Trapped in the Love of Brondong
35
"Why is it too late? bad luck again you? What kind of a girl is waking up in the afternoon." Marchel shuddered as if disgusted at the bad habits of the woman sitting next to him. They were in the car to the orphanage carrying hundreds of rice boxes inside, while Maria was already there.
"Have a go, ask the cake first, why it's too late, Dek. The vigilante. Who woke up? I even woke up an hour before dawn." Juna poked her lips.
"Don't tease me! Please yes, those lips are conditioned. This handsome guy next to you hasn't been on the hook for a long time." grinned Marchel with a seductive look.
"Ih, what the hell loe. Basic pervert. Buruan mating loe, married. Let the eyes awake." said Juna annoyed, the typical clasp of mangrove crabs that he realized with the right hand that was used as a claw, perfectly pouncing on the victim, namely the left side of Marchel's stomach.
"Sick, sick! ouch .. O Allah. Cruel!" marchel screamed in pain and focused on driving.
"A sick turn, remember God!" namel Juna took off her pinches.
"Hahaha .. I'm sorry I am, Allah. Khilaf servant."
Juna who heard it so smiled to himself, so comfortable it felt close to Marchel, he always made her laugh. Sometimes they are like cats and dogs. That comfortable feeling was even more than it used to be when they were still bound by love.
"That's why I was a long time ago because of the Goddess of the telephone. The wedding is three days away. He asked me to come, until I wanted to pay for my plane ticket. But I still refuse. Yesterday had time to cambek the child, uh .. this morning call again. I became kasian. But, yes how else." Juna's look turned serious, as well as Marchel who looks mangosteen. Dewi .. of course he no longer need to ask Juna who the girl he meant, because for three months, no one had escaped told Juna to him. Everything in his life after returning from Makassar a few years ago is no exception Adzka is in every speech. Status as a brother and sister who met big, making Juna not lack of friends even if only one person is Marchel.
The long journey is not felt, the fun of the conversation makes them forget that they have reached the destination. Marchel parked her car so close to the entrance of the Orphanage of Love, Maria and the mother caregiver of the place had stood up to welcome their arrival. The neighborhood of the parlour not far from the mosque made the sound of the chanting of the holy verse sound so loud in hearing. Marchel rushed down the rice box and some paper bags, bringing them inside. After that he left Juna and his mother to perform Friday prayers.
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Two lovebirds who are being haunted are eager to share news through phone calls, the pingitan period is so torturous for them, not only can not meet. Even for just Video Call, they are not allowed.
The goddess complained, whining with her promise to tell her sorrow if the witnesses of their love struggle could not be present to see their love journey that will be inaugurated in three days.
"If he says it like that, what can we do, Deck. It's a shame to know how hard Juna is. If he says he can't, until the year when he can't." Not only one day did Zuan get to know Juna, from the moment he picked up Juna's return back then, their relationship was also familiar. Although initially as a non-paying personal bodyguard. Haha
"But, Bang. There seems to be less. There is no Juna. Uh, but it looks like my heart says he's coming. I hope so, Bang."
"Yes, I hope. Just pray for the best for him. Brother also understood his decision, it must have been very painful to get treatment like my mother did to him. Wounds from the tongue hurt more, than wounds from sharp weapons." Zuan also cursed what his mother did. I don't know what demon possessed her mother's mind at that time, so she had to say something inappropriate.
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The white car stopped at a specialist gynecology clinic, a building that was not so big, but comfortable and of course a lot of patient visits there. Doctor Fatmala chose to resign from the hospital where she worked first, and chose to open her own practice in the Gift Clinic of her late husband. The artistry and ability that qualified make pregnant women and those with problems with other contents choose him as a doctor who checks.
"Let's go in first. Nia WhatsApp Mama said Beautiful had arrived. Not coming in." Fatmala pulled on Adzka's arm which looked lazy.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Fatmala entering the room.
"It's lo, the lovely aunt that aunt told me about yesterday." Fatmala introduced Adzka who stared flat at the beautiful looking sumringah. Beautifully stretched out her hand, Adzka coldly welcomed her.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. doctor." said Beautiful with a look of hope. Sure enough, he felt in love at first sight.
"It's so cold for people. Hm .. challenging to conquer. Where is the handsome again. Uwu!!" Beautiful said in his heart, his heart seemed to rush to withstand the turmoil of romance at first sight.
"Beautiful from where? like that pinocchio, long very long nose, Mba. Mba's a liar, yeah." Adzka murmured in his heart.
With a long-sleeved shirt and hair that was left uncluttered, Beautiful appearance looked graceful without the glamorous and exaggerated impression considering she was a businessman. He looks like a normal person. But his charm was so radiated, his eyes were sharp, his feathers were flattened, his beautiful body like a model, but all that did not make Adzka interested in the slightest.
"If so, Adzka departs, Ma" Adzka ignores Beautiful, he does not like the way the girl looks. He was too brave and shameless to look at men like he did not blink, Adzka murmured.
"Well, hurry up. The stories used to be dong." said the Mama
"Other times, Ma. Afraid of getting stuck. Assalamu'alaikum." Adzka left Fatmala, Indah and Nia.
"Yok, Nia's a work spirit!" Adzka patted the shoulder of Nia who was busy just now.
"Come, Mba." Adzka told Indah. The woman seemed disappointed by Adzka's call, and the man was even more friendly to his cousin than he was to meet her.
Adzka walked to his car, the clinic corridor had begun to be filled with mothers who were distended, not infrequently each of them sat side by side with the husband. There are those who continue to stroke his wife's stomach, some are shaking his shoulders sore due to the burden of his wife's head. The eyes of the women become focused on the beautiful scenery that passes, surely more than one of the pregnant women pray that the baby is as handsome as the doctor with glasses.
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I'm sorry if there's a typo ya manteman. Without preview hehhe. Happy reading 🥰🙏
