Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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Coconut milk soup is given a mixture of mashed spices, then combined with vegetables and vegetables and red and white crackers typical of Medan plus one whole boiled egg already toilet is not restless. White stone plates with luxurious rose paintings around them now leave only spoons and forks.

Two human children are enjoying a hot sweet tea.

"No, Dek?" the man stared at the plate in front of his wife.

"What is the other side? slippery gini!" answer the woman in awe.

"She said she wanted to eat, but not all of her cutlery?" his frequent. The cicada sounded out of nowhere.

"Oh this! the science that is adek has not learned, Bang" Goddess laughed loosely, really a good woman she was. In order to appreciate her husband's crisp joke she was willing to pretend to laugh.

The notification of the short message made the phone screen that the Goddess placed on the table light up, she quickly opened it. His lentic finger danced over the signboards and numbers.

Yeah, come here fast.

Write it in a short message. The woman he once considered a threat is now going to meet him and his family in hospital.

"Lies are not what, so they can meet both, uh .. no, there is a mama kok." muttered Dewi

After the lontong fuel makes his hunger disappear, his sleepiness came, tired increasingly felt by the dentist. Her most understanding husband understood it after Zuan's sturdy shoulders became the pedestal of his wife's head.

"Let's go home now!" Zuan spent the rest of his hot tea that had gone cold, calling the grandmothers who sold the breakfast to pay for everything they ate.

The white car again drove through the increasingly crowded road vehicles passed by.

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"It's so delicious! since when can you cook?" Adzka still enjoy mouthfuls of fried rice pattaya made by Juna.

"Eat first, don't talk when your mouth is full!" juna said without seeing Adzka, he was just busy with his phone. His lips continued to grumble at the lie created by the brother-in-law of the man he was with at this time.

"Why do you have the heart to lie to me Dew, issh .. if you know there's only him here I'd better go home." inward Juna

"Have you eaten?" Adzka rubbed his lips with tissue, the rest of the sauce that Juna deliberately sprinkled on the egg wrapped in his rice still appeared on the lips of the handsome doctor.

"That's here!" Juna pointed at his own lips.

"What?" Adzka was confused

"Saos Dek, Saos .. still stuck on the lips." Adzka rubbed his thin lips rough, again the woman called him with a name that he did not like.

"How's Mom progressing? Did you realize last night, Doctor?" Juna switched the conversation while cleaning up the rest of Adzka's food, rearranging the lunch box that still left two more boxes of fried rice.

"Not .. Please pray." Adzka is still flabbergasted. The mood changed down instantly.

"No, why is it?" still ketus

"Oh, maybe the effect of my fried rice just makes those who eat it lose their smile." Juna grinned.

"I know I don't like it, it's still made!" Adzka murmuring. Juna just chuckled at hearing it. Adzka has now returned to sit beside the Fatmala cage.

"Hahah, sorry .. sorry. So what do I call you?" Juna was still talking about it, seeing Adzka frowning was something adorable in Juna's memory, several times such a moment happened.

"Call me a cake!" adzka said softly but still caught by Juna's hearing

"What!!"

"There's nothing. Do you want to go home?"

"You kicked me out?" Juna who was still busy with his phone stared fixedly at Adzka.

"It's not so! if I could ask for help, could you accompany Mama for a moment? I want to take a shower, my body feels sticky." said Adzka

"Yes right you stink so much! take a shower, let me take care of you." Juna approached the cage from a different direction.

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Juna's eyes swept across the room and stopped at the heart rate detector. Taking his mobile phone, listening to the murottal qur'an might make the atmosphere better. And hope that there will be a miracle for the woman.

On the other side of the arm that had begun to show wrinkles, said softly "Mother is awake, Mother. Open my eyes." she said.

"There are still a lot of people who need Mom, don't want to pet a grandchild, Mom. Dewi and Zuan are married for sure several years in the future Goddess will be pregnant, wah. Her face must be as beautiful as her mother. Juna pray that you don't look like Zuan, Mom. Ugly! his stomach was fat again, and his hobby was sleeping too, ish ...."

"Come on dong, Mom. Wakes up. Is it good to sleep on, Mom?" Juna continued to speak for himself. A pair of eyes peeked out from behind the door with a raised smile decorating her already fresh face.

The two senses of the listener clearly captured the figure of the girl who had continued to speak, as if to answer all the words from her, but the lips were still mute and the eyes were very heavy to open, only the clear liquid that kept falling soaked the pillow that supported his head.

"Why are you crying?" Juna wiped the tear from the corner of Fatmala's eye.

"Do you remember the second time we met. I refuse to call my mother mother mother. I even want to call my sister's mother! The mother is young, still beautiful, do not be lazy gini dong, Mom. Gini lunches are still sleeping. If said mother Juna, abstain from women wake up during the day. Endless with eyes, hahaha ... Do you believe me? if Juna doesn't believe it anyway." the girl keeps babbling, Adzka takes a flat object that turns the murottal qur'an. Adzka.

"Why is it killed?" Juna was astonished and shocked, he did not realize since when the male is finished with his mandatory ritual.

"Kasian mama, confused about which one to listen to. You kept on babbling!" the man's eyes can't see the girl.

"Haha yes. I've heard it said that people who are in a coma can listen to people talk just can't open their eyes and talk. Is that right, Doctor? I just wanted to make my mom scold me. I will, as long as you wake up." the girl looked at Fatmala with a look of pity.

"Yes .. according to the doctor's research. Let's hope it is. But don't make you mad, you want to be mad at your mom again?" Adzka looked at the female kasian his puja, still fresh memory of the treatment of his mother who was wild at that time

"It's okay, just so you know." Juna lowered his head, Fatmala still heard clearly to him, but because of that Juna was grateful, there were no wrong words from the beakbaya woman. Everything he said was true.