FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

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“Hah?? Zain??” I went up, grabbed the blanket, then approached the black shadow, I flicked the curtains, saw Zain standing upright, waving with a smile, drowning his narrow eyes.

“Zaiiiinnn ..“ I gaped in disbelief, Zain was in front of me, instantly my miss was healed.

“Kakak ..“ Zain waved his hand.

“Zain ... “ I returned a wave of his hand.

Zain approached me, trying to open the window.

“Zain, be careful“ whispered, while stopping the index finger, gesturing, so that Zain was not noisy, so that Papah and Mamah did not hear our voices.

The window, with iron trellis lined, is quite difficult when opening it. But, for the sake of love anything becomes easy, including opening the iron trellis of my room window.

“Kakk ... “ Zain hugged me tightly, after he made it into my room.

“Zain ... “ I return his embrace, make up for the passionate miss.

“Did Brother miss me?” tanyanya looked at me expectantly.

“Of course I miss you so much my baby boy“ my eyes are glazed.

“Ish, I'm your husband Brother“ Zain rolled both his eyeballs.

“Hmht, my husband Muhammad Zain“ I nodded, pinched his cheeks fat.

“Kakak, want to go for a walk??” bargained for.

I was speechless, I really wanted to take a walk with Zain, but with a situation like this?? If Mamah and Papah know, it could be more runyam affairs.

“Come Brother“ Zain led my hand, approaching the window where he entered earlier.

“Ta but Zain“ I thrashed.

Zain smiled “So I can count on me this time” he said full of confidence.

“Alright,“ I followed in his footsteps, jumping from the window. Huh .. we've been like a thief.

We stumbled, headed for the fence, and it worked!! we made it out of my house, though,

“Taaarrraaaa!!” Zain spread out both hands.

“Hah?” I shut my mouth, “Zain, we want to take a walk using this motor??” I asked when I saw the motor scooter was in front of me.

“Iya, Brother likes??” tanyakanya.

“Hhmhh, I like, really like” I replied nodding my head.

“Alright, let's ride my wife“ Zain lead my hand,

“Ahhh .. imaksih my husband“ I rode a Zain motorbike, Zain,

After passing through the deserted streets, Zain spread his arms.

“Zain!! danger!!” I rebuked him, afraid that I would fall.

“Hahha ... Brother try shouting!!” his orders.

“Hah?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!” Zain shouted with all his might.

“Sister, if we feel very tight in the chest, shouting can be the antidote” shouted Zain.

“Come shout!!” orders again.

“Aaaaa“ I shout slowly.

“Don't do it, it's too cute, to scream! look ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” Zain is back to exemplify me.

“AAAAA!!” I still hesitate to scream.

“Kakaaaaaaaaakkkkkk!!!! I love youuuuuuuuuuu!!!!” Zain shouted again.

“Zain, me too!!“ I timidly followed Zain's advice.

“Ish, how can it be slowly called shouting??” Zain rubbed his head.

“ZZAAAIIIINNNN !! AAKKUU ALSO LOVES YOU VERY MUCHUUUU!!!” finally shouted.

“Nah, how?? Does it feel relieved??” tanyanya looked back.

“Hemh .. very relieved“ replied me.

Cceekkkiiittt ...

Suddenly the motor in the brake suddenly, until I almost bounced.

“Zain!! what the fuckyou?? Danger tau!!” I hit Zain's back in shock.

“Sister, if in thought, why does it not feel exciting??” Zain looked at me, smiling suspiciously.

“What do you mean Zain??” many confused.

“Sister, bring the bike, Brother in front, I'm behind” Zain get off the bike, and I'm according to driving the bike.

The night breeze hit our faces, it felt a little relieved, I was riding a motorcycle, Zain was holding my waist, we were shouting love, longing, and all our restlessness in the night. This did not solve our problems at all, but at least the burden on my chest was slightly reduced. Love sometimes looks crazy. But that's how it is.

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