Trapped in the Love of Brondong
01
That tall slim skinny girl, woke up bad luck. As soon as possible, he rushed into the bathroom to clean himself up. It only took no more than 10 minutes, the girl came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, looking for clothes to wear in her wardrobe. The clothes are no longer neat. Like an emotional person, the girl dismantled all the contents of her closet.
"Why not exist! not yesterday it was washed!" he's looking for his work uniform. Today he had to hurry to go to work, because the new director of the hospital was coming.
Finally he found his uniform hanging behind the door.
"Geez, I washed it one week ago." Juna patted his eel until it left a red mark there.
"Aw" he stroked his own wide forehead.
"Just wear it, poured perfume a bottle also fragrant!" said grinning. Spraying perfume around his body. Then take his bag insert some makeup tools and comb, do not forget one piece of plastic shop that folded neatly, not too thick. But there must be something inside the plastic. He always carried it but just brought it, never opened let alone in use.
He took his charge which was still in charge. A few minutes of playing it.
"OK on!" he said get out of his room
After graduating with a degree in Pharmacy, the girl continued her education to become a Pharmacist. And now he's working in a hospital in his town.
The woman half ran down the stairs of her house.
"Morning, Pa! Mother! Hello ugly!" he said to his little brother Jun. June who was having breakfast gave her thumbs. It's common to get such a greeting from his dearest sister, Jun considers it an affectionate call from Juna for him. He would never be naughty again, because if he was naughty his beloved brother would go away again like he was ten years ago.
"Breakfast first, Brother! at least sit down to drink it." said Mother Cindy, seeing the child she continued who drank milk standing.
"No chance to bun! It's too late!" Juna clung to her mouth with a tissue, then carefully reopened it, not only did the milk marks stick to the surface of her lost lips, but the red lipstick also faded. She kissed her mother and father, and June, who was still eating, finished her toast.
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It is a ritual every morning. Because of the difficulty of sleeping at night aka insomnia, I always wake up late. My lazy nature is still always loyal to me, if only mother was not there, maybe I would not care about my appearance. From the tip of the foot to the head, the mother always takes care of it, not infrequently the scolding is always a reminder alarm whenever I do not want to wear a deodorant, slovenly right? that's my.
But after I decided to go to college and live with my mom in Makassar I no longer heard my parents nagging. Until now I live back with my father and mother, I was never again taken by mother. Mother let me, I'm acting as I please now. Not because you don't care about me anymore, but my mother said I'm a grown-up now. Yes, Cindy's mother was my stepmother, my father and my mother divorced when I was a child, she decided to return to her hometown, while I stayed with her.
All the work of men I would rather do than be a sweet girl who always cries if disturbed by boys.
Everything changes, when a beautiful nurse named Cindy Malinda takes care of my father during an accident. When I saw that there was a feeling I could not describe, I felt my family complete with him. At that time I called her "Sister" her body was not too high and her beautiful face made me awkward to call her aunty.
Long story short, gait together. My father and the woman I called my sister married, and she became my mother!
Wati, S.Farm, Apt. That's me, the figure of a very jolly girl who harbors deep wounds. I'm 29 years old. A fairly mature age for a woman. Even counted "old" among young marriage lovers, right?
From my parents' divorce I can't believe that love brings happiness. That love will only cause a protracted quarrel, can not be resolved except by separation, as like a battle even though someone wins but still leaves a lasting pain. Even though they parted well, but as a victim of the decisions they made, it had a traumatic effect on my life.
That's why I'm still "I'm alone" at my current age. My school friends are all married and even their children are already in junior high school.
I spend my days working, working and working. Go home early in the morning! like a duck. But I prefer it like this, after returning home from work I just stay at home, playing with my little brother Jun, who is currently sitting in the middle of Junior High School. I felt guilty when I left him. She was among the most saddened, as I decided to continue my education off the island, other than Papa. It's time I redeemed everything. I'm not leaving him again.
But it turns out papa and mom are worried about me. The various ways they did, ranging from introducing me to their friend's son, June's tutor and more, but none of them worked. After going through the stages that I feel "weird" it. They can finally feel relieved.
"Well, Juna is getting married!"
It never occurred to me, the words came out of my mouth, I don't know what was on my mind at the time.
"Women have a golden time to have offspring, son? there is a high risk term, if later you are pregnant at a young age. Do you want to go on alone like this? Mother, Papa, and Mama are not always in this world!" I remembered my mother's words at that time.
That love is not in my heart, I just love him. Yeah, just baby. Our six-year-old age has made me feel awkward calling her "Abang".
"If it's halal, I'll try to love you!" that's what I said when I asked for time with him when he came to dare propose to me.
"Yes, I will make you love me!" he said steady when our two beads met. There was a strange feeling I had never felt before. Even though I'm still trying to avoid it.
This is my story, meeting a man who said he had loved me a long time ago, haha. He said he loved me when I used to get his kite stuck in a tree.
