Trapped in the Love of Brondong

15

A pair of eyes from behind the window stared with a frown. Before long the figure behind the window shut back the curtain curtain he was busy, after the light of the car lights made him glare.

"Ngapain there, Bang? then the wind!" adzka said mockingly, remembering the call from his friend during school who is now the girlfriend of the brother. Zuan only glanced for a moment, his flat object still stuck to his ear.

After making sure Dewi had arrived at his home, Zuan just turned off the phone connection. He also walked into the house. The clock had shown at eleven o'clock at night, when Zuan passed through the kitchen the figure of a person who was very respected was sitting accompanied by a cup of tea on the dining table. It was the routine habit of his mother, not the usual tea he consumed, but tea without sugar with a little cinnamon powder, cardamom and cloves.

Zuan canceled his desire to go in and rest in the room.

"Not sleeping, Ma. At this hour how still shuddy, mama came home last night huh?" he said pulling a chair in front of his mother, now his body and the mother face each other only separated by a table.

"Yes, today the patient is more than usual, Where are you from? not usually the mama's children go together, use the lure of what Adzka wants to go out the night with you!" ask Dr. Fatmala.

"I want nothing, Ma! I haven't eaten together in a long time, my mom has been too. When can we eat together, Ma?" said Zuan who really misses being with the important person in his life.

"After papa is not there we very rarely can eat one table, even if only papa breakfast requires us to eat together. But after papa dies, we're each busy!" Zuan was as if a flashback recalled the warmth of his family all those years ago.

"Hm .. There's a time for that later, son! we'll have another meal together, you're with Citra, and Adzka with the Goddess. Huh .. mama feels very old now, maybe it's time you have a ghost!" with Fatmala's flat gaze spoken, her eyes filled with hope gaining clarity from what she had just seen. She knew very well, Dewi wanted Adzka very much, and Ismi daughter of her late husband's friend also agreed to an arranged marriage between her and Zuan, although her first child never responded at all. But why did he just see Zuan and Goddess together, it even seemed like there was a special relationship.

"Ishmi! I never even remember it again!" muttered Zuan in his heart, the figure of a beautiful woman who was a profession with him was immediately in his memory.

"Zuan rest first, Ma! it's sleepy!" he stood up and approached the doctor Fatmala, peeping at her cheek.

"Good night, Mama!" heed

"Baby night!" replied the middle-aged woman.

"What are you hiding from me, son?" fatmala was riled up, trying to escape reality. "How could Zuan have a relationship with the person who should be his sister-in-law!"

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The girl who was in the kitchen looked like she was boiling instant noodles. After a few minutes, serve one plate of fried instant noodles with half-cooked beef eggs on top. The girl smelled a very pleasant aroma coming out from the dish that was currently in front of her with a hint of smoke still billowing there.

"Well, how's dinner like this, brother? not afraid of fat!" said Rudi who had just checked all the access doors in and out of the house.

"Hunger, Pa! it wasn't full!" juna took a spoon and fork.

"Why?" heed

"No, papa's stomach is already very full. Before coming home we ate satay first, until the house made to drink again with your mother!" said Rudi holding his stomach slightly distended.

"Eat him if again ngedate do not jaim, pretend full uh, until the restaurant again!" chirping Rudi teased the girl.

"What the heck, who the hell is it! Papa misunderstood that, Juna just as Adzka there is nothing!" juna defended himself

"If anything is okay, son! papa is grateful! yeah, papa's in the room first!" said Rudi ruffled the princess's hair and then passed towards her room.

"Yes, Pa!" juna replied, the distance of the main room with the kitchen is not too far away. So that Juna still clearly heard his Papa's words, plus a quiet atmosphere because of midnight.

"Still dare to sleep alone?" said Rudi holding a smile.

"Still la, Pa! when is Juna afraid to sleep alone?" juna replied that remembering him, it is true that since childhood he never felt afraid to sleep alone.

"Oh, if you're afraid to sleep by yourself, just say the same Adzka! papa's ready to men'SAH' kannya!" Rudi opened the door of his room quickly, instantly his figure was no longer there.

"Ih, Papa what the hell!" juna Jerrit

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"That bravery of yours, endanger your soul, son! from the start, I never agreed you'd be a cop!" said the middle-aged woman who was massaging the legs of a girl who was lying on a cage.

"I'm fine, Mom! just a little wound!" he said he smiled.

He was only slightly injured by a fragment of the greenhouse that exploded due to a bomb detonated by the suspect *******. The girl sterilized the ambush site, and it was unexpected that the bomb was detonated.

Ismi, a beautiful woman, Bripda. His figure is very dear to the family makes him obey orders from the father, anything including arranged marriages.

His father's friendship with his best friend as a child, making Ismi have to bury far away his dream to marry his own choice.

Although the parents of the man who was betrothed to him no longer exist in this world, but the deal continues.

"You better get married soon, Is! after that you'll come live with him and work one place with him. I'll feel more comfortable if you work with someone who loves you." said the mother.

"Mom, can you see your daughter married to someone who never loved her? Mas Zuan has never had the slightest taste in me, Mom. Mas Zuan only considers Ismi a friend, nothing more! how to live a family without love? do you want, one day after we get married we get divorced, and I'll be a widow, Mom? just because I feel bad about the family of the late Pakde Pras, can you let this all happen?" said Ismi with teary eyes. In his heart he wanted to say that he actually had his own choice. But he has no power to say it.

"Love will come by itself, Ismi! once you are with the seeds of love it will grow over time. Zuan was a good boy." a middle-aged man walked into the girl's room.

"But, Sir! Maybe mas Zuan also has his own choice" said Ismi again

"Also? don't tell me you already have Ismi's boyfriend!" ask Joko.

"Don't embarrass your father, son! you became like this also because of the help of mas Pras, he who helped your school fees. If we cancel the match, what his family says. Where'd you put your face?" Joko sat down.

"Sorry, Sir! Ismi didn't mean to embarrass you at all!" the unobstructed crystal fell out of place. The resigned face with a blank look Ismi issued words that made both her parents can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Alright, it's up to you and mom! Ismi manut - wae."