Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The car rolled off at a moderate speed and stopped in front of the recently opened pharmacy. Looks like some employees are still busy packing to provide the best service to customers who come.

Clean area, friendly service with three 'S' in priority. Therefore the two doors always seem crowded.

"Morning!" said the man in short-sleeved shirt. His smile expands on a clear morning.

"Morning, sir." reply to them simultaneously.

Marchel went into his room. Today his work takes care of his mother's business is still very draining. The laptop that he accidentally left in his room became a reason for him to come to his place of business because he wanted to always be near the woman of his heart choice.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. It's coming fast. Throw away loe's habits! usually it's dawn again." Juna went into his room carrying a box of supplies.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Don't bring! where's my order." Juna placed the box of supplies he carried onto the table right in front of Marchel.

"Here's a monte cristo sandwich chef Juna. Enjoy it." said the girl with a smile full of pride.

All the way home from the beach. Marchel continued to tease her by saying her girl could only cook water. Juna did not accept it and said that in fact he had begun to master several recipes. It is true!

"Then make me a sandwich. Don't learn to cook Indonesian food. Once in a while try to cook outdoor cuisine, your future husband is an international taste. Only the native. Maybe it's fate, what to say." his frequent made Juna land a few pinch on the waist of the shaved man. Juna did not say anything, could reach the skin of the man he called Udin it seemed to make him satisfied.

"I'll prove it. Tomorrow I'll bring you breakfast bread sandwich Monte cristo sandwich complete with salad too." Juna felt challenged, coincidentally the cooking competition event he saw on TV at that time presented a dish he had just mentioned.

"Okay, I'll wait. If you can make it and it's gonna be delicious. I'll give you a present. Promise!" Marchel pointed to his two fingers.

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The middle-aged woman looked very fresh. His hair still looked wet, a thin powder was sown on his face that began to wrinkle in some parts.

"Goddess dry her hair, Ma." The girl turned on the hairdryer.

"You really are a dream daughter-in-law, son. Your face is as beautiful as your heart. But where is Beautiful? I haven't seen him this morning." Fatmala swept around the room hoping for the figure to appear. The goddess understood that.

"Beautiful Day, Ma?" the question was in the nod, there has begun to be progress from the obstetrician.

"Beautiful maybe soy sauce. From last night he took care of Mama. Maybe still sleeping. Let it go, Ma. Later if this is done let the Goddess wake up. Mama ate yuk." The goddess put the hair dryer on the nightstand. Then take the bowl of porridge that had just been between aunts.

The atmosphere became silent, which sounded only the ticking of the clock and the sound of a spoon bumping into a glass bowl.

"A little more, Ma. Let the power of mama increase." woo Dewi.

"I want to get well soon. The two women who treated me were inversely proportional. The goddess told me to eat a lot so that my energy would increase, without thinking about anything else. While Beautiful, she instead told me not to eat too much, because I also take energy-boosting supplements. If I eat a lot, it will make me excrete a lot of dirt. It turns out he doesn't really love me." Fatmala looked dreamy, her mind kept asking her to talk.

"Mama don't daydream. What did mama think? here's the cure, Ma. After this mama backrest in bed only yes, Ma. The goddess will come out for a while, spread it out. Want to prepare breakfast for bang Zuan, again want fried rice made by Dewi said." the woman then moved her in-laws to the bed in auxiliary aunt.

In the kitchen

"Sorry I'm troubling you, honey." Zuan hugged the Goddess from behind. The girl appeared to be chopping onions and some other complementary herbs.

"It's okay, Bang. No one bothered. His name is also kepengen, yes it must be made dong. It's not hard either. But sorry if it's not good." The goddess blends all the spices.

"Would you use an egg or not?"

"Yes dong, the eggs are half mateng ya."

"OK, ready. Sit there in 15 minutes." Dewi sauteed seasonings that have been pureed, added salt and a little sugar then put sweet soy sauce. Do not forget to add whole cayenne pepper into it.

"Wih, fried rice. It's delicious. I also want to." said Adzka who was neat to go to work.

"Honey, that's for me!" Zuan did not want special cooking for him to enjoy other men.

"Bang, the cooking is a lot. It's nothing. You can't spend it all either." The goddess tries to mediate.

"Tuh, share dong to fellow. Many rezki road rewards. I pray that you will repent quickly." - Adzka's chimpanzee.

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"Aagh ..." the long-haired woman squirms lazily. The sleepiness had actually disappeared, but the feeling of his entire body was aching.

"Duh, the feeling runs out in the thump around my body. Gini is so, old man." Beautifully pecked her neck.

"I have to go home anyway. Gini also does not taste. Not yet a ghost, I have to take care of Aunt Fat. If you eat, I have no problem. But not to help lift too right, let alone have to clean PUP, bathein tente too. Haaah! why not hire a nurse."

The girl lazily entered the bathroom of the guest room. Turn on the shower and let it wet his entire body hoping his fatigue drifts along with the fall of the water.

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Happy reading gaes, jangn forgot to give your comments about this novel othor change.🙏