Trapped in the Love of Brondong

18

"Boy crybaby, fall off the bike, kite, Arjuna!" Juna tried to reopen his memory. To remember something is Juna's weakness, 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.

"So you're that pretentious little boy of his age! whoa, you're a big boy now!" Juna just met his niece.

"Yes I'm an adult now, I'm not afraid of heights, not whiny anymore!"

"But still rancid!"

"No! I'm authoritative now right!"

"Yes, be gracious." Juna's sweet smile was engraved there, for a moment she forgot her inner conflict and began to melt back to Adzka.

"I deserve you, right? I want you to be my companion, Juna! I'm serious." the atmosphere immediately became quiet, there was not even a crickets as a sign Adzka's joke was crisp, but he was not kidding either. Juna's smile was gone. The night that the Muslims began their first tarawih prayer, Adzka expressed his seriousness.

"I don't know, I don't dare take any chances, Doctor! I don't want to be a widow, I don't want to. I don't want my son to be the same fate as me. Hiks .. hiks, I don't want Adzka. Our age is also far away. Can you keep up with me, what people say later. You're a doctor, handsome, well-established while I am? hah .. already. Please take me home now!" still sobbing, Juna simply lowered his gaze. The dilemma in his heart made his head feel extremely dizzy at this moment.

"Doctor, please take me home!" Juna lifted his head, looking at Adzka who was still staring at him with an indecipherable look.

"Philophobia. You must be healed soon, Jun. I know you're comfortable with me, right? but you're fighting your feelings. You purposely avoided me for reasons you made up. Don't torture yourself, don't torture me, either. For years I kept this taste. You're the one in my heart since I knew love. I used to think it was just monkey love, but I actually fell in love with that monkey!" on the sidelines of his seriousness he tried to insert a little joke.

"I'm not sick! I'm doing fine. You're just too pity, you're just I'm assuming no more friends." Juna opened the seatbelt still attached to his body, got out of the car and ran away from Adzka.

"I'm not sick! I don't really feel anything for him!" juna's inner scream while running across the street. Fortunately the road was deserted, so he was still safe because he didn't see the left right one bit.

Adzka chased after her, this was still far from the girl's house. He had to finish all of this immediately so as not to drag on.

"Jun, wait!" he said while running. Suddenly the sound of a car brake that was stepped on suddenly sounded so loud in Juna's ear. Spontaneous his legs ran towards the origin of the sound. A shadow that doesn't occupy his mind.

"Geez!" his screams as his body got closer to the glasses-like figure.

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"Ma, Zuan wants to talk seriously!" said the handsome policeman helped the mother clean up the rest of their food. Zuan also washed dirty dishes, while Fatmala cleaned the dining table that looked dirty because of the drool and chili sauce that accidentally fell when scooped.

"Seriously what the hell, Zu. How tense is his face."

Zuan cleaned his hands with anti-germ soap and dried them with a towel that was deliberately hung on the kitchen wall.

"Zuan makein mama's favorite tea first yes, Ma. Wait while watching TV!" Zuan turned his mother's body to face the tv room.

He also sat while hugging a small pillow that was always on the carpet, it had long felt he did not have the opportunity to relax like now. Usually he will go home at night, let alone to watch tv, say hello to his son just can not. Sometimes the children have entered their respective rooms, or even both have not returned to work.

"Healthy tea, savory without flavoring has come." Zuan carried a tray containing two cups of tea.

"Thank you, kind mother! sitting here. Mama's been impatient."

"Mom don't be angry, Ma. Zuan apologized earlier. Zuan can't follow what mom and dad want this time." Zuan took a deep breath first before starting his speech.

"What do you mean, son?" ask Fatmala softly.

"Zuan never loved Ismi, Zuan loved the Goddess, Ma. And Dewi is the same, we have been dating for the last 3 years. We were going to keep it a secret until Adzka was the same choice. But when Ismi came to the office, she said she wanted to get married soon. It turns out Ismi has her own choice, too, Ma. Ismi was tormented because of the match. On the one hand he wants to marry his puja, on the other hand he does not want to hurt the feelings of his parents. Sorry Zuan, Ma!" Zuan continued to hold the hand of the person he respected the most, The look on Fatmala's face seemed to change unlike before.

"How did this happen? don't you know yourself that Dewi really wants Adzka." the specialist's face immediately became flat and cold.

"Ma, Adzka never considered the existence of the Goddess at all. The goddess must be aware of that! and I .. I want it so much, Ma. It's time for the Goddess to be happy, no longer begging for love."

"Can you please the Goddess? you can confirm that, Zuan! what about Ismi's family?"

"Actually Zuan had fallen in love with the Goddess long ago, Ma. Maybe because Zuan always saw him here first during group work with Adzka. But instead love for Adzka, Zuan tried to always comfort him when Dewi looked sad because of Adzka's shock. At first I only thought of her as a sister, but over time she became more beautiful. And it turns out that feeling grows by itself." explains Zuan.

"Zuan just needs my mom's blessing. If Zuan cantongi's blessing, everything will be safe, Ma."

"Hm .. You think this mama's blessing is just like SIM!" with a longer sigh than usual, Fatmala returned to her friendly face. As if he had accepted a reality that was not in accordance with his wishes.

No matter how hard the effort, whatever the planning, if God does not want, all will not happen. Rice that is already in the dish, which is ready to be eaten can be spilled or eaten by cats if it is not the sustenance of the owner.

Zuan's mobile phone rang, incoming message notification. Opened quickly a message that little seemed on his screen especially that of the Goddess.

"Bang, I want to see you finish praying tarawih tonight" he wrote briefly. Zuan smiled wryly, his breathing slightly choked. Hm, Dewi must have talked about this to her parents thought Zuan.

"Ma, Dewi said her papa was invited to meet with Tarawih prayers later. How, Ma? Mama's allowed it, isn't she?" asked Zuan again to confirm his mother's decision.

"Yes, how else. If you like each other, what would you say! but what about Adzka?"

"Adzka already has a target of him being 6 years old, Ma! he doesn't like girls who are the same age as him." Zuan grinned, hugged the mama and then kissed the top of his head.

"Thank you, Ma. U are my everything. Thank you for loving me as much as Adzka" he said kissing the back of Doctor Fatmala's hand respectfully and then picking up his car contact.