Trapped in the Love of Brondong
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Fatmala pov
"The more I come here to understand, it's not wrong my son can't fall in love with the girl of my choice. Actually I also don't know for sure why I can so believe Beautiful can be a good wife for my son. Ah ... no! a good daughter-in-law exactly. I should have chosen based on my son's taste, not my own. Who will marry and live a married life Adzka. I'm wrong! It turned out that this pain was deliberately given the power to open my eyes. I am thankful that it is not too late. Go then! go far, don't come back here."
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Fatmala blinked her net, from a distance she saw the girl who was walking around like a thief hugging a blue mini suitcase.
The middle-aged woman saw it from the transparent glass that was directly connected to the living room of their house. From the back garden, Fatmala could see it clearly. That girl is nothing but beautiful.
The third day of Beautiful's existence in the house, the middle-aged woman felt scratched in her heart. The words he heard from the woman who was always sweet in front of him were painful.
"Nyusahin anyway. I also want to rest." said the girl when the beakbaya woman in her care asked for a drink with a hand gesture code.
The man who was still wearing his identity suit ran to meet Fatmala and the Goddess.
"What's wrong?" Goddess caught the tense face of Adzka
"Is it beautiful to steal something?" tanya Adzka also, he took over his mother's wheelchair.
"Stole what! It was beautiful in his room, it was a shower permit. So we're changing, from morning he's taking care of mama." The goddess preceded them, opening the door to the guest room that was not closed.
"Nwm ... It's beautiful! It's beautiful!" The goddess opened the bathroom door. No sign of life in any corner.
The goddess opened the wardrobe. Sure enough everything was empty, with no clothes left. Mini suitcase that is usually beautiful put in the corner of the room is not visible.
"Nothing!" said Dewi.
"There is none! Lovely to have gone before I saw him take a taxi. But why is it like carrying away something like that, the movements are suspicious. That's why I asked him if he stole anything!"
Tung Ting!
The bell rang several times. There was a presence behind that door. Aunt who was still in the kitchen seemed to run to open the door.
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With his trademark smile, the handsome man got into the car, threw his body on the chair and leaned his head covered in a hat.
"Watashitachiha ima shuppatsu shimasu, right? (we're leaving now, sir).
The question was answered only by Marchel.
He reactivated his phone, checked the incoming messages from his smart thing. Her smile revealed her ginsular teeth, a short message from Juna made her feel calm. But he didn't reply to anything. Block that number.
"It's better" he thought
Marchel then called someone, his face looking very serious.
"Please make sure you take good care of it. I wouldn't hesitate to bomb your residence if you and your family made her cry!" he said it was full of emphasis.
"Ready!" said the man from across there. Marchel sighed, opening the photo storage folder. He erased all his memories with the skinny girl, leaving only one last photo of them when he drove Juna to the airport a few hours ago.
"I'll keep this one. I love your cheerful face like this. Fine there. I'll be fine here too. I promise."
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