Trapped in the Love of Brondong

40

The iron bird darted at super speed splitting the vast clouds infinitely. The boing plane was carrying a pair of young people who were thought to be in a relationship by anyone who saw it.

"New bride huh, Mas?" ask the middle aged man next to Marchel. The man caught a glimpse of sleeping Juna leaning right next to Marchel, looking as if he was resting his head on that burly shoulder.

"Hm, why ask like that, sir? do we look compatible." Marchel confirmed his position to sit down, feeling very enthusiastic about having a conversation partner.

"Ah, this mas. Why ask people if they feel fit? just lamar. The hunt is taken by people." You can conclude that the young man next to him is not husband and wife.

"If I really want to, sir. But the drooling ones don't want to." Marchel said slightly whispering.

"The woman wants proof, Nak Mas. Not promises. If in front of the eyes there is already a handsome man like this, plus the ability is already qualified .. no one is reluctant, Mas. Don't wait long." Marchel received the advice, as if the words coming out of his sitting neighbor were true.

"That's it, sir. Later in practice. Pray yes, sir." Marchel showed his fist, hoping for more encouragement from the father.

A few hours later, the plane landed safely at Soekarna Hatta international airport. The woman with the hair still felt that her sleepiness had not disappeared. With great difficulty he poked both of his neutrals.

"Basar princess sleeping! two hours of sleep still less?" Marchel shook Juna's head, which was slumped by his right shoulder.

"What the hell, Doc!" Juna moved his head and landed him again on an iron wall.

"What say? The doctor? doctor chief loe, basic butet. Not moved on either. Just wanted to re-shoot, uh, had refused the circumstances. Your fate is a tragic Chel." murmured Marchel.

"Come, Nak Mas. The spirit! you go first." said the middle-aged father.

"Why is that father, Chel? you want a war with that excuse?" ask Juna who heard the moustached father's words.

"Yes, I want a war against the wrathful Angkara. Reaching love covered in giant walls and snares Arowana hahaha" while ruffling Marchel's waist like a puppet actor.

"Hit Arowana time. Fucking Udin. It's weird!" Juna escapes Marchel from the plane.

"Loh, I was left behind." after Marchel.

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"Thank God everything is good, Om." Adzka's doctor was grateful for the new results. I don't know, maybe not just because Rudi is Juna's parents Adzka feels comfortable with him. But maybe also because he misses the figure of a man who protects and becomes a role model like Rudi, understandably his father has long died.

"Alhamdulullah. There's no need to take any more medicine, right, Doctor." asked Rudi

"No, Om. Take care of the health of light exercise and keep eating. Please eat o'm noticed yes, Mother." Cindy nodded and smiled kindly to Adzka.

"Then we'll go home, Doc. Thank you" said Rudi was about to rise from his seat, but stopped because it seems Adzka wants to talk again

"Mm-m, Om .. did you know Juna came here?" Adzka was a little cautious about asking this.

"Did you guys meet last night?"

"Yes, Om. But I didn't recognize him because he was wearing a mask. Did he stop by, Om. How's things? is he okay. When is the plan to get him back here. He won't stay there forever right, Om." this time the age does show his power, clearly the childish nature of Adzka appears by itself. Can't wait to find out the news of the only girl who filled his heart.

"Which one I want to answer, Doctor." Rudi laughs with Cindy anyway, but Tomy does not dare to come along. He simply held back a smile and busied himself looking at the next patient's data.

"Don't ask questions outside of your job, son. It's a hospital. Come home if you have time. For sure Juna is fine and seems to be happy. You should be happy too, Doctor. Do not torment your heart by waiting for the uncertain. Which is in front of your eyes and it's best according to your parents, don't waste it. Excuse me, Assalamu'alaikum." said Rudi long, patting Adzka's shoulder who was silently grinning forcing a smile to still decorate his handsome face.

"Tomy, call the next patient" said Rudi then followed by a ready position with hands like a flag salute.

"Ready, sir." said Tomy spontaneously.

For almost an hour the girl focused on her flat object. Boredom had already engulfed his soul which was actually challenged to remain silent in a place that lingered as it was today. But the desire to just go around looking for the fruit of his hand was undone, given his need to save money.

Waiting in the room was indeed his own wish, handing over all his transit affairs to the man who flew with him.

The footsteps of a pair of legs sounded closer. Juna stared at the brown sneakers in front of him. Juna stared from the bottom up, looking at the owner of the foot.

Smile on the face of the person makes Juna seem bewitched to come smile. Both of my hands were carrying different colors of pepper bag.

"A lot of it, Din. Do you want to sell cookies at the pharmacy?"

"Have a son, yes. This one's got mom, this one's for aunt. This one's for me." Marchel shows two boxes containing taro cakes bearing the names of characters in fairy tales.

"If you don't buy this, it feels incomplete" Marchel exclaimed, taking a small plastic box containing a layer of taro that has been cut. He devoured it like a child enjoying cotton sugar. The world feels like private property.

"Ditawarin cake, someone drooled this." Juna.

"Oh would? kirain doesn't like it." Marchel thrust out the small box.

"Other times take whatever you want, I don't have to offer it first. Like anyone." cried Marchel

"Ready boss!" Said Juna who was enjoying the cake as well.

"Good cocks?" Juna took back a piece of cake

"This is taro base?"

"The word that sells is yes. Look at the color."

"If the color, purple yam is also the color gini when made cake." debate Juna

"Cakes? I can make aja loe."

"Eh, could ya. Don't underestimate you. I'm multitalented."

"really? then can you cook?"

"could. You ate my own food this morning."

"Can you take care of the house?"

"Begh .. That's especially so. I'm used to little housekeeping, from beberes, gardening and so on, I'm the master." Juna patted her proud chest.

"Well great, then can you please me?" marchel's face turned serious

"Ha! ow-i-tu depends. If you're happy to eat with me like I am now this means I can dong." Juna's face looks a little reddened

"Do you want to marry me?" the words spontaneously came out of Marchel's mouth.

"of course. Later if there are no more men in this world." said Juna took a small box containing taro layers that only one piece left.

"Basic greedy. I still want to. For two yes." seduce Marchel.