Trapped in the Love of Brondong
50
"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." That tapered cheek feels hot.
Between Juna and Marchel this time around like never before, there was no spoiled quarrel. There are only krishpy sheephan-style men berginsul it. His nervousness makes crickets sing, but the laughter from him makes Juna infected and laugh happily.
An hour passed, Juna already looked extremely agitated. Several times he asked Marchel to leave the place, but the answer was still a little later.
"Come dong, Chel. We home. Adzka's plane has even reached this field." Juna crossed his arms over his stomach, feeling very bored with the environment around him.
"Yes, he's gone home. Just take a taxi."
"Loh, teganya. Yes, it is." Juna stood up, unable to believe that Marchel had finally let him go home alone.
"I go first" said Juna walking away from Marchel. Instead of holding back, the man simply replied 'yes, be careful'.
Juna looked very upset, his lips did not stop pouting, making others think he was reciting a spell to save someone.
"I'm sorry I accepted it. Not more sweet. Ih, sucks." Juna continued to grumble inwardly, without looking back at Juna continuing to walk.
"I'll go again. Don't want to spend time with me? my departure is in two hours." Juna was surprised, Marchel took his hand and uttered the news softly.
"Where are you going?" there is a sense of unwillingness to part.
"Japan! wanna come?" Juna simply replied with a sledgehammer.
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The two girls appeared to be talking seriously at a coffee shop that afternoon. The drizzle of rain that increasingly flushed the earth, making both of them undo the intention to go home immediately.
The conversation continued, it seemed like they were arguing, judging by the neck vein of one of the long haired girls. While the girl in the hijab looked a little calmer, the aura restraining the anger was evident.
The veiled girl sipped her milk coffee. The net is glaring through the wide glass slightly exposed tempias.
"They're good people, don't ever play others like that!" he said it was full of emphasis.
"You're engaged, Ndah. Don't play with men like that. Pramono loves you very much. Brother knows that. My sister knows him very well." Nia seemed to clench her hands. The problem has reached the crown. In the past, when he sincerely buried his love for a man who fell in love at first sight of his cousin, he was already sick. And now, after his sacrifice, his cousin instead cheated on the man.
"Anything about aunt Fat knows this problem must be from my sister." Lovely crashing table then leaving Nia. He broke through the heavy rain. Approaching his car parked across the street.
Pork!
The sound of impact distracts everyone around the coffee shop. Including Nia who had just sipped her coffee that was almost gone.
The crowd like ants meet sugar can not be avoided, even though the rain is heavy.
Nia split the crowd, staring at the bloodied woman on her head.
"Oh my God, it's beautiful!" nia screamed, holding on to that helpless weak body. Slightly patting her cheeks, hoping for her cousin's consciousness to return but it was all in vain.
The sound of shoes clashing against each other stepping on the path of the hospital dikor, the middle-aged woman looked very anxious. His phone is now attached to his hearing.
"Which room, Nia?" he said, the reply from across there may be very clear. The flat wire was then kept back in his white coat which he had not been able to release.
Chequelek
The door of the hospital room was open, the two girls who were inside were also fixed to the figure from behind the door. The middle-aged woman hugged the pale and weak-looking girl.
"How are you doing, son?" he kissed the girl's forehead.
"This way, Auntie. Beautiful head hurts." said the girl softly. Clear liquid flowed from the end of his eyes.
The hijab girl accompanying him could only stroke his chest.
"I know you miss the figure of an old man, Dek." he muttered.
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"Great accident, mom is now in the hospital. Come here soon, Adzka!" the voice call was like an order that was haram denied. Without answering a word, the call ended.
"May's all right" she said leaning her strapping body on the chair.
His feelings are still not koruan, his meeting with Juna a few days ago still can not be forgotten. Seeing Juna and Marchel's affection made her so sick, but her friendship with Juna, which was only a matter of hours, also made her happy.
