Trapped in the Love of Brondong
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Sometimes a promise is the sweetest lie.
"Stuck in Love Brondong"
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"Slicing, Tet. Where to buy this breakfast?" Marchel was still eating the food she loved.
"Where does anyone sell this delicious breakfast. If there is also definitely me who will be the seller. I can't believe my cooking is delicious!" Juna crossed both hands.
"Hm" Marchel finished one more loaf of bread.
"Enak right? don't forget there's an appointment."
"Yes yes. I'll give it tomorrow. A special gift for a special person." Marchel looked at the girl before him with the sweetest smile Hope the girl loves him.
"So curious, what the hell, Chel? the lattice is a little." Juna stomps his feet. Curious is what he hates most.
"There's. Just wait for tomorrow." Marchel closed the lunchbox, removing the remaining mayonnaise on the lip.
"What's tomorrow?" muttered Juna, his heart seemed to be misty.
"Oh yeah, she said she called. But you didn't lift." Marchel turned on her laptop.
"What yes? I was in a hurry to get to him. Bang ojeknya I asked speeding. I can't see the phone." Juna recalled his crazy stunt that almost replaced the motorcycle driver because the girl felt she was more skilled at speeding.
"Why should that be? I am usually not afraid of being late. I feel like a wife who has a pharmacist she said." Marchel seduces.
"What the hell. Who said that? I was in a hurry because of this. The cold will be less steady."
"Just appreciate my sacrifice, boss!" continued again.
"Just calm. Everything is set." cried Marchel.
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"For all!" the long haired girl already looked fresh and neat
"Morning! I'm just going to my room, Ndah. Kirain is still sleeping. Mama nyariin loh." greet Dewi, the only friendly man in the house. Zuan and Adzka are now enjoying their breakfast, the two are silent as if they do not consider the existence of the beautiful girl.
"Hello the men! I've taken care of your mama, at least be a little friendly!" It's beautiful to feel so upset.
"I went to auntie first" Lovely also left the dining room.
"Feed first!" Adzka came up to him, just a moment ago he had finished his breakfast. Carrying his briefcase and passing before Indah who both want to see doctor Fatmala.
The woman was stunned, not just him actually. A couple there looked at each other. Zuan with his flat face, while the Goddess kept a smile.
"Did I not hear wrong? he told me to have breakfast. I can't believe this ... Is this the form of his attention?" beautiful Heart feels like a fireworks party. Blast happiness
"Begin this attention, doctor. Has Adzka moved on." Goddess inside.
"Don't tell me you're starting to open your heart! I don't agree with this matre woman being my sister-in-law." Zuan just kept grumbling. The short message sent by someone included a photo of the woman who was very dear to her mother, making Zuan more sure, Beautiful is not good for his family.
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The morning has gone
The sun is no longer shining
I don't know when
'I remember about you
'I just kept quiet
Grasping
All yearning
Calling your name
Every night
Want you to come
And present in my dreams
Longs
And time will answer
My meeting and your
Till now
'I just kept quiet
Grasping
All yearning
Calling your name
Every night
Want you to come
And present in my dreams
Longs
(About Missing, Virza)
Marchel looked troubled, her eyes staring at the velvety blue box above the nightstand. He took the box, while leaning his body on the back of the chair.
"Tomorrow you will meet your owner, may you feel at home there" said the man as he took out his contents.
"My promise has been fulfilled, I believe this is the best" he said encouragingly to himself.
The long ringing of his mobile phone made him have to immediately call that just keeps ringing it.
"Yes, Ma" he said after scrolling through the green picture.
"Is Juna with you, son?" the voice asked from across there.
"Oh yes I forgot. Last time Juna's mama was on the road. The pharmacy did not remember to call back. What the hell is it, Ma?"
"It's okay. Mama just misses. Did you just bring him here the day after, Chel?"
"Mm .. don't do it, Ma. Not good with the doctor. He would have been wrong again."
"Misunderstand what? that means what, kid. Mama doesn't understand. What do not-don't ...."
"Udah, Mama don't second-guess. Mama just focus on healing Mama, okay." said Marchel closed the conversation.
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The night was getting late, Dewi and Indah left Fatmala's room. Their guarding time was over, now it was the boys' turn to stand guard.
"I went to sleep first." said Beautiful, his eyes already look cute.
"Yes, good night." The goddess has also been stricken with drowsiness once in a while seeming to yawn.
Beautifully splashed onto his bed, that slender body seemed to miss that big size bed.
"Hadeh, my bones fall out. What a matter, do you not know that your mama is heavy huh! Just now Adzka began to respond to me, it could be a good sign right. Maybe he feels indebted because I took care of his mother. But no ah, I do not want to continue to be the elderly nurse. If he will recover, if his whole life is like that? I must have spent a lot of time taking care of Aunt Fat. Noooo!Anyway I want to go home." Beautiful already spell with his decision, in order to clean some clothes he brought. Tidying it up in her little suitcase.
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Juna was now inside the plane, his eyes looking at the vast expanse of sky from the window.
"May this be the path that thou shalt walk, Lord." The girl gradually breathed, staring at the man next to her who was asleep.
"Make it for everything" he said softly.
Flashbacks.
A motor stopped at a simple house with flowers on its porch. The man in a leather jacket with a helmet covering the entire face went down from there.
The helmet is simply placed on the bike, then step steadily to meet the host.
"Assalamu'alaikum" he said after the door opened, the middle-aged male figure who opened the door looked at him with a curious look.
"Sit down first. What the hell is it?" said the middle-aged woman sitting in the living room, she was just as curious as her husband.
The man in the leather jacket started the conversation. They all seem very serious. I don't know what they're talking about. The middle-aged woman seemed to be crying and hugging the handsome man.
"I promised to make her happy, didn't I, Auntie. Happy is not with me." The man wiped his tears.
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Afternoon gaes, happy reading. Flashbacknya we continue tomorrow yes. Thank you for helping me edit the words that typo ya manteman. Your dear 💕💕💕
