Trapped in the Love of Brondong
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Treasure will indeed make happy, if the heart also feels the same way. But if the heart languishes, it means nothing.
✓Stuck Love Brondong ✓
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Since that night, there has been no more talk about it. Adzka chose silence or better avoid his mother. His feelings can't be bargained anymore. The person he wanted so much for now was close to him, only to win his heart just one more step, there was no way he could forget it even during his life. I don't know what charm he saw from the jutek woman. But he also did not want to make his mother disappointed because of the nature of defying him in his life choices. His rebellion was enough to do in his heart, as much as possible he busied himself, so that there was no free time to talk about the same thing. To break down the commitment held firmly by the mother requires proof. Adzka will try to prove that there are no unequal terms for him, they are all the same.
Treasure will indeed make happy, if the heart also feels the same way. But if the heart languishes, it means nothing.
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This was a day that the sweet-haired girl of that boat had been waiting for. The radiance of happiness seemed very visible from his father's face. The typical makeup of the bride with typical Sundanese clothes makes her like a doll.
"Excuse me, may I enter the police mother in the skirt!" the athletic man said by knocking on the open door. She was also with a veiled girl, the girl was just smiling.
"The mocking! I'm beautiful, aren't I, Mas? I'm sorry I didn't marry Ismi!" the girl's seductive.
"Hm .. It looks like it is! then let me just kidnap you." said the man. He sat his body on the edge of the bed directly opposite Ismi who was sitting on his dressing table chair.
Laughter from them filled the entire room of the bride. Familiarity seemed between the three of them. The goddess who had just smiled and laughed finally opened her voice.
"It turns out bang Zuan was blind all along. How can you refuse a girl as beautiful as this." he said. His hands were on both shoulders of Ismi. They both stared at the glass in front of him.
"Means I chose dong wrong then!" sergeant.
"Hm .. no. This is correct. This beautiful one is my sister and this sweet one is my wife." she said steadily. The two girls gave off a sweet smile. Ismi sighed for a moment, yes .. this is the best. Mas Zuan is only my past, he murmured inwardly. His face seemed to change for a moment, but he quickly dispelled the strange feeling, the sweet smile back on its back.
Zuan and Dewi, as well as Adzka and the mama also witnessed the procession of ijab qabul. Now Ismi has legitimately become the wife of people. There was a sense of relief in Zuan's heart, he no longer felt guilty. His ex-wife-to-be is happy now, only he feels the same happiness in a few months. The goddess will soon be his wife. In his imagination he had felt happiness when he was on a lap with his first love.
Invitation guests to come and go home. The very festive party seemed simple not luxurious, but the invited guests were very many. Business colleagues of Ismi's parents who are entrepreneurs and the bride herself who both work as state servants make the invitation so booming. Zuan and his family were waiting in line to shake hands.
"Baarokallahulaka ..." Zuan prayed as she and Ismi's husband faced each other after shaking hands. Both guarantee that ta'zim.
"Thank you, Mom. May you be happy." said Ismi, when the handsome male figure shook his hand.
"Don't crybaby!" whispered Zuan. Ismi wiped away her tears that had gathered in the corner of her eyes.
The goddess tries not to be jealous, seeing the closeness of the two does require a heart that is so broad as not to be prejudiced. He also understood, he knew how to position himself. While walking down the stairs, the netraganya caught the figure of a man in batik clothes who was sitting alone with a blank look. Not thinking anymore, he went straight to the man.
"Why is Juna not invited anyway, Ka!" The goddess sat her body right next to Adzka, just a chair away.
"Boro-boro take it. From the second leafan he flew to Makassar. It's been a week he hasn't been home either, the phone hasn't been picked up again. I want to go there!" ketus answer.
"Oh, so there's this miss story! yes, susulin. Lest she be married again to her mother." Goddess's smile was full of intent.
"Well, that's the problem. I have to reason with what mom is. Mama doesn't like me to hook up with her." Adzka's face is getting better.
"You can! what harm? Auntie have you met?"
"Yet. Not worth. I don't like it like this the most. Mama let me be the same doctor."
"I didn't expect Aunt Fat to be like that, Ka. Try to be known. If you already know Juna, his mindset must have changed. Juna is cool, polite, friendly, mature ...." The goddess remembers her first encounter with Juna. If you do not know Juna is impressed jutek, ketus and also cuek. But if you have known long and close it turns out he is a very cool person.
"If you are an adult, be clear. He'll be old!" adzka's smile.
"But you like it, right? turns out Adzka likes older girls."
"Well! I don't know. The feeling came without being invited. And never leave even if they've been apart for a long time." Adzka looked at the Goddess. Making sure his love is so deep to Juna, and the Goddess who is beside him is only his sister-in-law.
The middle-aged woman approached them.
"Shew, not yet the same greeting Ismi family you know, son. Don't be arrogant, dong. Come on now, we're going home." said Dr. Fatmala.
"Yes, Ma. Adzka was hungry. So, Adzka ate first ... after finishing eating forget, he he." he stood up to meet Ismi's family.
