Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The girl's heartbeat was so disturbing. The rhythm was not in harmony as usual, there was a rumbling feeling in the chest, a happiness that so made the lips of the girl could not close tightly. A smile, even a little laughter, could not stop.

"What's wrong with me? why is it like this. Maybe husband and wife like that yes, prepare food, accompany him to eat, a little chat, hm ...." Juna looked at the ceiling of his room.

"It's only been a day, but I feel so happy. Although there are some tears that fall anyway, Thank God." Juna inner prayer.

The girl opened Adzka's gift box. He took some white paper inside.

Love .. I don't know for sure

It's love or just admiring

He was different, without even the polish of a smell

But I like it

When women his age are good at styling hair,

I prefer to see it, even though his long hair is unraveled like an untouched comb at all

If it really is love, then,

Love is blind.

"Geez, this paper looks so old. The year it was written on this paper?" juna counted using his fingers.

"That means he wrote this when he was in high school, damn he said I stink!" His face changed, but again flowered.

"That's how much you love her, Doctor." Juna put the paper on his chest. Her happy feelings were defeated with her sadness. Her memory of the figure of the woman, made her smile forcibly.

"I won't let Mom down." In the stash of the paper, the purple pendant necklace that she had been holding and wanted to wear, she put it back in the box.

"This may be a test in engagement as people say. I'm not engaged yet!" muttered Juna himself, patting his eel.

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The room is very much different in size with his room but still makes the glasses men feel comfortable.

"If You allow us to be lawful, O Allah .." said Adzka lirih.

Flashbacks

"It's been a long shower, Doc. Did you drink water while you were in the shower?" ask Juna ketus. He had been waiting for a long time at the dinner table. Lia and her husband were already sitting in the living room.

"Bubble dong! Which aunt?" Adzka pulled the minimalist dining chair.

"For nobar. See what time it is? I'm not gonna miss his favorite show." Juna approached Adzka, spooning the rice dishes that had been opened in front of the handsome man.

"Thank you, very attentive." said Adzka smiling sumringah.

"Don't be so happy. I'm just following the queen's word." replied Juna lowered his head.

"What do you want?"

"All!"

"Laper, Boss?"

" ...." Adzka simply replied with her sweetest smile.

"Oh my God, his smile. Kalem Juna, kalem." muttered Juna

Juna took a glass and poured water, coincidentally the distance from where Adzka was sitting.

"Thank you ...."

"If I could say Thank you, my wife. I'll be the happiest man." Adzka.

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Sayup-sayup heard a melodious voice singing sacred verses. The dawn prayer is still 30 minutes away.

Lia came out of her room, towards the kitchen. Especially the purpose of housewives after waking up in the morning if not that. All IRT's favorite spots.

Lia's steps came to a halt as the sight before her eyes made her in disbelief. He rubbed his net, rubbing it a little.

"Is this a dream?" muttered

The woman who had always been missed her life, now seemed to be busy with the apron installed in her body.

Both of Lia's shoulders were held by her husband, making the woman shocked. Her husband used sign language, as if asking why his wife was looking like that. As if understanding, Lia pointed her finger towards the kitchen.

The same reaction came from the husband's face.

"That's brother, Ma?"

"Yes, Dad." answered Lia flatly

"Hoooh." Lia replied while nodding.

"Love changes everything, turns thorns into roses, turns vinegar into wine, turns demons into angels, turns calamities into omnipotents. That's love." said the man called Juna as the father, citing the definition of love from Ayatul Husna in KCB.

"Love, Bang! How's marchel?" Lia and her husband looked at each other.

Chequek!

The sound of the door opening, Adzka came out from behind the door, looking neat.

"You want a mosque, Om?" greet Adzka

"Yes, come on" replied the middle-aged man.

They both left Lia who was still thinking about her own son's problems.

"Love, Adzka ... Marchel. Duh, you know ah. Dizziness my head." Lia locked the door, then walked towards the kitchen to meet her daughter.

"What cooking, dear." said Lia

"Nasi uduk, chicken geprek."

"Make breakfast this morning?" Lia ascertained.

"Well, what's the matter, Ma?"

"Hm .. It's okay. Mama took a shower." Lia left Juna who was still busy frying the chicken.

"Is that breakfast or lunch?" Lia scratched her non-itchy head.

After everything was done, Juna cleaned himself up and performed the dawn prayer. At 6 hours or less 15 minutes, the two men who left for the mosque until returning to the simple house.

"All morning walk, Bang?" tanya Lia looked at her husband who took a glass of water

"Yes, knowing the environment is also the same Adzka. Who knows if he wants to be a citizen here" he said.

"Yes, who knows. Can you, Doc?" resumes again

Adzka just smiled. The flight was at 09:45 this morning. He should get ready soon. They all gathered at the dining table.

"Chicken plump?" said the beakbaya man. Staring at the sambal that has been covered around the chicken meat. His stomach feels will be problematic to see such a scary sambal.

"Dad, just eat." said Lia whispering.

In contrast to Adzka, the dish in front of him this time was so appetizing plus he saw the struggle of the lady who cooked it.

Actually, Adzka heard several times the sound of objects falling from the direction of the kitchen when he had just woken up. Carefully Adzka came to the origin of the voice. And his smile immediately expands to see Juna is struggling with cooking utensils in the kitchen.

They were all ready to devour the dish, Adzka took Juna's sacred object.

"Now!" Adzka gave it to Juna.

The two young people among them looked at each other and smiled. The ketchup bottle witnessed that the two young people paid more attention between the two.

"May you like this hot chicken with sambal judes, Ka." muttered Juna in his heart. I don't know what makes it feel like to give the best impression in their last meeting. Adzka's fondness for sambal made Juna remember the first time they ate together.

"Thank you for taking the trouble to cook for me, Jun. You don't need to speak. I can already deduce for myself how you feel about me. I'm sure I'm not overconfident. The problem right now is only my mother." murmured Adzka anyway.

"Thank you for accepting me here, Om ... aunt." said Adzka on the sidelines of the meal.

"It's nothing, Doc. It is precisely aunt and family to thank, because you are willing to take care of her Papa Juna selflessly." said Lia, the words came out just like that made her regret it. But there is no way the word that has come out is pulled back.

"What is Papa, Ma? Daddy's? Doc?" Juna stopped eating. What happened to Papa, why wasn't I told anything. Inner raging.

"Hm, that's ... Your father had a problem in his heart yesterday. But now it's okay. Yakan, Doc." Lia tried to explain.

"Why doesn't anyone know me. Pops ...."

"When Juna came home, Papa was in good health. Papa looks skinny. What pain does Papa actually have? why is everything hidden like this?" Juna's tears trickled down, wanting to see the man who raised him immediately.

"Relax, Om at that time experienced a narrowing in his blood vessels. Already handled, we have done the operation of mounting the ring. And now that Om's so healthy, there's nothing to worry about." Adzka explained a little bit in detail.

"O Allah, Alhamdulillah. Thanks Doctor. Thanks." Juna was very grateful.

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