Trapped in the Love of Brondong
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The quiet atmosphere, in the stillness of the night the dimpled man was still sitting with his hands up, asking for healing for the only parent who lay weak and still unconscious. While the hijab-looking girl fell asleep clasping the middle-aged woman's hand. While one more handsome man, sitting on a chair, straightened his legs. He also looked tired, yet drowsy as if he could not attack him.
"Did mom have a heart attack, Ka. Like Papa used to be?" said the man confirmed his position, after Adzka approached him.
"Yesterday mama there is a real moaning, lately mama's chest often pain, the nape is heavy as well. Mama herself realized that too often coffee and ngeteh. No salt as well. You know for yourself, mama looks really happy there is beautiful at home. Until I refuse to eat beautiful food. Although mama knew that she had to keep her diet." the veiled girl approached the two after waking up, her body a little sore because she slept sitting.
"I'm actually worried. But you know what your mom is. It's a ...." Dewi felt guilty, if only she could help Fatmala prevent the possibility that happened today.
"We pray, may Mama come to her senses soon. And the bad possibility did not happen." said Adzka, the three of them are now silent in sincere prayer from their hearts.
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A two-braided little boy sat on the lap of a relaxed-looking middle-aged woman feeding the fish in the pond behind her house. The little girl helped feed the white and orange fish.
"Oma, it's booby here, same oma. Later if papa and mama pick up do not permit me to come home." said the little girl. He's about 6 years old.
"Yes done, enjoy the same bobbing Oma right than to sleep with Papa Mama. Narrow!" said the woman called Oma was increasingly inciting.
"Oma will sleep alone, so later we just the two .. can while roll adek." he said with a laugh.
"Yes, Oma. Mama should be careful, said Papa. Kasian adek baby in the belly of mama later kendang." said the black-haired girl. The middle-aged woman smiled, hugging her adorable granddaughter.
The sound of the car stopped followed by the sound of the door being closed.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said the dimpled man, kissing the middle-aged woman's hand. The woman who wears a veil behind her.
"Are you bothering Oma, son?" said the woman took down her little girl who was lying down.
"No, my dear. Adek is smart." said the in-laws.
"Mama's been eating medicine, Ma?" the woman shook her head, the hijab girl took the medicine that was in the drawer not far from them sitting.
"Mama can feel healthy, but mama will still have to tomb medicine. Later if the mother has completely healed then there is nothing lupain medicine." said the beautiful woman, giving a glass of water and a few pills.
"Thank you, sweetheart. Mama was confused who the doctor was." said the middle-aged woman smiling. His daughter-in-law just grinned.
"Sorry, Ma. If I'm a nag." he said.
"Mama is sorry. Mama is guilty of you." said the old woman who kissed the head of her daughter-in-law. Tears flowed from the end of his eyes, guilt always haunting him.
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The tears kept falling, getting bigger. The veiled girl who was looking after the middle-aged woman who was still unconscious saw her.
"Adzka! Bang out! Mama cried." said Dewi that morning, the two men who had just returned from the morning prayer congregation also approached.
The goddess wiped the tears away, wiped them with tissue.
"Mama, wake up" he said, but there was no word.
"Shalat first, replace me who take care" said Adzka
Taking the little prayer he had brought from the hospital's musholla, he read it out. The atmosphere made the voice of Adzka chanting verse by verse the holy book of Muslims was heard.
The hand that was pierced by the infusion needle moved. Fatmala coughs. Made Adzka stop her reading.
"Mama was conscious" he said, but the senior doctor was still silent, only his eyes were open.
"Oh my God, why can't I speak. Just moving my hands and feet is so heavy." Fatmala continued to speak in her heart. He wanted to talk, but his voice could not come out.
"Call the doctor" Zuan said. Adzka pushed the button. Not long after the doctor came.
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A week later, the veiled girl was feeding her mother-in-law. The middle-aged woman still has difficulty doing all her own activities. Let alone to eat, walk and talk he is still in trouble. All are helped. His son and daughter-in-law were always on the alert in turn.
"A little more, Ma. " The goddess scooped the porridge again, but Fatmala closed her mouth.
"Cheal fast, Ma." The goddess embraced the already thin body.
Dewi pushed a Fatmala wheelchair around the back garden of the obstetrician's house. Every morning the Goddess always took her mother-in-law around, breathing fresh air. Zuan felt unmistakable, the man continued to look at his two loved ones.
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The man in a hoodie jacket sits on his seatbelt, feeling impatient to get to his homeland.
A blue velvet box he kept inside his slingbag he took out. Opening it, then closing it back with a smile they reveal their neat teeth.
"You proposed, Bang" said the man next to her. The man looked very neat, with a long-sleeved shirt and material pants and shiny pantofel shoes.
"Yes. Looks yes." said the man who was a little embarrassed.
"Sure, the ring box is not small. Congratulations, good luck until H."
"Thank you. What's it like to be this happy to propose?" this time the owner of the blue box that invites to talk, the man next to him disengages his intention to sleep, his habit after the plane takes off.
"of course. That means we will be one step away from marrying our hearts. I used to propose to my boyfriend too. It doesn't feel like it can be expressed."
"Then you're married?" ask again.
"If you're married? where do I know. I am not married yet. I hope it's even happier."
"Haha, it turns out you're still unmarried. Don't tell me now you're single." the guy punched the interlocutor's arm, just a few minutes to know they look familiar, both of them are good at carrying themselves.
"Just son, I'm engaged. God willing this year I'm getting married." the man showed me the ring on his ring finger.
"Look! she must be prettier than your candidate, right?" the man showed me a photo that filled the home screen of his phone.
Deg
"I'm Marchel. You you?"
"I'm Pramono."
"Your engagement is beautiful. Is he in Makassar?" ask Marchel.
"No, he's in Jakarta. I'm going to Makassar because I have work needs."
"Oh, are Jakarta natives? his face is like that of the North Sumatran batak."
"Ah, it could be. He is native to Jakarta. Maybe because too long settled in the field maybe yes, hahaha." Pram laughs.
"Haha .. It could be." Marchel laughed.
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Juna is busy with his work. Today it may be that doctors referral pharmacies elsewhere are closing. The number of people redeeming the drug makes it not had time to eat lunch even though the clock has shown at 2 pm.
Actually his stomach has been protesting for fill, but the three prescription drugs on his desk will be completed first.
At 2 o'clock 45 minutes, it's all done. Juna rushed to perform Zuhur prayers at lunchtime. Smart things of his were activated. Some incoming message notification, Juna immediately opened it.
I'm coming home today. It's on the plane. Don't throw anything. Titip misses aja.
The message was sent two hours ago with a blue heart emoticon. Juna's smile expanded, his fatigue slightly reduced.
"Basic stingy. I was on a plane just texted. Afraid of being tipped by it." grumbled, then read another message.
Don't snap me, I can go home alone.
"Hahaha, really bad. Who will pick it up!" Juna spoke for himself.
Still feeling full the girl sat leaning her body on the back of the chair, opening her social media.
His eyes bully looking at the insta story of his former bodyguard.
"Mother ..." she said softly.
On the scroll contacts on the screen of his phone then call the number in his car. A few seconds later the call was connected.
"Hallo, Goddess!"
