Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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By using a kebaya or even a beautiful dress with makeup polish, as well as full flower decorations inscribed with the names of the two couples who are happy are all just dreams, no dresses, no dresses, there is no thick powder polish to add beauty let alone decoration or whatever it is. The proposal accompanied by the engagement at once was far from the dream of the girl.

By using gray sleeping pajamas, a rattan fashion ring with one white eye has been pinned by women who some time ago often talk to and even joke in a state of sleep.

Juna's feelings were mixed, tired after a day of wandering around looking for work was no longer felt. Achy feeling in the legs that had been felt as if they were about to break up is now so light that it feels flying.

"Mm .. Can we talk to you, Om?" Adzka slightly hesitated to say that word, the current condition is not like when he used to visit the house.

"Yes, go ahead if Junanya wants to." Rudi turned to look at his daughter who from earlier continued to pinch her arm.

"There! sana! talk to me, Doctor. Out of my hand this coel." Rudi blew his arm which was a lot of pinches.

Adzka first walked to the terrace of the house, Juna followed behind him far away.

"Jeez .. kok gini really tastes, not this Juna. Which original juna is the real one. Juna is so shy!" the girl kept on beating

The bespectacled man sat on the terrace chair staring at Juna who kept his head down, accidentally the girl hit the leg of the chair, a little staggered finally Juna could balance himself, he was sitting beside Adzka, he was sitting, round wooden tables become their separators.

Juna's embarrassment grew, if only his face could be released, the girl had done it. Sure is!

"Aglonema red gold is a lot? not afraid of stealing this?" Adzka opened the conversation, the plants included from the 'queen leaves' section were indeed planted neatly in a white vase next to and in the presence of the man.

"Alright if you dare to steal! I will judge the thief. Don't know if it takes a fight to get it." Juna started to get hooked

"My savings are reduced drastically to buy it." continued Juna again.

"Hm .. Yes who has savings." Adzka showed her dimples.

Instantly the mood returned to silence. Adzka opened his glasses, cleaning the clear glass with a wet tissue that he always carried in his pocket. Then dry it with the tissue available on the table.

"June!" call Adzka Iirih, no words at all.

"Last week Dr. Kevin didn't send you home?"

"Huh?" the girl was flabbergasted, kirain wanted to ask her what her mind was.

"Oh, doctor Kevin .. ooo yes, forget me. Yes yesterday was delivered to the house, at first I rejected it anyway, just because bang ojeknya not nyampe-nyampe ya already can not refuse anymore. Why the hell?"

"That's the last one, I don't like you being close to that ganjen doctor" Adzka said

"He's not weird, he's handsome!" said the girl was innocent.

"Well, if she's married there." Adzka leaned his body on the back of the chair, his arms folded forward.

"Eh .. How is that?" Juna scratched his head.

"If I don't seriously want to get married I just say, why bother to come here bring all the mothers." Juna's eyes have started to tear up, his fear of failing to marry again haunts him.

"Yesterday Marchel was also hopeful, suddenly I had focused on him even though he could not, he told me to go home." The girl grumbled in her heart.

"It's not something you can play around with, Doc. I'm ashamed of it, look what I'm wearing! see my face. Everything is so innocent, it should be an event like this, I should look beautiful. Not like this. Kirain's a serious doctor, apparently not. What's the matter if I'm on the way home with Kevin, I don't know him either, the meeting was just at the doang hospital. Gini elders, if I may ask, I also do not want to marry a widower. I don't think I'm gonna be a person." Juna spoke with stifled emotions, not wanting their family to hear him. Juna cried with his mouth shut.

Adzka felt guilty. For some reason, his jealousy always made him an emotion.

"Sorry!" he said again

"Can you hug?" suddenly Adzka said the word, making Juna round his eyes perfectly, spontaneously shaking his head. Adzka who saw her girl was no longer crying again sat back in her chair.

"I'm serious about marrying you. Are you ready to marry me soon?"

"Mm .. I don't know. You just talk to Papa. If I may ask you to ask for 6 more months."

"Why 6 months?" the man seemed to object

"Yes, there's no. Want to do it." said the girl also 'I'm ashamed to know, later in the said neighbors in a hurry, in case I was pregnant out of wedlock again.' Juna

"I agree! But there are conditions!" Adzka also felt 6 months was enough to give her something she had once dreamed of.

"What?" Juna lifted his chin

"You're at home, learning to be a good wife. Don't swagger. And ... don't work." the words were deliberately in the Adzka pause, putting emphasis on the last word of his speech.

"So, I can't do it. Cook me jobless for life, still fiancee is not allowed to work, especially later if married!" Juna is throbbing, it feels pointless he has a diploma.

"If you don't agree, I'll say Om if we get married next week." Adzka wanted to get up from her seat, but Juna held her back.

"Eh, uh .. yes. Yes indeed. Agree." Juna twirled the ring on his ring finger.

"Definitely bored at home continue." his lips are manyun like donal duck.

"Jelek ah! yok has entered. The night breeze is not bad for health." Adzka's left hand pulled Juna's lips are a manyun, making the girl surprised and spontaneously pat Adzka's arm gratil.

"Don't hold onto not muhrim" said Juna ketus. Adzka stopped his steps that were already on the door lips

"No, not Muhrim! not muhrim!" he said he showed both dimples on his cheeks, making Juna's cheeks blush.

"Mm .. doc!" Juna woke up to Adzka who was still in his place.

"I don't love you yet, but if it's halal later I will try to love you." said Juna stared fixedly at the always looking handsome face.

Adzka smiled and approached Juna.

"No problem! I'll make you love me." she said holding Juna's head to the top, scrambling her hair.

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Haduuuh, othor singing nih gaes. I can make you love me even though you never love me, let time will answer all to you.., hahah, feel happy really I finally step by step towards this halal.

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