Trapped in the Love of Brondong

69

The coolness of the water gives the effect of freshness to a clean white face that has just touched ablution, Juna looks still wearing sneakers, the slender body bent to make her hair fall into part of her face that is ayu.

As soon as Juna did it, it was not good with Adzka who was waiting in a standby car in front of the mosque fence with a car engine that had been lit.

Without saying anything Juna was sitting next to the driver's seat, the car was driving at a speed that was delivering the woman to his residence.

"You hungry?" Adzka erased the silence, the brown-eyed bead occasionally looking at the girl next to him.

"Lumayan." replied Juna then

"We'll eat first." Adzka immediately launched the action.

"Eh, don't do Doc. Mother's most cooked. Later mother angry, already tired of cooking I even eat outside." Juna shifted his sitting position, trying to explain his unwillingness to linger with the man who some time ago had made him miss.

The man reduced the speed of his car, picked up his flat object and pressed the call button. A moment when the voice from across there had answered, Adzka spoke with a bluetooth headset attached to her left ear.

"Hello, Mommy. What's mother cooking?" adzka said, the voice from across the street was like answering the man's question.

"What does the mother want to bring? want some rice? or martabak?" exclaiming Adzka was still in a phone call, Juna only linked his two eyebrows.

"Did he call my mother?" said the woman inwardly, her eyes staring out the window looking at the many culinary merchants along the way.

"Mother is not cooking! mother even asked to bring food." said Adzka while removing the tool with from his ear.

"Ha! meaning?"Juna stared with a question, "True ..he called my mother. Ih, this kid is-just about it!" Juna grumbled in his heart

"Then let's eat. Cassian worms in your stomach, thrashing like that still say only pretty hungry! it's Dzholim's name!" Adzka again looked at Juna with the same gaze as before.

"Yes, Mr. Ustadz. It's up to you." Juna threw his breath rough, not knowing he had to refuse under the pretext of let alone. The man next door had a thousand ways to make him linger nearby.

"God! what is this smell!" Adzka closed her nose as Juna breathed out violently. It made the girl embarrassed and annoyed.

"Where is! my breath smells good, Doc." Juna exhaled in his left arm, then sniffed his own arm.

"The hungry man is the smell of his smell!" Adzka shook his hands and closed his nostrils.

Adzka stopped his car at a roadside tent stall. Along the road ahmad rivai, a variety of culinary there, ranging from various types of cakes such as bamboo putu, sarabe, rolled omelette, painting, pinch cake to layer. If the food weighs satay, somay, boiled noodles medan, fried noodles, rice sit pecel catfish until lontong night. Just choose, as long as there is money guaranteed you will not starve.

Adzka's choice is definitely the one that smells of sambal. Pecel catfish rice is his choice. Adzka sat down followed by Juna who was still thinking about the smell of his mouth.

"Param aja's. I don't like Lele." replied the girl holding her chin up, staring around the crowded young couple, understand this Sunday night.

"When did you not like Lele?" the man knitted his eyebrows together, but there was still something I didn't know about him. Thought

"Since birth, Doc. Hehe" Juna replied grinning. True indeed, Juna did not like the moustached fish.

"Hm" Adzka raised his eyebrows then stood over the long bench they were sitting on. Meeting the seller is better felt the man, than having to wait for the waiter to come, see the number of buyers who also want to be served immediately.

Adzka came with a plate of fried chicken and a plate of fried tofu, each accompanied by sambal placed in a small container like cigarette ashtray.

"The rice will soon be delivered" he said putting the two plates in front of Juna, the girl looked sad because of the attention of Adzka who was willing to become an impromptu waitress.

"Why did the doctor bring it? What else to take?" Juna stood up to go to the food rack where the owner put the dish on the table.

"Udah just sit down. It's coming." Adzka pulled Juna's arm back to sit down. Sure enough, the young woman came carrying a bowl of warm rice along with a plate of vegetables followed by a man who brought grilled Nila fish. Adzka thanked the girl, showed her a sweet smile, making the girl misbehave.

"Smile for everyone, but your heart don't!" suddenly the dangdut song verse that hits in the 90s ringed in Juna's ear.

They also began to eat the food, while occasionally talking. Juna did not need to issue his mandatory items because Adzka had ordered the sweet black liquid specifically to the shop owner, who happened to use soy sauce with the same brand.

"So he said he wanted to eat Lele, what would Nila be?"

"There are people who don't like Lele, so I ordered Nila. Instead of eating both void, it is not fun. People want weekly nights too. Look at them, on the friendly right, not envious? I want that too. Don't let Lele all fail." Adzka grinning. Rarely did Juna see the handsome doctor's behavior as it is today.

"If you're jealous why don't you just bring your girlfriend Doctor?" Juna answered the origin, while bribing the rice that still feels warm.

"Huh! Basic insensitive. Think dong, you're the special guy! even tell him to bring the others!" inner Adzka, his appetite is reduced.

"Why stop Doc, eat him?" Juna saw Adzka who put his hand into the bowl filled with water, people said his name was a cowboy.

"Suddenly not taste it" said Adzka not spirit. Juna even laughed to see it made Adzka's mood again increase to see the girl's laughter.

"Why laugh!" Adzka pretended to frown, hoping that the girl spoke sweetly like the couple next to them.

"It's okay, Doctor. Funny, suddenly no appetite? obviously Doc, noh ... Stay a bone!" Juna pointed at the fish plate which indeed left only bones.