I'm again males aja“ I replied while clasping his hand.

“Malas why?? Come loris“ this time Imam who holds my shoulder.

“I'm again angry with Yas“ sister I'm I, while sitting crouched down below.

“Hah?? the pretty sister?? why with him?” ask both compact.

“Former Brother Yas kept coming to him, last night I accidentally hit Kak Yas“ explained me, telling me about the incident last night, which made my emotions peak.

“Whhhaaatttt?” shout them compact.

“I'm confused, now what should I do?? Brother Yas is angry at me“ my sulking, stomping my feet.

“Quiet Zain, all there must be a solution“ Imam flicked his finger on his forehead.

“Aha! I have an idea“ shouted Budi, among us, he did have the most foul ideas, including when I was at school, he who always advised us to skip school and cheat.

“What?? what?” many enthusiast.

“How about you give the sweetest gift to Kak Yas, the flower for example“ his proposal, which makes my brain open.

“What?” ask them, put their heads on my head.

“Haish ... You guys always kepo“ I brushed off their bodies, ridiculous.

“Yeah, stingy amat“ They look disappointed.

“Biarin, now I want to work first, you guys go home sonoh, later I get fired because of your arrival“ I immediately passed away from them, humming towards my work room.

“Yes, you know, I heard their grunts.“.

“Biarin, daaahhh I entered work first ya“ I still keep waving at them.

“Bye!!” send them back, heading outside my office.

I immediately entered the room, upon arrival there, I immediately brewed a drink for them,

A cup of coffee with a tablespoon of sugar for Bu Tiyas, a cup of tea for Rina, a cup of lemon tea for Bu Ida, and a glass of milk for Pak Ruben. Ah, yes and a glass of water, for the chief of the division.

Not to forget also I water the moss plant owned by Mother Ida, they all seem to love me, think of me like their own sister. Thank God, even though everything felt heavy at the beginning, but when I had lived it, I felt peaceful working here.

The afternoon after returning home from work, I took a walk to the minimarket, looking for something that I thought could melt the heart of Kak Yas, I knew I was wrong, because it was too emotional.

I don't know, my young soul is always thrashing. I really felt guilty when I accidentally hit Kak Yas in the face. Haish .. I can't even sleep because I think about it.

“Well this is it!!” I found a pack of cotton candy near the cassier table, I immediately approached it and bought it.

“Create her boyfriend huh Brother??” The slim body minimarket cassier greeted me.

“Not, this makes wife“ I replied proudly.

“Hah? wife??” Kasier was shocked.

“Iya“ my answer is convincing.

“Oh, yes already, imaksih already shopped at our store“ Kasier smiled mangosteen, and bowed his body.

“Sama-sama” I replied while exiting the minimarket.

Out of the minimarket, I headed for the parking lot, and on my bike, with cotton candy in hand.

“Bissmillah, may Brother Yas like“ murmured me, smiling and humming.

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