Trapped in the Love of Brondong

52

Time is rolling, there is no pause to wait even a second. A month has passed. The injuries from the accident at that time had disappeared with not leaving a single trace. The girl was completely healed, but she still felt at home to linger in the big house.

The way Fatmala treated him made it seem to have parents again. Yes, Indah already has no parents, her father has gone home when she pioneered the expedition business together with Pram exactly five years ago. His family is currently only Nia and his family who had migrated from Java to Sumatra when Nia entered college.

Actually Indah shares very little in the business he pioneered with Pramono, but you understand why the name of the expedition used his name if not for reasons of love 😉. Can be interpreted alone how much the taste is always symbolized by the pink color.

Ting tung

The sound of the bell ringing loudly, the long haired girl ran from the kitchen direction. The aunt who helped clean the big house just got home. Beautiful people who are cooking dinner must also intervene.

Both of his eyes were puffed up to see who was visiting. Quickly on the lid back the brown painted door leaf. But the man who has a height of almost 180 was first to insert his foot wrapped in shoes. Exquisite energy was defeated decisively, that door could easily be reopened.

"Why afraid? what are you doing here. I've been to Nia's house many times but I didn't find you. Are you boarding this house?" said Pram who had sat himself on the sofa.

"Mm .. no, uh .. yes. I'm more free to stay here. Bude's financial condition is in trouble. I don't feel good to stay there. I'll know for myself that Bude doesn't want me to pay the living expenses while living here." Beautifully sitting in front of Pramono, a large table becomes a separator between them.

"I miss you so much. If you know you're so at home here, I'll speed up our marriage. If you want to stay here ... I'm gonna buy a house here, Dek. Anything for your happiness." Pramono stood close to Indah, hugging that slim body, as his body sat next to each other. He put his lips on the top of the girl's head.

"Mas, don't just kiss ah. If anyone sees how?" Lovely distanced herself further and further with the handsome man.

"What's wrong with you? don't you miss your mas this hem ...."

"It's good to make coffee, Mom." Beautiful left Pram who was still full of longing gazes, headed for the kitchen without answering the question.

One cup of coffee with several pieces of cake is neat on the tray. Just give it to the audience. Has not had time to drive it Beautiful, the man's hands have been coiled in the slim body Beautiful.

"I miss you so much."

"Mas don't be like this. It's not good if the aunt has a home." The hand was cut off.

"Why is he not what he used to be. Is there something he's hiding?" Pramono.

Strange things even very strange felt by Pramono. Beautiful habits that always stick like leeches have changed, even as if reluctant to be touched.

They talked for half an hour in the living room. Pramono who only has one day to visit Sumatra makes it permissible to leave Indah who says his current boarding place should not receive nighttime guests.

"Yes, I'm home. Tomorrow morning we return to Jakarta. Quickly finish your business. I can't wait to take care of our wedding, I want us to take care of it together." the man buried his kiss on the brow Beautiful.

"Snap at the hotel?"

"No, I stayed at Nia's house. There are friends chatting, if at the hotel it is not good to be alone." he concluded.

There was jealousy in the girl's heart. Being greedy? yes, you could say so. Plus he knew that his cousin had once fallen in love with his classmate. Beautiful relationship with Pramono was also very harmonious and friendly Pram's parents are also very fond of the girl. But I don't know what made Lovely try to turn away from her.

Pramono waved his hand, Lovely looked at the car owned by his fiancee until it disappeared from view.

As soon as Beautiful close the door, clean the coffee cups and snacks and tidy up the sofa cushions that move from the initial position. Eliminate the former presence of guests who stopped by the house.

At exactly 6 p.m., a white car entered the courtyard. The middle-aged woman with the hijab-wearing young lady came out from there. Followed by the figure of a handsome man who was no less handsome than the occupants of the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Aunt." Beautifully welcome Fatmala, Goddess and also Zuan.

"Hey, how are you?" The goddess of yamah.

"Good." replied Beautifully with her sweet smile. The veiled girl was indeed friendly to him, in contrast to her husband. Zuan acted 11 12 with his sister. Maybe they have the same principle, anti with ramjan women, aka male friendly. They think women should be able to maintain self-esteem. They are both the most anti with women who like sagging like cats.

"Adzka's home?"

"Yet, tan."

"Well, who's cooking? it's delicious" said the Goddess from the kitchen.

"Me, Mba. Yes, I happen to be home early today. So you can cook. Once in a while, the auntie was tired of coming home late afternoon had to cook again." replied Indah proudly.

"Here, look for face." Zuan said in his heart.

"She's a cook pinter, Wi. The cuisine is delicious again." praise Fatmala.

The Goddess impatiently took out a small plate, and tried the exquisite cuisine. Maybe because the capcay was cooked with garlic, making Dewi feel a very pungent smell.

Half-running Goddess spewed out the food that had just entered her mouth in the sink. Not only that, the food that had been in his stomach for a long time came out.

Zuan who saw also directly helped his wife. Take warm water for him to gargle. Narrowing her nape helps the Goddess drain all of her entrails for relief.

"Did you poison your cooking?" ketus Zuan's. The goddess held Zuan's arm to stop the action.

"Don't talk rude. The goddess got in the wind maybe. Take it to the room yes, Bang." said Dewi who also felt dizzy. Zuan nodded and lifted the tiny body of the dentist.

"I'm sorry my husband yes, Mba" said Dewi as she passed by Indah who was fixated on not hearing Zuan rebuke her.

"Yes, I'm sorry auntie. He is so if he is not already known. Ketus, cuek, even rough. But if it's familiar, he's good." Fatmala stroked Indah's back.

"Yes, it's okay, Auntie" he said with a smile.

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The husband and wife in the room were silent to each other. The hijab-wearing woman was disappointed with her husband's attitude. But he chose to silence the man. The goddess is the type of woman who is silent when angry.

"Is his head still hurting? My brother's a mole." Zuan positioned his wife's head in a cushion. Gently Zuan massaged his temple to the entire head of his wife. Do not forget to apply eucalyptus oil aroma therapy.

"Is her stomach still not good?" continued

"...." Still no answer

"Don't leave a brother like this. If you are angry, omelin only brother. Brother can't guess. If someone is adek do not like it say." said Zuan softly.

"Come, Honey. Don't be like this. Every dimple his cheek brother wants to see. Adek, is .. don't pout me dong." Zuan hugged the seated Goddess by singing his lips.

"She didn't like a brother like that. Adek does not like rough brothers, especially women!"