Trapped in the Love of Brondong
45
Juna Pov's
Maybe it's time to make them happy. I won't suffer either. If Marchel was truly sincere with me, I would be able to love her again. Yeah, back to loving her. My love that once grew and blossomed to him has indeed withered and buried in time. For years, that feeling has gone. But like soil without plants, although arid untreated if given seeds and planted, the plant will gradually grow because it was once fertilized and watered.
For the eight months I have been here, the good for good that Mama and Marchel have done is becoming. Mama really spoils me like her own child, even more than her children. While Marchel, although we often fight, but he can always make me smile. He became a good brother and friend to me.
This past month, I've decided to open my new page with Marchel. After asking Papa for permission and the positive response I got from my parents with their respective partners, I decided to accept Marchel.
I will answer yes, I am willing to marry you later when she returns to Indonesia. Marchel and Mama Maria are going to Japan. Take care of your mom's business and also for treatment. That's what Marchel said the last time we met. Mama is in poor condition, Cysts in her womb should be removed immediately. And Mama decided to go to the sunrise country.
They've been there for almost two weeks. I felt something was missing in my life. I don't know because I'm used to being with Marchel and mom. Or indeed I have felt the things wanted by all my family including the man who claimed to be handsome.
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The man was handsome but had shown wrinkles in some parts of the skin his face seemed to massage the temple with fingers. Like thinking of something, as if there was a heavy burden on his heart.
"I'm happy that Juna finally decided this. But why do I feel bad about Adzka. I feel sorry for that boy. If I cover this up, it will even make him more hurt if he hears it from others. Ah .. Let it be, I will tell it later." Rudi's mind
The clock shows at 12:20 Adzan Zuhur reverberating. Several men in the same uniform as the one worn by Rudi walked towards the origin of the melodious voice. While Rudi was getting ready to take the prayer mat he put in a small closet in his room.
He stopped his steps, steadying the intention of taking his flat object that he had just placed into the drawer.
"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, Doc. Can we meet for lunch at 1 this afternoon?" heed
"Wa'alaikumsalam, Can Om, with pleasure." replied the man from across there. Rudi decides where they meet before ending the call.
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This afternoon the beautiful girl with the middle-aged woman seemed happy to have lunch together. It was very clear the familiarity between the two of them. Although eating in the workroom, but to the special dish wedding brought by the girl gives a sense of pride for Fatmala middle-aged woman.
"Here are you cooking? so pinter, anyway. Really dream ghost." said Fatmala praising the girl who was with him.
"I love to cook, Auntie. It's common to live alone too." said Beautiful smiling confidently.
The door of Fatmala's doctor's room opened, and her assistant Nia entered the room. The girl looked surprised to see her cousin there.
"Eh, I'm sorry doctor. The doctor has eaten, this is his order how?" said Nia. He had just returned home from buying Fatmala's oxtail soup from a subscription stall closest to the clinic. Indeed, Nia had just finished praying Zuhur so she did not meet Indah when the girl entered the doctor's room.
"Yok, here to eat together, Brother" said Indah gave her sweetest smile.
"Thank you, in Enakin. I had ordered food earlier, just waiting to come." said Nia, his views were very unfriendly to Indah, only he could hide it from Doctor Fatmala.
"Yes, then. The soup order I give to bi Sumi only." said Fatmala, bi Sumi is the cleaning service of the clinic.
"Yes, Doc. Then excuse me." said Nia. The two girls meet. Beautiful still showed off her sweet smile, while Nia was like cursing in the heart.
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Grilled fish with vegetables and sambal served on the table, the two men of different ages were eating very greedy. There is no talk above them. Both are so enjoying the dish from the legendary restaurant that is famous for its andalim seasoned grilled fish.
After all the dishes had gone into the stomach, then they began a conversation that began to look serious.
Adzka could have guessed it, because if it would tell Rudi's health problems, the man would have come to the hospital instead of asking him to meet outside like this.
"Adzka, maybe this news will make you sad. You know, until now you are still trying to get the blessing of your mother to approve your relationship with your son. Om believes you really seriously want Juna to be your life partner. But, Om I'm sorry. Last night Juna called me. He decided to be with Marchel. She'll receive Marchel's proposal when Marchel and Mama come home from Japan." Rudi tried to talk as smooth as possible.
"Oh, Marchel and Juna are in Japan again, Om?" ask Adzka
"Oh" Adzka just mentioned that. There's nothing more he can say. Forced to smile even though his heart seemed to be broken into pieces. This is the end of his story that was guarded from the time he was a teenager.
"I'm sorry, Im. Can't do much." Rudi caught the sad face of the glasses man.
Loving you ....
My whole life, forever
Faithfully waiting
Only one that can't come back
Only one that never happened
Everything means so much to my heart
Forever
Loving you
My entire life
Forever
You're still mine
(Love you KD)
About the taste can not be forced, as well as the taste of music, Adzka who is still twenty is so fond of the works of Indonesian pop Diva. Probably because almost all of his songs represent his feelings. But this time it's different. The song of love you that is memorized from his age is still a dozen, now feels useless anymore.
Maybe after this his musical taste will change too.
Forever, you'll be mine.
It was only for a few more days, after Marchel set foot back in his homeland, all the selfishness to keep fighting for the young lady had to be buried deep.
"Do not a man slay a woman whom his brother has slaughtered, unless the brother has abandoned her or given her permission.” (CHR. Bukhari).
Adzka increased the pace of his vehicle, pulling over in an empty building. The building looks long abandoned visible from the many tall vines and grass.
With overflowing emotions, Adzka screamed loudly. Through a thunderous voice seemed tears that were caving the river.
"This pain is what mengikhlaskan, God." The other side of the specialist heart doctor was seen. The man looked fragile at this moment, no more grip, his spirit to just singleness smile.
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special today author change this update 2 chapters ya😁
