Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The scorching afternoon sun was extremely stinging, making the smooth white skin like it was burning. The girl partially covered her head with her right hand, focusing on the path she was walking through due to the glare.

"Huh!" said the girl breathed. Instantly sitting his body on the chair that felt very soft, the package of food he bought was still held tightly.

"Heat, O Allah." - Shake his throat.

"Why the hell? The ac is on as well. I was almost frozen." said a man in front of the laptop.

"Yes yes, you were here. Try getting out there! it melts straight away, it's frozen, Udin."

"Haha, sorry, honey. It's been troubling you. My work is very much, tomorrow also I have to go to Jakarta." said the man also.

"Go again?" Juna knitted his two eyebrows

"Maclumi yes, Mama is still there. So all my mama's work is handled."

"You coming?"

"No!" The woman stood up to leave Marchel, took a spoon and fork so that the man could eat immediately.

"Go on when the story is serious. Actually, he really did not want to marry me. Ask the prestige dong. Mama also didn't have any stories about that problem when I called yesterday." Juna continued to grumble while preparing food for the man he always called Udin.

"It must be bad for my food. His breathing is not sincere." said Marchel staring at Juna spoiled. The sound of a spoon falling on the floor made him stop his work.

"I accidentally fell. Not unreserved. Here, eat first." Juna serves food that has been moved from styrofoam. One glass of water, and you know what Juna took from his little bag, right?

"Thank you" said the man who always wore the hoodie jacket.

"Hm"

The two of them ate together, sometimes they sounded joking, discussing with difficulty the girl bought the dish that was held at the table.

"Great struggle know not, I'm willing to fight the scorching sun for a bowl of soto rice that you eat. Like people crave, use must buy in that place again, it's far away." said Juna memcibik.

"That's my subscription place to eat. You have to get used to it!"

"meaning? accustomed to traveling hot for the sake of buying soto that? hm .. I better make it myself. My cooking is so much better than this. It's delicious without any more flavoring."

"When have you been cooking?" ask the unbelieving man.

"Yes, since then. You must not believe it, right?"

"I have to learn to cook to be a good wife, Dodol. I want to keep drinking water if I'm your wife later." muttered Juna in his heart.

"If I believe you, I'm a idol!" Marchel ruffled Juna's hair.

"Here's the plate, let me put it." Marchel took Juna's dirty plate, they're done eating.

"No, let me. Where are you going?" Juna looked at Marchel who was walking out of the room.

"Break the prayer! I did not hear that Adhan. You also. Do not pray at the end of time" he said closing the door.

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For a few days, Fatmala felt lonely. The beautiful departure that he had loved like a child himself made him sad. Plus Adzka who remained cold to him.

That night, Adzka was seen entering his house. After saying hello, the man went straight to his room. Halfway up the stairs, Fatmala called out to him.

"From where, Ka. Already eaten? eat with yok. Mama finished cooking this." said the middle-aged woman.

Adzka also denied his intention to enter his room. Get down the stairs immediately. He pulled up the dining chair and immediately sat down. Spoon plates and other eating purposes are available at the table.

With spirit Adzka scooping rice and side dishes that still smoke. It looks like it's really new to cooking. The man in glasses ate very well.

"Alhamdulillah" he said after the obligatory ritual of all humans was completed.

"Adzka to the room, Ma. Thanks for the food." Fatmala who had wanted to open the conversation also abandoned her intentions. He was willing to talk, but seeing Adzka was so greedy he could only look at his youngest child with a smile.

"Why didn't I just talk to you!" Thought

"What are you talking about, Ma? if it's a match problem, I'm sorry Adzka is not interested." said Adzka back cold and flat.

"Mama wants to talk about, Beautiful" said the woman.

"Sorry, Ma. Adzka is not interested" he said once again.

"If Mama likes equally Beautiful, yes it's up to mama. My mother adopted him. Make her mama's daughter. But if Mama forced Adzka to marry her, I'm sorry Ma. Better Adzka get out of this house." those words were full of emphasis.

The man kept walking, not even looking back. Although in a sense of disrespect but it feels it is the best according to him. He also has the right to make his choice, especially if he is a man.

"Geez!" call Fatmala intend to stop the step of his son, but Adzka as if not hear it.

"Adzka listen to mama first." her voice weakened. Fatmala held onto her left chest, there was a sharp pain and pain there. His face was flushed he felt the heat on his body and his head was also in pain.

Bruk!

The slightly filled body collapsed. His strong hands clutching the dining chair made him stricken by the minimalist chair. Adzka who heard the sound of objects falling from down there immediately came out of his room.

"Mama!" The man ran down the stairs, meeting his mother who was lying on the floor.

Adzka lifted the mother, laid her on the carpet with a pillow propping her head up. He swiftly checked the state of the person who gave birth to him.

Fatmala was unconscious body that has been snoring for half a century.

"Mama, wake!" Adzka patted her mother's cheek.

At the same time, their door opened. The two people who had just entered the house looked panicked.

"Mom why, Ka?" ask the veiled girl.

"Mama fainted. Mama's tension is high." said Adzka who had just checked Fatmala's blood pressure.

"We take it to the hospital" said Zuan, who was taken by his sister and wife.

Hospital

One hour Fatmala was lying in a cage, an infusion hose stuck in her arm that had revealed wrinkles.

Only a snoring sound could be heard from him, the corners of his eyes were wet. Like someone crying.

The gentle-hearted goddess could not help but hold back her tears, seeing the figure she respected so much lying weakly unconscious.

"What does my mom feel? it hurts so much, Ma. So that mom cried in the unconsciousness of mom. Mom, open your eyes. The goddess wants to hear the good news, Ma" Dewi continues to rub the back of Fatmala's hand. Zuan patted his wife's shoulder, stroking her back. He was as sad as the girl, yet he tried hard.

Adzka's gaze laughed, his heart continued to curse him.

"If I hadn't said anything rude, maybe mom would be fine." - Adzka.

At 11 p.m., Zuan insisted on persuading his wife to go home. But the woman was determined to take care of her mother-in-law.

"Darling, you won't be comfortable sleeping here" said the handsome policeman.

"Bang, Adek will take care of Mama. Adek will be home after mama wakes up!" said the Goddess firmly

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