Trapped in the Love of Brondong

38

*Don't come again love

How could I forget

Though you know how it is

You're not for me

Don't miss the love anymore

I don't want anyone to get hurt

Happy for him I'm fine

Let me pretend to forget*

(Mahen, Pica Iskandar)

The verse from the song that melodious through the radio in the car that was driving was satirizing a girl who was in there. Yes, pretending maybe for now is the best way, or maybe it's time to "Forget over".

"It's so bad for your music taste." muttered Juna glanced at the man next to him who enjoyed verse by verse the song that was trending these past few days. Actually the song is good, the voice of the singer especially, it's just the mood of the skinny girl who is not good.

"Why? the song looks so whiny, you must be thinking that, right?" the man said, his eyes catching Juna glancing at him.

"Kok know?"

"Well, what do I not know! even your flight schedule I know. Crazy jerk. You think your body's a robot? take the first flight and return home on the last flight. If you get sick how huh! aren't you thinking about your health?" the man opened his mask.

"Hm .. I guessed. Definitely you. You're following me!" Juna was not surprised at all, he was wondering who the man next to him was. But after seeing the watch attached to the man's left hand he confirmed it was Marchel.

"Aren't you surprised?" Marchel is still going, his emotional overflow is still not gone.

"I've changed my style of dress. I don't wear perfume either."

"But you forgot to leave your favorite watch!" Juna said he was proud to recognize his friend.

"Well! I forgot about this." Marchel patted his head.

"Hm, understand that I am so loyal. I love this clock." Marchel uncovers his sleeve, The Va**cheron Chonstantin branded clock is attached to his stocky arm. The clock, which is said to be Napoleon Bonaparte's favorite brand, is a birthday gift from his brother when he was a teenager. The traditional shape and style of the clock is so he takes care of and loves it well, so that not one day he forgets to wear it.

"How did you know I was here, Udin?"

"Everything, don't just leave your laptop open if you leave it. But you should thank me, because I you survived your secret."

"It's a good thing there's Chef Hanakawa." Marchel laughed at what she had done.

"I was so good at reading the situation, I just happened to meet Chef and borrow his clothes, and luckily I also saw the contents of the food at the buffet table." Marchel with her songong prides herself.

"Yes, Otetsudae arigato! (Thank you for the help)" Juna bowed. Marchel smiled at the girl.

The Flashback

Lunch time arrived, but the girl was still struggling in front of her laptop. As if not remembering the time, even Adzan Zuhur was finished half an hour ago.

"Heh, Butet. Where's hapemu?" ask the handsome man in black glasses. The young man entered the room that said, IT IS FORBIDDEN TO ENTER FOR THOSE WHO ARE NOT INTERESTED.

"What the hell, Udin. I am busy again. Hape tuh dimeja. Why?" the girl replied, she stayed focused on the laptop screen.

"Auntie called. Hape loe is off?"

"Active really. Why did you call to hape loe?" Juna went lazily to the table where his flat object was residing.

"There's nothing.a. ..hehe, the hape is dead!" that face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Yes, Auntie." Marchel gave her a hape, and Juna took it and left the room.

"Yes, Ma. Hape Yuyun. Why, Ma." said Juna who was still heard from outside. While Marchel, his curiosity thrashed. He rushed to look at the laptop that was still on.

A few minutes later, Juna returned to the room. Marchel seemed to be sleeping on the sofa while throwing a spoon. Eyes closed.

"Sleep, Chel?" Juna shook Marchel's shoulders slowly

"Hm" that's only Marchel's answer.

"Chel, eat yok. Laper's on." Juna held his stomach which read, the worms in his stomach had asked for their rations.

"Marchel! come dong. Deal with me yok." said the girl spoiled.

"Loe is praying?" marchel's eyes were still closed.

"I'm again 'M'."

"M'S? Males!" Marchel blinked her eyes.

"Hoooh." Juna grinned

"Sheal first. I'm sleeping in 15 minutes. That was his dream again." Marchel gave her another call, crossed her legs and sharpened her eyes.

Juna also went into the prayer room that is not so wide in the room, before he turned off his laptop first. The girl prayed often at the end of time.

Flashback Off

"Didn't you want to see Papa?" ask Marchel then.

"Papa?" Juna almost forgot that he was in the field at the moment.

"What's my plane ticket? Dear dong, Chel."

"That's look. Prefer tickets or Papa?"

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The black car drove at a speed entering the streets of the housing complex, not forgetting to greet the security on duty that night.

The couple, who are no longer young, had just returned home to attend the wedding of one of their fellow state servants.

Slowly his car entered the yard of the house, Rudi was surprised, the fence of his house was completely open. Looks like a strange car for him has been parked there.

A girl and a young man were looking at them from the porch of the house. The young man in black glasses opened his glasses and approached Rudi who had just come out of his car.

"Om." said Marchel, kissing the back of Rudi's hand

"You guys have been a long time?" ask Rudi kindly.

Marchel had not yet answered Rudi's question, Juna who was still cleaning his favorite aglonema approached Rudi with a run. His thin body hit Rudi, a hug longs to land on the body that looked a little more contained it.

"Papa, Juna kangen." said the spoiled Juna.

"Home home is also my daughter." said Rudi sad. Poor, yes ... Rudi did feel very sorry for the incident that befell his son.

"Why is dad crying?" Juna looked at the tears that had been stirred in his papa's dinetra.

"It's okay. Papa was just afraid of not seeing you again." said Rudi hugged Juna tightly back.

"Papa said what the hell. Juna here." Junapun tightened his embrace.

"Yes, this is the fate if they have met. We become meaningless dust to them. Come on handsome, let's go inside." Cindy said, bringing Marchel into their house.

"Hehe, Mother." Juna chased after Cindy who had already opened the door. Cindy's hand was targeted by Juna to wrestle spoiled there.

"Come, let's go in. Rest up. The long journey must have been exhausting." Rudi invited Marchel into the house.