Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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Still Flashback

Lia touched the phone icon on the top right of the short message she just read.

"It just so happens that Juna has just left, he said of his monthly shopping needs. What's up, son?" ask the woman.

His opponent was like giving an explanation. Followed by a nod from Lia.

"Alright, be careful on the road" the conversation ended.

Marchel hurried to pick up her leather jacket and took her motor contact. Ride the motor faster he thought, and finally he managed safely and quickly at the residence of Juna's parents.

"If it is your decision, yes ... Om can't stop him. Anyway best for you guys." Lia's husband hugged Marchel.

Juna who had entered the house looked at them questioningly. Almost 15 minutes he was there, but his presence was not felt by the three of them.

"What's this about? how Mama cried." Juna was getting closer, his net caught the man who always made him laugh was also holding back crying. Clear liquid had already accumulated in his eye peluruk.

"Marchel, what are you doing? why did you make my mom cry? and ... why are you also ..." The speech was not finished when Marchel pulled Juna's arm towards the terrace of the modest house. Both of Juna's parents let him.

"What's wrong? pain, Chel. Release!" Juna was uncomfortable, Marchel's grip was so strong, the man seemed to be holding back emotions.

"Sorry!" he said after arriving at the terrace.

"What's wrong?" juna's voice grew louder, he could not bear to see a sad person let alone cry.

"Sit down, I want to talk seriously." Juna also according, with the contents of the head that is still full of questions, the lady looked deeply at the owner of the pharmacy where she worked.

"This is my promise, this morning." Marchel gave her a velvet blue box, Juna almost picked it up but she undid it because Marchel pulled the box back. Then Marchel opened it, and a purple-eyed ring was placed inside. Take the ring.

Marchel put the ring on Juna's middle finger.

"Middle finger, Chel?" the girl throttled.

"There's no romance, Ih!" continued again.

"This is a sign of our friendship. This expensive loh. Your ring finger is special for your wedding ring later." Marchel said with a smile. Juna knitted his two eyebrows.

"A-pa her mak-sud?" Juna really didn't understand, why would Marchel say that, instead of Marchel marrying her right?

"Where is the hape?" Marchel stuck out her hand.

"Yes here!" Marchel took the phone, unlocked it by facing the screen in front of her face.

"See this." Marchel opens an app that records browsing history.

"The date is set, and this is ...." Marchel opens the album, looking at one screenshot.

"Calculator?" Juna remembers the number listed on the screenshot photo.

"That's it!" inner Juna

"You don't sacrifice yourself just for the happiness of your family, the happiness of me and my mother. Jun, I've been promising ever since, the moment I gave you the wound. I was wrong, I don't appreciate your feelings. And now I've made it up to you. Be happy. I'm fine, maybe my soul mate will be a pretty girl, not a girl like you." Marchel tried to smile.

"You still can't forget that damn doctor! go, look at her mother. If you need to be the nurse, they just happen to need someone who will take care of and care for the old man." Marchel continued to speak

"There's no buts. Beautiful is not a good girl. She's engaged and is getting married this year." Juna heard it in disbelief.

"Where do you know? don't talk."

"I even met her future husband yesterday. Don't ask much more questions, pack your things. And this is the gift I promised you this morning." Marchel showed me one plane ticket in his hape.

"First flight, don't stay up fast get some sleep!" say that man again.

"Chel ...." Juna is sobbing. Guilt lodged in the recesses of his heart.

"I love you first, and I love you now and until anytime. I talked about this to your parents too. If that time in Islam was called khitbah, today I cancel everything. You're free now, you're not a woman in someone else's arms right now." Some clear liquid fell.

"Hugs may, Yang? kiss her?" Marchel smirked, Juna stomped her feet, crying in laughter.

End Flashback

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The sun is still hiding behind the clouds. The occasional thunderclap rang out, Juna had been inside the taxi at this time. He stared fixedly at the second largest city in Indonesia with a feeling of relief, relief.

Pa, Juna's in Medan. It's been otw to her mother Adzka's house. Please pray, Pa. I hope you get well soon, if papa has time for Juna's samperin there, Pa. Nebenh is home. Hehe

The short message was sent. Last night after Marchel came home, Juna told his father everything. Rudi can accept the decision of his former candidate who failed it.

I'm already in Medan, how are you? Was your flight fun? greetings to mama. Thanks, Brother.

Juna sends the message to an extraordinary man who is willing to sacrifice his feelings only to make amends for mistakes he made in the past.

That same night, after returning from Juna's house, Marchel flew to the land of the rising sun. Much better for now, he thought. And it's time to move on.

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The atmosphere that afternoon was so quiet. The aunt who helped clean the house seemed to be cooking at night in the kitchen. The goddess and her in-laws were in the back garden. The men still did not go home to work.

A girl slipped out of the guest room. Walk like a cat who wants to pounce on a lizard.

"Where are you going, Non?" the aunt who saw him asked why the girl who had come and stayed at his employer's house for a few days had lifted her suitcase.

"Shhhhh!" beautiful index finger was in front of her red lips.

"Not to be!" said again. The girl was always sniffing at the housekeeper. Beautiful also upholds the problem of status that cannot be carelessly blended.

The girl managed to get out of the big house. The taxi he ordered was waiting in front. Half-running Beautiful carrying her mini suitcase.

"I'm glad I just brought you!" he hit his mini-suitcase.

At the same time the white car entered the yard, Adzka who caught the strange gelagat from her mother's favorite girl was directly down from her car.

But Beautiful has entered the taxi. The yellow car left the house at high speed.

"Yes! Goddess!" Adzka ran in, immediately met the Goddess who was pushing Fatmala.