Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The dimness of the street lights did not make the girl feel afraid to cross the streets that seemed quiet because the night was getting late.

Almost two weeks the girl had a monthly guest, it seemed like the guest was very comfortable to linger there. One week over two or three days is still normal but not if more.

His phone rang, who else called if not his Papa. The girl let the phone ring, she had no desire to pick it up. He chose to sit himself under a street lamp not far from where he stands today. There was no pedestal to be his seat, he just cleaned the cement sidewalk with his hands only.

Several times the phone rang, but Juna ignored it anyway. From a distance the car lights make the girl's netra glare.

"You were in my practice, right? what's there?" greeting the beakbaya woman lowered her car glass.

"Eh, doc. Yes, that was me. No doctor, I just want to be alone" said the girl embarrassed.

"Come aboard! let the mother deliver." said the woman who called Juna with the word Doctor. Juna hesitated to refuse, he rushed into the car.

"Sorry troublesome, Doc." said Juna, the beakbaya woman smiled kindly.

"Where's your house? call me mother." she said kindly.

"At Garuda housing complex, Mom."

"Oh, you live there. I know that place. I used to live there, but not for long."

"Really, Mom. Maybe you know my parents."

"Well, it could be. You still live with your parents?" the conversation had almost no pause. The two exchanged stories.

"Yes, Mom. I'm still hitching a ride. Buying your own house is not enough money. Understand, Mom. The salary of a hospital employee like me is only enough to buy crackers and a piece of diamond. If the doctor is good, two months of salary can buy a luxury house." Juna grinned.

"Haha, you're all there. It turns out that you are a funny person, but unfortunately it can be stressful as well" said the woman.

"What makes you think a lot, son. If you want to tell a story, just tell me the same mother. Even if you can't help, at least your burden will decrease."

"Hm, it's normal, Mom. The fate of the old maid. I want to be betrothed by my Papa." Juna's face changed. Her sweet smile seemed to disappear somewhere.

"Previous virgin cowl. How old are you? if you look at you like a 20-year-old girl." I was trying to cheer her up, but it was true what she said. The girl next to him looked very young.

"Mom could have been. 25 years ago, Mom."

"Oh yeah? but you do look young, son. Let's tell mom what the recipe is, I want to stay young."

"Mother also looks very young, even I should have just called sister." reply Juna anyway, they also laughed together.

"Here you go, Mom. From the security post, my house is not far away. Thank you for listening to my story, Mom. Sorry to bother." Juna opened his seatbelt.

"Together, darling. I'm glad I had a friend to talk to too. Get well quickly, do not forget the medicine is spent. And don't mind much. Get rid of the guests who don't want to go home!" the young woman was joking. Juna waved his hand, staring at the car driven by the doctor until it disappeared from his sight. He also continued his journey.

Juna greeted the officer who was guarding the post. Then walked lazily towards his house. If only he had the courage to run away, he would have. But her anger towards her parents was defeated with greater affection. With lazy opening the fence minimalist house that. Decitan sound of the fence lock that is open must have been heard by the owner of the house.

The door of the house opened, the man who was no longer young was already standing waiting with a myriad of questions in his mind.

"Why don't you pick up the phone, Papa?"

"Juna didn't listen!" trying through Rudi who stood right in the middle of the door that was half open.

"It's been a week. Do you have the answer?"

"Juna won't, Pa. Papa benget anyway. Why should it be the same Dadang?"

"Hiks .. hiks, why should there be a wedding! I hate weddings!" The girl ran away from Rudi, Cindy looked at the two of them with a questionable look. I continued Juna was indeed in the kitchen earlier.

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"Why him?" fatmala muttered his car.

After she finished cleaning herself, Fatmala knocked on the door of the child's room. A few minutes later there was no reply from the owner of the room.

"Mommy's son why? gala?" tanya Fatmala, Adzka was sitting languidly on the floor just below the samsak that had been bertubi receiving his blow.

"Who is upset. Adzka just hasn't been a sport for a long time, Ma. So it feels tired!" he said he was sweating with a towel.

"Hm .. trust me! Ka, tomorrow mama's meeting to mama's friend's party."

"Who,Ma?"

"Doctor's Ghost Day."

"God, forgot! Good thing mom reminded me!" Adzka patted his eel.

"Mom remember what?"

"Yes that was. Doctor Hari is a doctor at the hospital where Adzka works as well."

"Oh yeah, Mama forgot."

"Hm ... U factor!" adzka's smile expands.

"Sih, ngatain mama factor U. He forgot first. Tomorrow with mom." Fatmala left Adzka who was about to enter the bathroom.

The handsome man cleansed his body. As he brushed his teeth he stared at his face on the glass in the sink.

"Surely he wouldn't want me to invite together! let me go with mama." her mind.

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The face that has begun to show some wrinkles and hair that began to change color, looks very bright when down the stairs.

"What does this have to do with the old pharmacist being in trouble? lah nice. Tomorrow I will introduce him to my friend's son." The smile never ceases to be painted on his face.

Because the number of patients made him forget about dinner. Yes, Fatmala has not had dinner, but the time has shown 22:40

Focus on taking care of your own health. Why take care of the health of others if after all, yourself forgotten. You must be healthy and long-lived. A lot of people need you. Those words always ring in his ears. Those were the last words from her husband before he fell into a coma for several months and took his last breath.

The smile re-expelled remembering her.

"Yes, Mas. Pardon me! This is gonna eat this. Tomorrow do not forget to eat again." he said himself.

You will live in my heart, you will never be far from me. Although our bodies can no longer meet. But this love and longing is only for you.

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Forgive if there is a typho scattered yes friends. Happy reading. 🥰🥰**