Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The plenary handsome face of the bespectacled man looked full of complexity. The handsome instantly faded. The mood has not been good for the last few days.

"What should I do, why does he keep avoiding me! yesterday fasting change, tomorrow fasting Monday Thursday, tomorrow again fasting David. Oh my God, what am I supposed to do!

mana Zuan kept urging me to bring Juna home again. How's this!" adzka grumbled in his heart.

"Excuse me, Doc! there's a package of food." Tomi holds two boxes containing food.

"Eat, bring Beautiful too. I don't have a taste for food!" adzka smiled lazily, giving a piece of money a hundred thousand replacing the food Tomi had just received from the driver ojol.

Adzka stood up to open his white coat, hung it then passed leaving Tomi and Indah without saying a word. The two assistants did not dare to ask, they could only look at each other and shrug.

"Sir Doctor seems to be having problems" said Indah.

"It looks like it!" said Tomi.

The two then devoured the two rice boxes, while one more box they put on the doctor's desk, maybe the doctor will suddenly be hungry, they thought.

Adzka fled to a hospital musholla, walking in a gontai. While in a musholla that was quiet because it was 14:00, the handsome doctor caught the sound of sobbing. Slowly approaching the source of the voice, he slightly opened the curtain separating between the male and female places. How shocked he was, a sad face filled with sadness was clearly visible before his eyes.

"Why is she crying? who made her cry?" adzka's Mumm. Not waiting anymore, Adzka immediately pulled the curtain, he stepped his feet firmly forward to meet the figure who was shedding tears.

"Juna, why are you crying?" he said to sit his body right next to Juna who was still resting on the prayer mat.

"Doctor! what's the doctor doing here? this is a woman's place!" juna was so surprised.

"I've opened it wide, after all, no one comes in here anymore. Answer me why you're crying!"

"I'm fine, I just have a little problem, Doc. And I'm sorry, this is the privacy doctors don't have a right to know!" Juna stood up to open his face.

"Sorry I just can't bear to see you cry. If there is a problem, just tell me, even if it is just a good listener. But at least your burden must have decreased a little! I'll take you home! I'm waiting in the parking lot." Adzka left Juna who was dumbfounded to hear the doctor's words.

"Why is that like an order to me, and I can't refuse it!" Juna was glued to his face that had folded neatly in place staring at the back of Adzka who had come out of the musholla.

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The middle-aged woman was busy in the kitchen along with a woman who was not far adrift with her.

"It doesn't feel right, Mbok. Tomorrow we are fasting." Fatmala told her domestic assistant.

"Yes, New. Time passes so quickly." said the skinny woman.

The man in the brown uniform just entered the house, and he immediately walked into the kitchen.

"Mama, cook what?" sapanya, take the right hand of her mother who holds a vegetable spoon. With solemnity kissed the back of the hand of his most beloved person.

"Start the chicken village, Noodle hun fried and this is on process, your favorite sartika!" fatmala

"Where is Saritem, Ma? no one is envious!" zuan said remembering the younger brother.

Sartika, sambal anchovy beans. Zuan's favorite food from small, the man liked it very much. Saritem, sambal teri tempeh. Unlike Zuan, Adzka likes anchovy mixed with tempeh, he does not like peanuts while Zuan does not like tempeh. Because like that, Fatmala always makes two menus, if only one kind of cold war will occur between the two, there are those who think her mother loves her the most, and the other one's mother chose love.

"There's dong, baby! the temple is still cut off Mbok." Fatmala pointed at her assistant.

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"So quiet from earlier, like not Juna! what is it you are, Jun? I feel like you've been avoiding me on purpose." Adzka said, looking at Juna, who pretended to be busy with her dress.

"And I'm quiet, Doc" said Juna flatly.

"Shut? is she?" Adzka stayed focused, he reduced the speed of the car he drove so that their time spoke longer.

"If I'm wrong, I'm sorry!"

"Doctors are not wrong! I just. .. I just want to keep the dock distance, I'm ashamed people in the hospital often mocking me. I'm just a docking pharmacist, it's not appropriate to be too close to the doctor" Juna said

"What hell! since when did Juna attach importance to people's speech. Why not deserve? not a doctor fit with a pharmacist? the doctor only gives a prescription, while the pharmacist concocts the drug. We're a good couple." Adzka looked serious, he was no longer joking, maybe it was time he thought.

"Currently, matching couple? where was it from my story!" juna Ketus.

"Don't you say you don't deserve to be close to a doctor, right? yes, I answered. Jun, you're avoiding me because you like me too, right?" Adzka swallowed his saliva, his heartbeat beating faster.

"Also like? what does this mean?"

Ciiiit, Adzka stopped his car, pulled over on the side of the road.

"I like you, Jun. Even from my little one!" adzka's gaze was full of truth.

"You remind me of my age!" Juna was getting more and more upset. How the story goes that the man could have liked her from childhood.

"I'm serious! you remember not the boy you helped when he fell off the bike, the crybaby you helped get his kite stuck on a mango tree. The boy who always calls your name Arjuna!, the boy who always walks behind you when you get home from school!"

"Boy crybaby, fall off the bike, kite, Arjuna!" Juna tried to reopen his memory. Good thing to remember something is a weakness of Juna, but he still tried it. Arjuna, that word was indeed a little familiar in his ears, indeed he felt that he had been called someone by that name.

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"Hey ... Why are you crying?" hello Juna, he just got home from computer tutoring. With a black shirt and trousers, as well as a hijab in line with her shirt she brushed on her shoulder.

"My shadow's stuck, Juna! I dare not climb the tree." said the little boy before him.

"Well! this child does not like to speak, like a Caucasian. I who have been this big called him by name only! you little prick!" mummified Juna.

"Boy are afraid to climb, cemen ah! hold on to my sister's bag!" Juna gave her bag of straps, she opened her socks and then very cleverly she had reached the top of the mango tree.

"Duh, very fast. That's what person ******!" little Adzka said.

"Heh boy, I heard ya!" juna screams from the tree.

Before long Juna had returned to rest on earth with a slightly torn kite in his hand.

"Nih. Next time play a doll just let's not get stuck on a tree again!" grinning Juna gave the kite.

"I am a man, not a woman! thanks Arjuna!" little Adzka said.

"Arjuna again! my name is Juna not Arjuna!" he then took his bag of cages which Adzka hugged.

"I was going to say you're Hanoman, because of your climbing skills, but since your name is Juna, it's better to just be Arjuna!" coined.

"But I'm not a girl!"

"Related girl? if the woman is playing a doll, not climbing a tree. And that woman doesn't smell good!" Little Adzka ran while laughing leaving behind a dumb-looking Juna.

"Basar tengil boy, was crying could not climb, now even mengatain who already nolongin him. Said asem again. I'm wa ...." Juna raised his hand, turning his head towards that raised hand.

"Week, ashem!" he said as his nose caught an unpleasant smell from his armpits. Asem actually muttered the girl anyway.

"What am I saying!" little man screamed from far away.

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