Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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A pair of hands without scabbards played with a blackened mound of earth like charcoal. Some pas that still do not contain immediately neatly arranged with a variety of aglonema in it. With hair that is pulled ala harajuku, make it free to do the hobby. Butterflies and honey beetles flew here and there, as if cheerful as many new plants in the garden that almost duped filled with roses and some orchids.

Two pairs of eyes were watching from a distance, with hands crossed in front of the beakbaya woman smiling with satisfaction.

"Why not from yesterday - let's get that idea, Chel. He's been here for three days now, and I just saw him come back like Juna you knew before" Maria didn't look away.

"It turns out you still really understand what Juna likes. If only you hadn't betrayed her then, maybe you'd have grandchildren by now."

"Oh, do you want a grandchild? yes, Marchel invited Juna to make it." Marchel moved from her seat.

"Ck, all scammed! basic!" Maria clucked. Marchel was just a whimper.

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"How is he doing, Doctor? is it dangerous for his health over a long period of time?" lia said on the phone.

"For now, that's the right move, Auntie. Does Juna know that, Tan?" the voice from across there.

"Not yet, even the aunt hasn't seen him when the auntie's back here. Haha, he might feel comfortable with his mother Marchel" said it out very smoothly, without thinking about the feelings of his interlocutor.

"Yes, Aunt. Marchel's mother and Marchelnya." a smile engraved painting deep wounds, sincere is the most powerful medicine to treat wounds that seem to be doused with salt water.

"Please give it your best, son. Aunt trusts you." breaks up Lia after condemning her stupidity that so smoothly spoke like that.

The call ended, Adzka saved his phone and put it back on his desk. The downfall of his athletic body to a chair that looks soft is the same as the reality is not just visible. His temples are slowly incised.

"If you don't go where the doctor is!" Excited Tomy who knows about the problems that his boss is thinking about.

"Tau ah, dizzy me. If only the feeling could be out like surgery, I had this surgery." Oceh Adzka wearing his suit back that was draped in the chair.

"There aren't any more patients, are there, Tom?"

"Ease, Doc!"

"Okay, I went to Mr. Rudi's room first" to meet the middle-aged man might make him a little calm, because it feels as fate as bear the longing is very heavy, it seems like Dilan said at the time was right, hehe.

Adzka walked down the hospital corridor to the VVIP room, where Rudi was treated. Cindy's face looked so tired, as comfortable as living in a hospital VVIP room, definitely more comfortable living in her own home.

"Mother going home?" asked Adzka after saying hello and entered the room.

"Actually yes, but from earlier om you sleep. Afraid that he'll wake up." Cindy looked at the face of her husband who was sound asleep from half an hour ago.

"Yes, Mother just go home. Let Adzka here. I'm done anyway."

"If you wake up later, I can explain, Bun. Adzka order a taxi yes, Mother" he added again.

"Thank you, Son. Mother doesn't know what else to say. Just try if there's no you ..." Cindy's eyes start to fill with clear fluid.

"There is still God, Mother." Adzka stroked the shoulder of the woman he had thought of as his own mother.

Silence filled the room that was ivory white, the sound of the clockwork Cindy accidentally put on the nightstand was deliberately brought from home, sounded so clear.

"Grand .. uhuk." Rudi suddenly coughed and woke up from his sleep. Adzka gave me a glass of warm water.

"Drink first, Om." he said, Rudi received one glass of water with a flat smile.

"Where's your bundle?"

"Please come home a minute, Om. Take a change of clothes and some other necessities." he replied, Rudi just Oh only.

"Why are you here, doctor? is the ring installation schedule accelerated?"

"No, Om. Adzka just wants to look at it. There's no more patients, so half an hour ago Adzka just came here."

"Sorry to trouble you." Rudi was uncomfortable.

"This om. Just like who. Nothing to bother, Om."

"Who, doc?"

"Juna" Adzka gave the phone away, then stepped away from Rudi's cage.

Rudi stared at the screen of his phone, the feeling of longing and guilt was mixed into one. No waiting for him to roll the green icon to the right. His little girl's voice sounded so real as if she was with him now.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Papa. Juna longed" the voice trembled like it was holding back a cry

"Wa'alaikumsalam, darling. How you doing?" Rudi felt the same.

"Thank God, Pa. Papa's healthy? is Papa in office now? Juna also misses mother, later if father has returned home from work Juna phone again deh." ocehnya, this hour usually Rudi is still working.

"Yes, Papa hasn't come home yet. Later when it's at home papa phone deh." Rudi lied. Currently his favorite daughter is calming down, it feels selfish if he tells you that he is not okay at this time.

"Have you eaten? Pa sister flowers please splash yes, Pa. The flower will wither. Juna was here, Pa. I still miss my mom."

"Papa, don't you miss big brother? why was only Juna talking. Papa just answers, hm."

"How you want to talk, you keep talking."

"Hehehe, his name also misses. hiks .. hiks" Juna sobbed, strange indeed not only this time he was far from the Papa, but also from the Papa, but somehow the distance between Medan-Makassar this time seems to be Medan-Papua only.

"Why are you questioning? if you miss going home. Repot. Don't cry ah, Papa doesn't like to hear it."

"Yes, Pa. Juna is not crying. Just a snot of snort."

"Hm ..."

"Papa, can Juna go out of the country for a few days?" Juna was a little hesitant, although this was a second trip for him but felt the blessing of his father was necessary at this time.

"Where are you going, who?"

"To Japan. Same Mama Maria." Juna's voice intonation slowed down and slowly. There is a fear of saying it.

"Sama Marchel too?" Rudi interrogates

"Yes, maybe. Juna doesn't know that well. Could it not. Mama said tomorrow mama there needs to be there so Juna invited deh. Yes, Pa."

"Hm"

"Papa" this time with a whimper, maybe if you meet Juna must have been spoiled in Rudi's arms.

"Papa trust you all. If you're happy go. You wanted your mom to come, but maybe that busy lawyer has time!" Rudi breathed out violently.

"If papa doesn't know anything, Pa. Juna told Maria's mom right now." Juna was about to get up from his seat following Maria who had entered the house a few minutes ago.

"Don't! go, Son. You're an adult eh .. You're old. Papa believes you can take care of yourself."

"Issh .. Who's old? Juna is still a young gini. Yes, makasi papa. Papa is healthy there. Juna can't go home any time soon. There is no cost, later Juna will find work again hihi. Bye papa's." Juna hung up the phone call with his signature laugh.

The conversation gave a separate booster to Rudi. His spirit seemed to return, like the current batrai the contents were full.

Anger and hate anything, the bond between parents and children will not be lost. The attachment that is established long before the child is present in the world seems to be the caromah of the powerful. Forgiveness is the best thing that parents have without limits, while the word "sorry" must be owned by children also without limits.

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Happy reading yes, sorry keun if the update of his work is not every day, the author's poster is still sought after hehe, the battery has soak anyway. Haduuh, try your comments like and vote once aja directly full nih batrai ane 😂 mode.

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