Trapped in the Love of Brondong

21

Dusk is different. The beautiful girl with a cup of chocolate in her hand still faithfully sat there. The beach that says the name Losari makes it feel at home to linger.

The beauty of the scene he saw this time, at least forgetting a moment of his heartbreak. Not wrong if the beach is called the best sunset spot. Very clearly visible from the bridge where he was sitting at this time, the sun returned his complaint. The beauty of the creator of nature, round and the magnitude of the sun like drowning into the sea.

The Maghrib prayer rumbled, making him unable to ignore it. He finished the chocolate drink immediately, and immediately headed to the floating mosque of Amirul Mukminin which stood firmly on the sea water.

Actually, he's not running from trouble. His arrival back to the island shaped like the letter "K" is to visit the mother. Lebaran moment is the right time for him to ask permission to his father and his mother to visit his parents, after several years never visited.

There is more comfort than anything Juna feels, when he can complain with the person who has given birth to him. Two female parents made her feel grateful at this time.

The 27-year-old girl's cell phone shook. Mukena that he still wears as soon as he opens then he folds neatly, neatly, then left the row of shaff prayers that are still crowded and remain in their position during congregational prayer a moment ago, because the Imam of the mosque is currently leading the prayer.

"Hello, yes Ma." Juna kept away the flat object he had placed in his earlobes. The sound of the mother's cry that was nagging made a smile expand on her thin lips.

"Yes, this mama Juna wants to go home. This way." he said giving confidence to the mother who began to worry that her daughter had not come home already almost this night.

Juna opened his online transportation application to book a taxi after the phone connection had ended. But not until he did, his flat object was seized as fast as lightning.

"Eh, snatch! to ...." not yet finished he said, the flat object was affixed by someone right in the wide eel of Juna.

"Aw, sick tau!" he said both his eyes glared at the perpetrator's face.

"Where's the snapper? some people who had just finished praying approached Juna, because of his shout just now.

"Eh, anu brother .. sorry, I just got my friend! sorry, brother!" Juna cupped his hands to the chest.

Some of the people who approached passed away. "There are young people now! the joking ones are made serious. Seriously made a joke!" muttered one of them who looked older than the others.

"Come, let me drive you home!" the man pulled the bag that Juna had attached to his right shoulder.

"I don't want to ah, I can go home alone!" juna ketus

"It's night. It's not good for girls to walk alone. Will be disturbed by the same group of children futsal you know!" said the man pointed towards the futsal field not far from where they stand today.

"Aren't afraid of me! try to dare to disturb. Banged up, son of this field!"

"Yes, yes, the child of the field do au friend!" the man instead sang a piece of song lyrics from the area of the jutek girl.

"Still Fals aja voice, Bro! how many victims were killed by that voice?" Juna held back his smile, the atmosphere had already begun to melt a little.

Juna's phone shook again. Call from her mother again.

"Yes my dear mother!"

"Already road? where have you been? or you tell your dad to pick ya up!" the voice from across there.

"By, Ma. Eliminate the father pick him up all along with Pak lurah and mr camat also yes, Ma. Neighbors can also participate." Juna said

"Okay, Mama slow. This is the road. Just came the taxi. Yes, yes, Ma. Juna's off the phone." Juna put his handbag in the bag. The man was still near him.

"The offer's still valid, Bro?"

"Five more minutes expired!" he said songong, folding his hands on his chest.

"Oh, I ordered a motorcycle!" tried to take back the phone, but was stopped by the man.

"Basic, you little jutek!"

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The night is so beautiful, with the bright moonlight and the glitter of the stars in the air as if vying to show the light.

Looking very familiar, the two men sitting side by side were only separated by a table as the bulkhead seemed to be busy chatting.

"So, the day after we got home, Om." said Adzka

"Yes, I only allowed three days. But her mother still misses, she said. So yeah .. You know how Juna is! if he told you to go home the day after tomorrow. Hah ... The boy!"

"Why don't you just follow it" he said again

"That's what I thought, Om. But confused if he asked me why I'm nyusulin, Om. No girlfriend, brother no!" adzka's voice was getting lost, as despairing lamenting her unclear status.

"Yes explained dong, Doc! just say you're gonna pick up your heart medicine. Fear if you don't get picked up later your heart stops beating that way!" the middle-aged policeman chirped, he even laughed to himself at his words.

"It turns out o'm good at tombal huh! wah .. must be a lot of this line of ex." Adzka was joking

"Sugly gini twice, Ka. Uh, but don't copy. If only one could be in a lifetime. Because of all that, my son experienced this kind of trauma" Rudi felt very disappointed.

"It's fate, Om. No one wants their home to fail. Huh ... I don't know, Om. The feeling of giving up has started to exist. Plus problems from my own family. Confused me, Om."

"That's life. Many question. We can or cannot do it wisely. Juna's feeling problem, om has good news for you, but om instead of giving false hope, yes. It turned out that a few weeks during the month of Ramadan, my son consulted a psychiatrist. If it's the story of the parents, it looks like he's eager to get up!"

"Thank God, O Allah. May his feelings for me that make him so excited rise up!" spontaneously the word came out of Adzka's lips, after which he felt very ashamed of Rudi. His white face looked red because of it.

"Aamiin's." Rudi. Heartfelt gratitude, if Adzka became the husband of his first daughter.

"Hopefully it works out soon, Doctor! we always pray." said Cindy anyway, when Adzka said goodbye and shook the hand of the woman he called the mother as well.

"Thank you for that, Mother. Sorry inner birth huh, Bun!" Adzka kissed the back of the woman's hand that still looks ayu it.

The same thing he did to Rudi. A warm hug from her, as from her parents to her children.

The beauty of the night with the light of the moon, as bright as the heart of Adzka who returned the spirit to fight.