Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The sound of things falling down is heard more and more often. From the kitchen of the simple house looks a girl who uses a cooking apron that looks messy appearance.

"Son's cooking or nguli anyway." said the middle-aged man.

"Let's, Bang. The important thing is to get him into the kitchen." said Lia smiling.

"Now, try Yuyun's cooking. Gurame fried sweet sour sauces, kang kale ala chef Juna." said the girl in oblong. Today is Friday, the schedule closes the pharmacy, so Juna can be at home.

"That's good, chef Juna is the one who cooks. Dad really ngefans the same chef who irrit smile that." said the man called Juna with the name of the father.

"Hm .. nyam .. nyam, yummy. It's really delicious, Ma. You have talent, brother." said the man again.

"Alhamdulillah then, cooking can be done. It's time to take a shower. Take a shower, bauk. When you're done cooking, the food has been served on the table one more condition to be the dream wife is, you must smell." Lia pulled Juna's nose.

"It needs to be time, Ma. The husband should accept the wife for who she is." Juna.

"Yes, but it doesn't smell like onions, too, son." said Lia, scooping her rice.

"Udah hurry up there. Mom and Dad ate first. Your father also went to the mosque. It's twelve o'clock too. Come on bang, eat. Go to Adzan." Lia gave the plate to her husband.

"Why take a shower, if you work a holiday why there is no shower anyway." Juna continued to grumble towards his room.

In the dining room, Lia and her husband talked about it. Seeing Juna who began to busy himself with cooking, and other things he was not used to doing. They concluded that their daughter was really ready to be a wife.

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A man in a crowd of worshippers wearing socks. Talk a little with other worshippers. The bespectacled man attached his genngam phone to his ear. The online taxi has arrived. The man said goodbye, put on his shoes and walked out of the courtyard of the mosque carrying a box that was not too big. Slingbag hangs on his athletic body.

"With Mr Adzka?" ask someone who just got out of the car.

"Yes, I." she replied. Adzka also entered the box carefully, as if there were glassware in it.

"We're leaving, sir. Appropriate right?" ask the driver to be friendly.

"Yes." Yeah."

The online taxi was running at medium speed, delivering Adzka to his destination. Tired because of a fairly long journey made him fall asleep on that trip.

An hour has passed, now the taxi has been right in front of the house painted green salted eggs. Politely the driver who was the same age as the passenger, woke the doctor.

"Sorry, Sir. We have arrived." he said.

Adzka also woke up from his sleep. After paying the fare for the trip along with his tip, Adzka stepped foot into the house. The fence of the house that is partially open makes Adzka directly into it.

The bell he sounded, heard the sound of someone running from the inside by shouting the word 'intermittent'.

Deg

The sound made Adzka's heart like it wanted to leave its place.

The door of the house was opened, revealing the figure of a jolly girl who almost every night was in his dreams. But this time, he saw it in the real world, not a dream or a mere delusion.

The two eyes stared at each other. The dark brown eye beads typical of Indonesia are clashing with each other. For a moment the earth seemed to stop. There was a sense of disbelief from both views.

"Why is he here." Juna's inner

"I was dreaming. Is he really in front of me?" inner Adzka.

"Who, Brother. Any guests?" female voices from home. The woman came out to see who made her child look like a statue like this.

"Doctor Adzka!" said the middle-aged woman. He was no less surprised, but Lia could quickly control him.

"Come, Son. Wow ... surprise, son doctor can get here." said Lia, he let Adzka into his house, while Juna who still looks surprised he embraced and brought him inside.

"What time is it at the airport? how not to call auntie anyway, it can be picked up earlier." Lia was suave, giving one cup of tea and a plate of biscuits.

"What time is it, Tan. Just keep looking for the mosque. I've hunted Adzan." replied Adzka with a friendly smile. The tail of his eyes glanced at Juna who was looking at him with an indecipherable look.

"Eat already?" ask Lia anyway.

"Not aunty, but later." Adzka flinched, completely unaware that he had not eaten since last night.

"Yes, eat first. Coincidentally Juna cooked. But eating Juna who accompany ya. Aunty's work is much more. The Om is out too. Not a pa-pa. Jun, anterin dong sir The doctor. Ready to eat it." said Lia. Juna just nodded and walked towards the kitchen. A few steps back he turned.

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The food served was actually appetizing, but the uncalled feeling made the man seem difficult to swallow his food.

"It's not good, Doc?" Juna looked at the man in front of him like he had no appetite for food.

"Then let me buy a side dish to the end of the complex here." Juna wanted to get out of his chair, but Adzka held him back.

"It's very tasty. Turns out you're good at cooking. So what did you eat? did you eat this food of yours too, instead of it being so spicy." Adzka began to dare to talk a lot because Juna already looked like usual.

"Hm, I've started trying to eat a little spicy food, Doc."

"Didn't your stomach hurt?"

"sickness, Doc. Hehe .. Yes, there is medicine." said Juna

"Huh, don't hurt yourself. If you can't eat spicy, don't force it. Is it because Marchel likes spicy food that you forget about your pain?" serkah Adzka

"Here you go, don't ask too many questions. Just eat it first." Juna.

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Two silent sons of a thousand languages. They sat a little distance away near the building in the form of letters that read Losari Beach.

They are Juna and Adzka. After finishing eating, Adzka asked Lia for permission to bring Juna to the place that became one of the destinations of every tourist who came to South Sulawesi.

The small box was brought, Juna from earlier asked what the contents of the box, but Adzka only answered with 'Later you will know'.

He opened it carefully. One pink box is much smaller and removed from the box.

"It's yours." Adzka gave the box to Juna.

"How long have I been collecting it. Every time I remember you, I want to buy you something. Nothing is expensive. But all this I buy, from my own sweat. Please accept. I've kept it for a long time." Adzka explained, without asking, seeing Juna's face, he understood that the girl would ask.

"You will soon belong to someone else. I won't be able to love you. Sorry if I was sassy. Juna ever since I knew it was like being in love, that woman was you. Maybe people my age have fallen in love many times but strangely I was only one time. And maybe never fall in love again after this. This box I plan to give you after you officially become my wife. Inside there were scribbles that became my spirit to achieve my achievements."

"That's my purpose for coming here. Just for this. I'm afraid it's too late, but still Marchel hasn't come back, I'm brave enough to see you. Although I'm actually embarrassed. Forgive Mama, Jun.I'm sorry, too, because I'm you're crying."

That afternoon, the sun, the wind, the sand of the beach and the sea bear witness to the silent love between them. The box in Juna's arms became moist because Juna's tears were falling like rain. No words came out of his lips. There are only tears. Tears of grief.

If you love

Really love

Don't say

You are not Love

Do not arrive until the time of farewell

All that remains are tears

Just tears

Maybe love will disappear forever

And all that was left was ait eye

Just tears .. love

(Judica)

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