Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The yellow-plated car pulled over under a shady tree neatly lined up across the shophouse. Two men of different sexes came out of it, carrying a large suitcase, a burly man dragging the suitcase while a petite beautiful woman walked past him.

As if impatient towards his destination, the hijab girl immediately entered the two-door shophouse that read Maria's pharmacy. Breaking through the queue, giving one piece of paper to the shopkeeper on duty.

"Antri dong, sister." said one customer, but the hijab girl as if not heard.

"Hurry up, brother" said the girl. The shopkeeper brought a piece of paper that was like a doctor's prescription to the back. The paper sheet was taken by Juna through a gap that was deliberately made like a ticket collection place.

"What's this? love letters, Neng? There is no doctor's name. Where the original writing can not be read as well. Lots of writing, but all I can read is antalgin doang." Juna read more carefully the paper in his hand.

"Yes, don't know, brother. Tu chicks ngasinya so. Pake nyerobot queue instead." said Neneng.

"Yes, I'm ahead first. Ask him what doctor he is taking. How can I not sign who's doctor's writing." Juna closed the door of his room and went to see the girl who prescribed the doctor.

"Excuse me brother, which prescription is this from the doctor? original not to read, brother. The name of the doctor is not listed here either. Please tell me what the name of the doctor is, let me call" said Juna who again looked at the paper he still holds, without seeing the hijab woman in front of him.

"Oh, it's from Dewi's doctor, Mba. That beautiful dentist." said the hijab girl. Juna was flabbergasted, focusing his gaze on the source of the voice. The name of the doctor Dewi made him remember his friend in his hometown.

"God! Goddesses. Is this really loe? ish .. don't believe me. Loe what? escape from loe's men. Jeez ..." said Juna in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me. O Allah, you curse me, far away O Allah. Why did I run away from Zuan. Deliberately come here, we miss" said Dewi cengengesan.

"Out yuk. Chat first." invite the Goddess anyway

"Well, I'm working. Wait a minute, I'll let the boss." Juna took his phone in his pocket.

"Hello, Boss. It's still a long time to get here?"

"No, this is just a car markirin. Napa kangen?" marchel's voice from across there.

"Yes, bangeeet! spit here yes." said Juna anyway

A pair of shoes clashed on the street floor, passing by a strapping man who looked at him like he was going to collect a debt.

"Who the hell? sok was dragged into his face. Just expelled huh, pack a suitcase all." Marchel's mind looked at the man she had just passed. He rushed into his pharmacy through the queue.

"Where was missing earlier" he said as soon as entering the room of the medicine compounder.

"I sir!" Juna held out his hands like a schoolboy.

"Where let me hug." Marchel spread her arms. Juna greeted him by clenching a fist that almost hit Marchel's stomach.

"What the hell, he said kangen." Marchel.

"Yes, I miss it. I want permission. My friend from Medan came. You guard the cage. Hehe" Juna gave his best smile.

"Who's coming? your brondong?" seka Marchel

"Enak. No, why would he come here. That's the loh, the newlyweds coming. I want to take them around Makassar."

"Do you know Makassar? it's just Losari doang beach."

"Ih, really ngeremehin."

"How many pulls?" Juna brushed off Marchel's hand. Welcomed the special grin of that handsome man

"Free." whispered anyway

"Yes, it's okay." Juna walked ahead to meet the Goddess who was waiting and walked away from the pharmacy.

The man who was still holding the suitcase was walking to Juna who also wanted to approach. With his firm hands, the man clasped Juna's head.

"Basic naughty girl. Why don't you let me know if you want to come. I want a picture of this poor girl, too." Juna just stroked his aching head. The relationship between Juna and Zuan is like a sister, although sometimes it is like tom and Jerry. Several years of being Juna's non-paying bodyguard made them familiar.

"Currently, who is the same photo of a fat belly bride" Juna shuddered as if disgusted. Zuan again landed his hand on Juna's head, but this time just stroked the girl's head.

"Sorry, Jun." That's all Zuan said. Eyes glazed. The man could not imagine how hurt the girl who was nearby at this time because of the words of her mother.

"Don't start. There's no sadness let's walk!"

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The atmosphere that afternoon seemed to welcome the arrival of the newlyweds on their honeymoon. The slightly cloudy sky with a breeze made them not undo the intention to explore the place. After the completion of the Amirul Mukminin mosque prayer, the four of them decided to have lunch.

Not to forget their meal this time was also sponsored by Marchel.

"So it's not good, in the treaty continues" said Zuan who was in the seat beside the steering wheel.

"Look out, Bro. Think of it as a gift from me." said Marchel.

Both look familiar. Maybe all men are like that. It's not hard to get along with each other, unlike women.

Marchel and Zuan exchanged stories, ranging from work to their hobbies peeled off completely. While the two women who were in the back seat became generous listeners only. Sometimes they go along in the stories of the two men.

"Eh, we're like double dates" said Dewi

"Yes, let's just say it, Dew. If I really wanted to. But the one next to you is definitely not. I am what. Just a handsome man." Marchel Shingle. Juna just laughed, shaking his head.

"Why not, Jun?" ask Zuan

"It won't be" said Juna shrugging his shoulders.

"Not moved on yet, Bro. Usual ...." Marchel glanced at Zuan who looked gloating.

"What the hell." said Juna slowly, Dewi can still hear it.

"Greetings from Adzka. He's apologizing. And his prayers may Arjunanya be happy." said Dewi whispered to Juna.

The cheerful girl's face instantly became gloomy. His gaze threw him out, staring around to hide his tears that had already begun to pool.

No one knew about it, other than the man driving the car. The face of the girl who turned sad was caught from her rearview mirror.

"You can hide it from them. But not from me." murmured Marchel inwardly. His passion to make the girl happy is growing. It was like a nation warrior so fiery.

"I promise, if you're not happy I won't be happy." she said in her heart.