Trapped in the Love of Brondong

57

The wind blew sepoy, Juna who this time tied his straight hair felt his crown was safe. No need to be re-brushed.

"When do you want to wear a hijab?" the question of his best friend was always uproar, especially when he had trouble styling his hair that was always swayed by the wind.

But the girl's answer was only 'later if you've become a mistress' with her trademark smile. Making his best friend can only pray without forcing.

The net is staring at the beautiful scenery that feels quite soothing. The murmur of the waves, the boisterous sound of tourists who chat make his heart peaceful, even though he is alone. For a moment he let go of the tiredness of the life of the world.

A person's heart is like an ocean, has storms, has tides, and in its depths has pearls as well.

Vincent Van Gogh's

The girl plays her phone, checks her social media. Take a moment to find out the latest news from his friends. His smile was engraved to see that his two friends already had handsome young people of the future generation.

"Udah on your big. Ounty kangen deh." he said.

A moment later he switched to the profile of the men he still occasionally monitored. As much as possible he was eager to obliterate into his piety. But his heart said something else.

The deeer!

Juna's shoulders were shaken. The burly hand deliberately banged itself, the flat object slipped from the straight-haired girl's hand, not only did her heart also seem to move from her place. But luck still sided with him, the man in the hoodie jacket caught him.

"What the hell!" Juna looked at Marchel with a murderous look.

"Pengen me die quickly!" his hands are stroking the chest

"Don't dong! yes I'm sorry." said the man without feeling guilty.

"Here you are alone. Do you know I'm home, why not jump? prefer to be alone, so that he says single." ketus the man.

"What hell! I don't want to take your shit. Aren't you tired? just got home. Take a rest at home."

"No, I'm not tired. Especially to hang out with a girlfriend." Marchel was embracing a slender body next to her.

"Yes, yeah. Sorry I didn't jump in. But don't hold on either. Shame on!" I don't know how many times the hands of the handsome man have been pushed aside.

"Patience .. patience." Marchel stroked his chest, seeing his girl leave him alone.

"Titip hape Din's. I'll go to the toilet first. Don't follow! I dare myself." said Juna with great emphasis, Marchel who was about to follow undoed his intentions.

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Friday was a bright afternoon. Zuan had gone home to work, just a few minutes away Adzka's car also entered the courtyard of the whitewashed house.

Adzka entered first before Zuan who chose to stretch his muscles in the front pendopo of the house, plus the Goddess seemed to be sitting there.

"Again what?" tanyanya landed a kiss on the head of the hijab-wearing woman.

"Nothing. I want to sit here. Mama's mum is in guard."

"Oh. It's also good that the beautiful one is here. So you can rest."

"But I'm not good, Bang. Yes, if Beautiful sincere." said Dewi doubtful

"Ikhlas is not sincere about his business. If he's sincerely kind to him, if not yes to him too will." Zuan did not like the business girl.

"Abang why the hell, ketus just as beautiful there is no sweetness. Watch out, he says he can't hate it too much. Our son will look like beautiful."

"Eh, don't God, don't. Give the child's servant a pretty face like his mother." Zuan's hand held up.

"Are we just looking for a nurse, to help out." The idea was already in Zuan's brain a few days ago from seeing his exhausted-looking wife. Especially at this time, the condition of the Goddess should not be soybean.

"It's not good with mom, Bang. I fear my mother is hurt. Thought the Goddess couldn't take care of Mama." The face looked serious

"Ah, adek from earlier is not tasty not tasty continue. When's delicious?"

Inside the house.

Adzka still has her briefcase. In the room of the mother.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Adzka said a greeting, the two pairs of neutrals looking at him with a smile. The figure behind the door was like it had been waiting for.

"Udah home, Mas." said Beautiful develop a smile.

"As you can see" said Adzka flatly without looking at the girl. He held her mother's hand, and stroked her.

"Ma ... tomorrow we are therapy again yes. "he said followed by the Fatmala eye code as if agreed.

"Have you eaten?" asked Adzka this time he tried to be polite.

"Already, Mas. But not much." said Indah showed Fatmala dinner plate that is still a lot of leftovers.

"That's a lot of dong, Ma. Let there be energy." said Adzka seduce.

"It's good not much. Thought not to bother what if your mother is a pup." muttered Beautiful. The woman seemed to regret visiting the woman who loved her.

He's been here two days. Feeling like a nursing nurse.

"I came here was just a look of intent, a sign of remembrance. Not even in this kind of work. My other work even a lot, this was even added to be a baby sister colot. O God what test is this." - grumbled inwardly.

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Marchel was holding a flat object that cost far below the price of her phone. Behind it was the hape, staring at the screen that looked a few scratches.

"It's natural to retire" he said sweeping the lit screen.

Hape is not in the key, Marchel saw social media is open.

"Oh, so still haven't moved on either." Marchel is getting sassy opening chrome and viewing search history.

"Mertua Goddess stroke. In-law Dewi .. means Mama Zuan right, his mother Adzka dong!" the man continued to speak for himself.

His retirement soared continuously, occasionally his head looked far towards the possibility of the owner of the hape appeared.

"Make him mules again, O God" he said

Marchel went back to the history of the girl who had received her proposal.

"Airplane ticket? has he been reserfaced?" The man keeps track, looking for answers.

The mobile phone app is still not closed. There is a calculator app.

"Hm .. definitely calculate the balance. Busyet is a girl. What is your heart made of? That woman who maki-maki loe, treated you unfairly. I even want to be in the pecker. Be present, both equally stupid neighbor times ya."

"Make up your mind, Butet!" Marchel continued to grumble inwardly.

The man closes all open applications. Then lock the flat object in time. Moments later, Juna had finished with his ritual.

"Very long, Tet. The one in the rock out?" smirk Marchel.

"No, not a stone but a baby." when Juna picked up the thing he had tucked away.

"Curl, lure this. Are you ready to take the baby?" that gaze could not be interpreted to make Juna goosebumps.

"Ih, what the hell. Do not serem-seremin dong his face. I saw my ghost." Juna rubbed Marchel's face roughly.

"Genesis really new to know the taste of loe. Ghost ... Ghost, this Juna said he wanted to see."