The Brondong

TB 01S

The sun was crawling up, even so the air was still quite fresh. I inhaled a lot of oxygen while rubbing the sweat on my forehead. For a moment I remembered the words he had been haunting me lately.

The Flashback

“... after so long we parted ways, Mas felt nothing could replace the Adjustable Deck in the heart of Mas,”

I smiled mockingly. “Oh, Yes? I heard from your beloved secretary if you guys are getting married.”

The person's face stiffened, shaking in disbelief. “Mas has ended his relationship with him, why does Adek not believe? Even Mas had fired him 5 years ago!” she has a little long hair. Looks like he hasn't cut it this week. “Do not listen to the words of him who deliberately wants to destroy our relationship.”

My back was sore, I threw myself down while closing my eyes. “Our relationship has long been destroyed, and Mas the culprit. Rian might come home tonight, Mas better see him tomorrow!” I kicked him out in a subtle way.

No sound was heard, I could guess the look on his disappointed face for the umpteenth time. Even so do not melt my disappointment. Even though 5 years have passed, all his betrayals are very difficult for me to forgive.

“Mas will not give up,” after that I only heard the sound of the door being closed.

Instantly I opened my eyes, feeling a tightness between my lungs. To be honest I still love her, knowing the fact that she's still waiting for me to this point warms the niche a little. I don't know, my heart is so shady. What am I supposed to do?

Flashback Off

I opened the lid of the mineral water and gulped it down slowly. Bland feeling like my life for these 5 years, could it be because I am too long alone?

I continued my morning running ritual that I've been doing since I got divorced. Rian himself as a child who began to grow up at that time was so understanding and understanding of all my decisions. Yes, my only child, as well as my best friend in complaining.

Sometimes I tell her my daily life. He just smiled and hugged me, I really hope my son will meet a good girl later. Thinking about it made me sad for a moment, am I ready if Rian leaves me later?

The road that had been empty began to look crowded with many people passing by, some were just walking in the morning like me or looking for breakfast at every merchant on the side of the road. I approached one of the chicken porridge traders. Rian must not have woken up, in his favorite gundam pajamas the boy coiled on the mattress until noon.

The day off was spent just by sleeping all day, I sighed tiredly. Rian is a home-based child, who would not be out of the house if it were not his campus activities. Good thing I know his schedule because I teach at the same college as him, otherwise I would have been nagging all day thinking he was lounging.

With a plastic bag in hand I walked slowly towards the house, my eyes caught a strange looking jeep parked in the yard of my neighbor's house.

Mr. Kentaro Suryo, the middle-class old man of Indo Japan who has been my neighbor for almost 20 years. The man lived alone with his simplicity, his son and wife had died 7 years ago. For a long time no one saw or visited his house.

“Are there guests? But his house looks quiet,” murmured me with eyes that are not separated from the terrace of Mr. Kentaro's house.

When I entered the door, I screamed because someone was standing there.

“Ya Allaah! Rian! You surprised Mama!”

Rian was astonished by my surprised expression. “Mama why? The way forward but his eyes everywhere, so enter the house said greetings!” Rian glanced at the pouch in my hand and smiled witfully. “Chicken porridge huh Ma?”

I squinted my eyes, pulling the bag that Rian was trying to reach.

“Assalamu’alaikum!” I glanced past him and walked towards the kitchen.

“Wa’alaikum greetings, Ma... don't get angry donk!”

I opened the sterofoam and took a spoon, stirring the chicken porridge that was still puffing smoke. The delicious smell of the smell of the smell of Rian. Make the stomach in question rumbling instantly.

I scooped up the porridge and was about to put it in my mouth. Rian's eyes continued to follow the spoon I was holding. Oh my goodness, this kid!

“Hmmm...” I chewed and licked the rest of the porridge on my lips.

It seemed like soon drool would trickle from Rian's mouth. I smiled as I scooped up the large porridge and thrust it at Rian who was sculpting. “Mau?”

“Mau!” Rian directly devoured the porridge on the spoon, I chuckled to see Rian who almost swallowed his spoon.

“Rian! Don't eat the spoon!”

I messed up the hair of my teenage son, the boy who accompanied me and was my friend all along. I love him so much.

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The next day I woke up from my sleep during the reverberation, after carrying out my duties as a Muslim I also started the day with various household chores.

I only wear ART when I work, it's only until the afternoon. Again, a black Jeep took my energy. From yesterday I didn't see Mr. Kentaro or anyone else coming out of his house. It makes me curious and a little worried. Is the old man okay?

I choose to clean myself first and wait for the day a little afternoon, I will visit Mr. Kentaro's house. I hope nothing bad happens to him. Seeing her reminds me of myself living alone. It would be sad if it was me, living alone without anyone knowing how I was.

As the day began to evening, I went to Mr. Kentaro's house. I had just pulled the door, and at the same time it appeared that someone was standing in front of me. Fortunately, I did not jump in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I'm bothering you," the man lowered his head after that. "I. I'm Uncle Ken's nephew, if I may want to borrow your kitchen. The stove in uncle's house is damaged, has not had time to be serviced. I want to make food for my uncle" he said.

I was stunned for a moment, the young man with the same oriental face as Mr. Kentaro. But he is sweeter, ah. like the oppa-oppa that the girls of this time. His body was tall, with skin as white as radish as if never exposed to the sun. While my yellow skin is very visible in contrast to that person. A sense of inferiority suddenly appeared.

"Duh, men are so smooth," I said in my heart.

I immediately turned my eyes away clumsily.

"It just so happened that I was going to see Mr. Ken. Please enter!"

I opened the door wide, seeing that it made the young man frown in confusion.

"The door's not closed?"

"Oh, it's okay, I prefer the door to open," I smiled knotfully.

It's nothing, the status of a single parent always gives a bad impression in the eyes of the community. With that aside, I always open the door wide if I get a guest. The mouth of the neighbor is sharper than the razor.

Tbc.

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Dear reader, the intention wants a long hiatus but what power, my imagination continues to urge to be channeled. This time we will be spoiled by handsome brondong, oppa-oppa korea which I rarely make as a picture of my character. try their luck, he said, hopefully in this novel I can give a better story than before.Greetings from othor.. love u all...!