Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The marriage procession has been completed. Men of Javanese Malay blood have now legally married a beautiful woman named Indah. Now that the reception arrived, all eyes were now on them. Like a couple who do not want their offspring to decline, they are a beautiful and handsome couple.

The two walked together towards the pelaminan, both Pramono's parents, Nia's parents and Nia's beauty were behind them.

Nia looks beautiful with a hijab that remains attached to cover her hair. The happiness of loving does not have to have had it applied. His sincere smile made the pair of eyes so fascinated, staring at the girl who had never taken off her hijab looking down embarrassed.

The two human children who approached the two brides spread their smiles. The shaggy man hugged the groom.

"Congratulations, Bro. At last. I kept my promise, right! look ... I also brought my girl. It's prettier than the girl next to you, isn't it?" her god, made the Beautiful who heard her smile.

"Beauty is relative, bro. But why do I feel like this woman you're carrying doesn't fit the picture? were you fooled into buying it?" Pramono.

"You think I'm shopping online! what I showed you at that time was not this one." the man also whispered.

"Well, change it! you handsome ass." The cheerful face turned a little cloudy, "The story is long, Bro. So take care of bae bae people pu soul mate." said his lirih.

"Wahaha, in the residence pasang-sanyange iki ceritone." Pramono patted the shoulder of a friend he had on a plane with.

"When I tell you. I'm hungry! congratulations again to you." Pram took back the outstretched man's hand, and hugged him.

It's not Marchel's name if you can't get along quickly with anyone. His personality is supple and cheerful, making people who only know him for a few hours, so no doubt to join familiarize themselves.

His athletic body this time is not wrapped in a hoodie jacket but tuxedo, his mandatory clothes he revealed temporarily to look perfect in front of everyone. He's not alone this time. A sweet little girl was with him.

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"What are you doing?" juna's heart trembled looking at the name on her phone screen. Yes, Juna still has the doctor's phone number.

"Just sit around! why?" That afternoon, Juna was sitting on the terrace, looking at his collection of sun-stung flowers.

"Ask, you want to know what my Arjuna is doing!" the voice from across there made the girl's heart beat even more.

"This is how it feels ...." Juna bit his fingers.

"I'm a snap, we're having lunch together."

"Wooh! I've eaten, Doc. Fifteen minutes ago" instead of dodging, Juna had just finished eating. Although the clock still shows at 11:45, because the girl was only at home struggling with the kitchen and other homework, making her quickly eat the food she had just cooked.

"Eat what?"

"Fried patch of tempeh shrimp, mushroom soup mixed with vegetables." Say the girl in detail, "Ih, what the hell!" Juna.

"Are you lying to me?" the voice began to rise

"meaning?" Juna also did not lose raising his voice

"Are you eating out with someone else? isn't that the outside food menu?" the glasses guy continued to investigate.

"Oh my God, what the hell. I can cook that food too! it's even better than restaurant cooking!" I want that girl to turn off her phone, block that number.

"Correct? then wait for me! I'll be there in 15 minutes." Adzka's smile expands.

"Basic! mode!" Juna turned off the call, stomped his feet, went inside the house.

"Wa'alaikum hail!" Juna with a sharp look opened the door.

"Where's mama?"

"Mother to neighbor. Want to meet mom! let me call you." Juna was about to step outside, calling the mother who was helping at the neighboring house. It just so happened that the neighbor across the street was being patched up. In the housing complex where Juna lives is still very concerned with each other. When there is an event each does not hesitate to help.

"Friend me eat first! I'm hungry." Adzka pulls Juna's hand, the girl just follows. His face was transfixed, there was a desire to brush away the hand that was tightly holding his fingers at this moment. But, there was another sense that made him want to stay that way.

Juna prepared a warm white rice that he just took from the rice cooker, a bowl of mushroom soup with various vegetables, and a plate of shrimp chili.

"Ih, this is so spicy! did you eat it?" adzka's eyes are perfectly rounded, he who is so fond of chili just the spiciness of what else his future wife is.

"Is there still raw shrimp in the fridge?" the man continued to ask, but the previous question was still not answered.

"It's over. Just bought half a kilo."

"Then we buy again. I'm gonna spend this. You get ready. After this, we walk. You can repeat the cooking with a less spicy taste." Adzka poured all the shrimp on the plate.

"Loe mode! it's bad!" Juna muttered in his heart. Still in position, not wanting to move a bit.

"Wait for what else? want to go then? I'm not a problem." Adzka saw Juna who was still wearing a T-shirt with knee-length jeans.

"Males!" the girl thaws

"Can't go, malesan. Assalamu'alaikum." said the middle-aged woman approaching them.

"Mother!" greet Adzka who still craves to eat his food.

"Did the cooking, Ka?" said Cindy

"Banget, Bun."

"Yes, but not at all times. I'm cooking again" Juna stomped his feet, just wanted to cry.

"So no ah!" Cindy looked at her son with a smile.

"Yes mother lived first yes, mother has not prayed. Oh yes, Brother. Later if so go, mother tip buyin cooking oil ya." said the woman, the voice of Adzan just finished in I cast.

"Yes, Bun. Beres!" Adzka immediately replied, making Juna more and more senewen.

Although I have to use various styles, I will do it for the sake of always seeing and being with you.

Adzka*s*

"Balat lah first, I went to the mosque for a little while we walk ya." Adzka washed her hands in the sink, leaving her dirty dishes on the table.

"Yes already!" Juna is still throbbing while cleaning the dining table.

"The guy likes it all! what if later married, what is the nature of this commandment will be worse! oh ... noooo!"

"When you're my wife, you'll be happy, God willing." Adzka came back to pick up the car keys that he put on the dining table to make Juna peck at the sweet words of the doctor.