The Brondong

TB 04S

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The sky began to redden if the day had been dusk. I then tidied up the table before heading home. In the middle of my activity, my phone rang. I frowned when I saw the name listed there.

[Hello?] My broom.

[Dek Laras, are you home?]

[While preparing to go home,] I flanked my phone in the ear and shoulder.

[Do you want to pick me up?]

[I brought my own car, what's wrong?] Reply origin.

[I want to take you to dinner.]

I sighed tired. [Maybe next time, I don't want to leave Rian alone at home, ] My sergeant.

[Rian is big, he must understand.]

[Yes, he always understood me. Not like you, Mom.] The sarcasm.

[Dek Laras.] His voice sounded bitter.

[If nothing else matters, I close the phone. I want to go home, ] I said without further ado.

[Alright, I actually want permission to take Rian to the ball game in Bandung. Maybe 1 night,]

I sat down for a moment and sat on the sofa. [When?]

[Front month.]

[Okay, no problem,]

[Thank you, Deck.].

[He-em, yes I have gone home first,] I said and then closed the call.

I closed my eyes releasing the tiredness that filled my head. I'm confused about myself. I could never contain the anger that lingered in my heart every time I faced or interacted with my ex-husband. The feeling of betrayal and suspicion is still not gone.

Is it because my mind has not given all? It's not as easy as turning the palm. In fact, it gave me a sense of trauma. I tried hard to sue Mas Andi for divorce, even though my heart was bleeding. Mas Andi did not escape from that sense, a sense of destruction of everything. We both suffer.

But to start all over again, I still have doubts.

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"Assalamu'alaikum," I said my greetings and closed the door.

There is no lawfulness. Hasn't Rian gone home yet?

I threw the origin of my bag and shoes, I threw myself on the sofa. It felt like my body was crumbling down. I heard a voice coming from the kitchen, surely Rian was looking for food. I haven't cooked yet, I called out to him.

"Rian, Mama donk's incandescent.." I whine. "Great seal.Mommy will make corn dog deh," I added.

It is my habit to be massaged by Rian after work, I tendered the body to prepare for massage.

I felt Rian's hand twitching my sore and tense shoulders. The massage was so good, I closed my eyes enjoying the massage.

"Ehm. Yes there.." I tilted my head. "Uh... so good Rian, you're getting good at his massage" I praised without looking at him.

"Good if good," I opened my eyes immediately as an unfamiliar voice sounded.

It was not Rian's voice. I looked quickly.

"Dilan-Di!"

The young man smiled, as I woke up from my seat. I rubbed my messy face red from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were Rian. And...why are you quiet?" My words are not good.

"I don't have the heart, you're so tired," again the smile does not fade. Maybe if I was a girl on campus I'd melt away right then and there.

"Ma, are you home?" Rian called me while coming down the stairs.

I stared confusedly at Rian who was standing beside Dilan.

"You guys..."

"Yes, we're acquainted" I said clumsily and went to get the shoes and bags scattered. "You wait a minute! Mama's gonna make dinner later, "I'll be right through to the room.

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Rian looked in surprise at Laras who was leaving soon after his arrival.

"Mama why? You know?" Ask Dylan.

Dilan simply raised his shoulders with his eyebrows raised. In his heart he was happy to be able to massage the woman who for 2 days saw in his dream. Although faint, earlier he had inhaled the fragrance of shampoo from the hair of Laras. His fragrance was still left in his sense of smell.

"Harum," he murmured.

After he finished cleaning himself, Laras immediately prepared dinner for them. They also eat with wisdom and greed.

Rian told me about today's activities when dinner was over. Baras listened carefully while serving snacks as a complement to the story.

"You want something to drink, Dilan?" hail the mother of one child.

Dilan nodded. "If it's not a hassle."

"I wasn't asked," said Rian with a frown.

Tell me to float to his head. "You need not be asked, definitely ask for milo," replied Laras anxious.

Dilan giggled at seeing that. Accidentally his eyes collided with Laras who was also smiling. Sweet, her heart.

The wrong barrel of behavior chose to bow. Conscious Laras, you are an old man. Time fascinated by brondong!

"What do you want to drink?" Baras tried to shake off the strange feeling that enveloped him.

"Coffee, please" replied Dilan.

Barrel immediately into the kitchen and make a drink for them.

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Time swirled quickly, without feeling it was already midnight. Dilan finally pamit even though he was actually reluctant. The young man was still at home staring at Laras who looked alluring with just a home negligee and an origin bond on his hair. Because Rian had gone to bed earlier, Laras accompanied Dilan to the exit.

"Thank you for dinner and coffee" he said sincerely.

"Sama-sama, thank you for helping Rian open the locker," Laras replied which sounded funny to Dilan.

"Certainly comparable action," Dilan chuckled.

Baras smiled. "Good night, Dilan," he said sounding melodious in Dilan's ears.

"Good night" the young man walked towards his uncle's house.

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I closed the door and then leaned behind the door. My heart has not stopped pounding ever since Dilan pinched me. I tried to behave as naturally as possible, but many times his manic caught and trapped me to make it difficult for me to breathe. This feeling should not. It must have been just a momentary admiration.

I have to neutralize my mind and mind as before. Yeah, gotta!

I went back to my room and prepared to sleep. As I was about to close the curtains, I saw that he who managed to mess with my heart was sitting down while playing the guitar. Beautiful young man with all his charm. I watched for a moment while enjoying the beautiful night with a sprinkling of stars.

I don't know what time I slept, which was clear the next day I woke up. This is all because of that brondong, a crispy brondong that tastes sweet and legit!

I went down the stairs in a row. Rian snorted and chirped with his grunts due to misfortune.

"Why can you have bad luck? blah. blah, blah," I covered my ears with a headseat and saw Rian as if he were singing seriosa.

Regardless of my child, I prepared the provisions. Heats the car and burns the bread then stuffs it into Rian's mouth which is still chattering nonstop.

Tbc.

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