Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The eye was still not closed, probably because he had slicked his sleep after the maghriban. He took her flat object, scrolled the contact list and called. Some time the call was still unanswered, a few minutes later, "Assalamu'alaikum." The voice from across there was so fresh, it was not like a person who was disturbed in his sleep.

"You haven't slept yet?" the girl in gray pajamas frowned.

"You see what time it is! I'm even awake. It's still on the prayer mat, you're bothering me with my Lord." the voice from across there whispered.

Juna looked at the small clock on the nightstand, scratching his head which was actually itchy.

"Hehe, I can't sleep! Uh, but I slept through Maghrib." explained the woman

"Teruuus?? that's enough, think about your health Junaedi!"

"Yes Ustadzah, tomorrow I will sleep regularly!" Juna forms the letter V with his finger.

"God willing!" the voice from across there confirmed.

"Eh, yes, mama. God willing." the girl laughed crisply.

"Miles!" the call was answered with just "hm" from across there, maybe right now his best friend is folding his face.

"It turns out this is what it feels like to be proposed. You first? can't you sleep like this?" The girl blushed, her cheeks flushed.

"Well! wha what?? who proposed to you? is she okay?"

"No joking! I'm being serious about this!"

"Hahah, don't bring up the status of an innocent man, Jun. All the widows mentioned. Seriously, who is the big one? what's that doctor's bitch?"

"Yes, exact guess!" Juna laid down his body, the flat object still stuck to his left ear.

"Allah, God, at last! I'm so happy, Jun. Good luck until 'H'! when's plan?"

The talks ended ten minutes before dawn in the area where Mila lived. When her husband woke up and prepared to take a shower, the phone call ended.

"You should prioritize your husband later too" Mila said before the call was actually over.

Juna closed his eyes, a few minutes passed and finally fell asleep. The dawn Adhan woke him up, maybe just a few minutes he was drifting in his dream which he himself forgot how the story was.

With a lazy step, the girl took her towel. The shower will keep your body fresh. It didn't take long, the girl came out with a towel wrapped around her body.

"You're home!" at once the girl rang the words of Adzka, her future husband.

"Hm .. Just put on that shirt. It's not going anywhere." The girl went back into the bathroom, took the clothes she wore from last night.

The happiness he felt last night, though not as perfect as his dreams still made him smile himself. Standing staring at his face in front of the mirror, his hands were moved to give a peach-colored polish to his lips. His hair that grew longer he just let it wither away.

The book he snatched from his mini bookshelf he brought down, he didn't really like to read. The book was actually just a diversion of his memories that still could not move on from the incident last night.

Asma Nadia's novel entitled Sakinah with you, even makes her smile more alone.

"Geez, I'm why."

The bespectacled man was eating his morning breakfast. One glass of milk, two slices of bread that he gave chocolate jam and strobery jam had gone unnoticed.

"Chocolate in the same mix of strawberries where good?" Zuan stared at Adzaka's unusual behavior, usually the man was anti with strawberry jam even though the color was similar to his favorite food but he never wanted to touch it.

"Something unusual in uniting if God wants everything will be possible, the sweetness of chocolate coupled with the sweetness of strawberries sour, will connect by itself." Adzka took a sip of water that he just poured in his milk glass container.

"Whatever! understand the kasmaran." Zuan scooped the warm white rice and added the side dish. The man excitedly finished the dish in front of him.

Other than the Goddess, the woman only ate fresh fruits. Rice disgusted him, fortunately he could still eat together at the dinner table.

"It doesn't matter, Ma. Pregnant women eat fruit?" Zuan spoke with his mouth full.

"As long as the Goddess eats, healthy food, especially fruit, God willing, will be nothing. But it's still to be tried, honey. Fish, vegetables are also needed for the fetus and also the mother." Fatmala stroked the goddess's flat stomach.

"What was it when you were pregnant like this?" ask the Goddess to know.

"Composed!" fatmala's smile expands, trying to stand without the help of others.

"Ma!" the three people surrounding the dining table spontaneously stood up like they wanted to catch something falling from above. His three children were afraid Fatmala would fall.

"Mama can do it! you don't have to worry about that." Fatmala is proud of her two children plus her first daughter-in-law.

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The waiting time was just counting the days, the woman who was in the beauty salon came out with her face still covered with a mask on her entire face, leaving only the eyes and mouth circles untouched with the murky white mask.

"Why are you coming here!" said the girl with lips that could not be opened wide, fortunately her future husband understood

"You said, don't go to any salon. Can be care at home, stay on the phone everything is fine. Fuck up! are there any other men you want to attract?" Pramono looked angry, with the hand he folded forward.

"Let's go home!" the word is like a commandment that can no longer be denied. Even to wash her face Beautiful not given a chance by her future husband.

"Get in the car first! let the mas take the bag." Pras immediately understood when his future wife wanted to say something pointing at the door of the salon.

"I love you so much! I love you but you dare play with fire behind me. Just be careful if you dare to repeat it again!" Pras continued to curse in his heart, entering into a fairly large room. All eyes looked at him with fascination.

Inside the car Lovely continued to frown, his face which was still rigidly covered in a mask made him embarrassed to glance at the glass that was before him.

"Why?" Pras spoke without seeing the girl.

"You wash your face" said the spoiled girl

"Not do that. It's pretty!" with a smile, Pram remained focused on driving.

"Mas ... This is uncomfortable, Tuh ... on the fall right." the mask cracked a thousand, falling dirty on the inside of the car.

"Haha, rasain. That's why don't be reckless, be a good girl." Pramono clasped Indah's fingers tightly.

No matter how smart you keep your story, I'll find out sooner. I'm lucky Bude wants to tell me the truth about you trying to double up.