Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The name Philophobia is derived from two Greek roots, philo which means love and phobia which means fear. Philophobia is the fear of emotional attachment and the fear of being in a relationship and even falling in love (cited from various sources)

I still can't believe it, it turns out that the thing I've been feeling lately has a name, and it's a disease. Yes, honestly .. I was afraid to fall in love. The past always haunts me. Do I really need to consult a psychiatrist? ah ... No, I don't need to. I'm not sick! no. gabe.

Love, again I question the word that is always pink. So far I have felt comfortable with Adzka, but when talking about love? ah .. I don't know. I care about him, I honestly love him.

Hah .. It's Juna, tomorrow you have to get up fast. The first fast cannot be bad.

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The slender woman continued to roll to the right, to the left. Hugging the bolster and so on. It seems there is inner upheaval in him. He recalled the incident he had just experienced a few hours ago that left him unable to sleep.

The flashback

"You have the same feeling as me! you care about me, Jun!" adzka said when Juna came to his face. The sound of the car's brakes speeding up makes it back.

"Yes, I care about you! I was so scared that Adzka. I think something happened to you." Juna was sitting limp with tears continuously flowing from the corner of his eyes.

Adzka pulled Juna's hand gently. Hugged him lovingly.

"I'm sorry. I'm okay!" adzka's hand stroked the girl's hair in front of her. From the corner of his lips was a crescent moon. "My granny stopped the car from coming up with a truth. One more step, Adzka, one more step!" he murmured in the heart.

"Come, I'll take you home."

Flashback Off

"Hah .. it's Juna, tomorrow you have to get up fast. First fasts can't be bad." Juna set an alarm on his phone, also at his old clock.

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"Tok .. tok .. tok!" the middle-aged woman's hand knocked on her son's bedroom door

"Come in, Ma!"

"Why not pray in the mosque, Ka?" fatmala asked as she walked in and sat her body in the soft chair in the room. Adzka appears to still wear cocoa clothes and sarongs.

"Slow, Ma. Just now when Adzka crossed the mosque complex has begun tarawih, while Adzka prayer Isya alone has not. He" grinned the handsome doctor. In front of other people he looks mature, but not if he is close to the mother.

"Why did he come home so long?"

"Oh .. There was business, Ma."

"Adzka, did you miss anything? why the Goddess never came here again. Mama has remembered since you came home and worked at the hospital even though she never came, right?" fatmala's hand choked.

"Ah, Adzka forgot, Ma. Haha!"

"Why can you just forget about it? isn't she the future daughter-in-law of this house!"

"Yes right, Ma. The goddess is indeed the future daughter-in-law of this house. But not Adzka's candidate, Adzka won't. Adzka has his own choice, Ma. Come on Ma ... What age is this? Siti Nurbaya even has a great-grandson and her great-grandson also does not want to be betrothed like her mbah. After all, what is usually betrothed is that women are not men."

"Indeed, Siti Nurbaya was betrothed to women as well? don't you! the difference is you're not a grandfather. Ah ... Why is mommy so a little slut like you." Fatmala came to her own senses with her nonsense.

"Haha .. Mama, Mama." Adzka laughed crisply.

"Who's your choice? mom wants to know him. Who is the woman who can defeat the charm of the Goddess. Does your mom know him?" Adzka gasped unexpectedly that her mother would ask this.

"He works at the hospital too, Ma. He's pharmacist. Adzka loved it since she was Junior High!"

"He's your schoolmate?"

"No, Ma. When she was Junior High School Adzka was still in elementary school" Adzka seemed very afraid to say it, she said it slowly. But Fatmala could still hear him.

"What's? you mean he's older than you! you love mothers, son!"

"Then the Goddess?"

"Goddess again, Mama ... The goddess is Zuan's girlfriend. Uh!" Adzka shut her mouth. Feeling guilty for Zuan.

"Okaya! My mom knows everything!" The middle-aged woman moved from her seat leaving Adzka still covered her mouth.

"Find the others Adzka, even with Zuan alone the woman who attracted your attention is still a long distance away. Plus he's just a pharmacist! cook a specialist like you married a pharmacist. At least find something that matches you!" sighing, Fatmala closed the door of the room slightly hard.

Adzka squeezed his hair pulling the skull that he was still wearing and bit him furiously.

"Why do you always look at people like that!"

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"So when, Zu. I hope the good news doesn't take long. You are both capable. What are you waiting for!" said the athletic man looked at Zuan with a friendly look. While the girl next to him from earlier just bowed shyly. Not daring to look at his parents, especially the man in front of him.

"Actually tomorrow I'm ready, sir! but ... me and Dewi agreed to wait another half year!"

The middle-aged man smiled proudly. While the girl in the hijab was getting down. His cheeks looked red.

"I like a young man as passionate as you. A soldier should be like that! steadier. You like that." he said.

"What made you agree to delay again?" tanyanya.

"Look, Sir. You know the match problem yourself. Yesterday, the woman I was betrothed to came. He wants to get married, he has his own choice. To keep his parents feeling, Zuan wants Ismi to get married first, sir." Zuan tried to explain a little, it was impossible for him to say that Ismi had been waiting for him, could have a good time later.

"Oh, her name is Ismi. I felt like I knew that name!"

"Yes, Sir. He's father's subordinate! Ismi Aisha."

"Haha .. O Lord, the world is so narrow. Yes .. yes, I know Ismi is her boyfriend my confidant, hahaha ...."

While chatting, the two of them did not pay attention to the hijab girl among them from earlier on kept yawning to hold her sleepiness.

"But! sleepy." said the Goddess whispered. His position right next to his parents made the middle-aged man hear more whispers of the Goddess than Zuan who was opposite him.

"Hey, why did you even say sleepy to Zuan? are you going to sleep together?"

"Papa ah! that's not. Adek says it's just let bang Zuan go home" said the dentist timidly.

"Oh, kirain. Where's your hand, Zu! the dowry of orange juice is just this." seduced the Papa

"Papa ah! kidding continues. Papa willing his only son papa married his dowry just one glass of juice doang? it's not full anymore" he said scowling.

"Come, Sir. We continue. Juice is also juice. I'm ready!" Zuan welcomes the hand of his parents from his lover.

"Ready bald! crunching the cake." Zuan's hand was pushed aside.

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