Trapped in the Love of Brondong

49

The rain is falling more and more, soaking the trees and flowers in the garden. The weather was cloudy, just like the feeling of a woman getting ready in her room. There is a sense of unwillingness to release the departure of men who will be delivered to the airport some time in the future.

Juna was ready with his mini bag. Get out of his room down the stairs. There's only Adzka in the guest room. He seems to be busy using his gadget. Lia was still in the back room drying clothes while her husband was invisible.

"Have you ordered the tax?" juna said as soon as he reached the last step of the stairs.

"Yet. Just wanted a message. Call Om dong. I want to say goodbye." Adzka wears her socks.

"Yes, just a minute." Juna leaves Adzka, looking for Lia and her husband.

The door of the house was knocked several times. Along with the greeting of the guest. Adzka got up from his seat, opened the door knob.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" he said as he opened the door.

The two of their neutrals clashed against each other, lips mute. Not the name Marchel if it can not melt the atmosphere as if frozen.

"Hey, there's doctor Adzka apparently! can I come in?" greet Marchel

"Oh, please. The host is busy. So I opened the door."

"No problem. Let's just say you're also the host." replied Marchel.

Marchel swept through all the rooms, his gaze wild. He had already memorized every part of the room. He stepped into the kitchen.

"Morning, Auntie." said Marchel, as soon as she met Lia who had just entered from behind the house.

"Eh, Chel. When's home?" greet Lia

"Yesterday, Tan. Om where?"

"I'm here." replied the middle-aged man who had suddenly been behind Marchel. Marchel kissed the back of her hand.

"How's Mama doing? is mom coming home?"

"Mama's still there, Tan. Still time for recovery. Maybe next month just returned to Indonesia" explained Marchel.

The shoulder-haired girl met Adzka in the guest room. After meeting her father, Juna went back into her room, because her mobile phone was missing.

"It's good, Doc. Let's go. I'll miss my plane." Juna was ready to take his shoes.

"But I haven't been meme-" Adzka's remarks came to a halt as Marchel embraced Juna's shoulder.

"Who missed the flight!" marchel.

"Hey .. when did this man come." Juna was so gasp.

The shoes he was holding fell to the floor. Adzka turned his gaze away, not wanting to see the intimacy before him.

"When aren't you the same as me? kangen yes, yes I did say!" marchel's hand was still faithfully on Juna's right shoulder.

"Yes kangen. But don't put on hoes too dong." Juna brushed off that hand.

Like there's a dividing wall between Juna and Adzka right now. The happiness that Adzka felt for a few hours in the house is now a sadness maybe only he knows the taste.

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Slowly but surely Adzka stepped foot ahead of Juna who continued to be seduced by Marchel. They both look more like cats and dogs. Always fighting, but on the sidelines of the fight they laugh at each other. Their laughter was like a contagious virus, making everyone who saw them laugh, including Adzka. But the man chose not to linger with the two lovebirds, even though his lips have softened but his heart pain is still felt.

"I'm home. Thank you for the ride." The two men shook hands.

"Be careful, Doctor. Greetings to the Goddess and Zuan ya." Juna extended his hand.

"Yes, I'll tell you later. Take care of yourself." said Adzka, the two stared at each other. Their eyes seemed to talk, not wanting to separate. But this is the will of destiny. This may be their last meeting.

"Hey boss, it's time to go" Marchel said.

Juna continued to wave, his eyes started to glaze over. Soon he opened his eyes, so that his eyes returned to normal fearing that Marchel would see him.

Marchel chose to sit over him in the long chair, letting Juna continue to wave and see Adzka as much as he could. He understood the woman's feelings.

Juna looked at Adzka until his figure was no longer visible. Juna then meets Marchel who appears to be talking to someone on his cell phone.

"Mama wants to talk." Marchel gave me the phone.

"Hello, Mama, how are you?" greet Juna, he also seemed to speak seriously.

"Now!" Juna gave Marchel his cell phone.

"Old yes, Mama's home. I hope your mom gets well soon. I miss."

"Did I miss you?"

"So you asked that" replied Juna lazily. They both sit in long chairs.

"Ngopi yok?" bring Marchel.

"No, I'm still full."

"We'll just go home, Chel. I'm already an hour late."

"You're on leave today. I told you Neneng. Just relax." Marchel's signature grin, showing his white teeth.

"Says there's something serious to be talking about. What the hell, I'm so curious." he said

"Oh, that ... nganu ..." Juna's esophagus seemed to be drying out. Not only that, he was also in a dry and barren desert.

"Kok, so go with the face. It's tight." Marchel's two eyebrows are raised.

"Hey ... What's wrong?" Marchel held onto Juna's hand which looked wet from nervousness.

"I .. I, I was gonna say your offer a month ago. I take it, Chel." Juna lowered his head, even with the tail of his eyes alone, the girl did not dare to look at Marchel.

"What's? my offer was a month ago? my offer at that time? Time to take the mama to the cure, right, Jun? seriously?" Marchel was standing right in front of Juna who was sitting down.

"Juna, look at me. You serious?" Marchel held both of Juna's cheeks, so that the head was raised up. The two Netra looked at each other.

"Are you serious?" Marchel still looked in disbelief.

"Yes, Udin. Seriously." Juna covered his face with both hands. The shame is growing. Her cheeks are red as a boiled crab.

"Yes!"Marchel exclaimed, the overflow of his happiness is so clearly visible. He sat down next to Juna again this time even closer.

"Not to be near either time" ketus Juna

"Biarin, a moment can also be more than this right"

"Ih, what the hell."