Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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Like the slogan Guest must report! Juna always grumbled in his heart, if it was morning, lunch hour, night until before going to bed he had to reply to a short message or even a phone call from the man who was going to be her husband.

The night grew blacker, the moon was covered in clouds. When all humans sleep in their sleep, the sweet girl in the wraparound mucena still remains in her position on the prayer mat.

"O Allah, make all our affairs easy. Make this the best for the servant." The tears could not bear. Not dismissing indeed, the possessive nature of Adzka makes him always upset, accustomed to being free without restraints even from parents though, making him always uncomfortable. However, if asked the heart actually she likes the nature of her future husband who is very jealous.

In different places, one human child figure was also in his position. With a beautiful hook wrapped in his athletic body, the man raised his hand to say a word pleading to God that the woman of his choice would really be his wife in the world to heaven.

There is no place to ask, a place to complain, that makes us feel happy and calm, but to the substance that creates.

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Three months passed, Juna was getting ready to become the mistress of Adzka. The habit of the man to always 'kepo' makes Juna seem accustomed. Through the clock usually no message entered into the flat object of hers the girl felt her life was less than perfect.

Like today, only this morning Adzka gave the news. Sending a picture of her on duty wearing blue clothes complete with her mask, making the heart of the girl more racing.

4 Months to halal, pray I can give the best for you. Have you started loving me?

The caption that Adzka always includes makes Juna's thin lips curved perfectly. Her cheeks blushed, making mother tease him.

"Duh, there's this miss!" Cindy saw her son staring at the smart thing in his hand. Still with his next hand holding the spoon. Yeah, that girl is eating right now.

"Who is missing, Mother!" Juna thunts,

"Don't be proud, if baby says baby." Cindy patted the shoulder. He sat down next to Juna. His homework is getting reduced, even almost all the routine work that must be done by housewives is done by Juna all.

"Udah master! Your cooking is so good, baby." Cindy bribed her food.

"Don't mock, Mother. Mother's cooking is much better than this."

"Bun ..." With the girl's promise to call her mother, Cindy answered by focusing her net.

"Why, Honey?"

"How come there's no news, Bun?"

"Yes call dong! queried. Or maybe he was busy. He'll be news later."

"Hehehe, shame on Mother. Juna was embarrassed to call." said the girl timidly, making Cindy laugh.

"There's no harm! the one on the phone is also her own fiance. You guys are gonna be legitimate soon."

Tung ting!

"There's a guest, Bun!" Juna got out of his chair, rushed to the front door, impatient to see someone out there. Maybe that's the guy he missed.

"Yes, one minute!" Juna opened the door, his smile lost seeing the guest in front of him. However, his smile back he presented to the hijab girl who began to show her distended stomach.

"There's a bumil, come in! coming in!" Juna holding the arm of his sister-in-law, the girl's head was dizzy staring at the car belonging to the Goddess.

"Only?"

"Yes"

"Why is that?" search Goddess.

"You want me to be with Adzka, right?"

"No! who said!" Juna.

"Where are you? I haven't been long." The goddess prevents Juna from leaving her.

"Jun, let's go with me to the mall. I want to eat chicken penyet Jakarta. All the clothes, your clothes have been a lot of narrow." without asking for approval from anyone Juna immediately agree to the invitation of the Goddess.

"I'll get the bag first." Juna passed by leaving the Goddess on the sofa, passing Cindy made the middle-aged woman ask, what will her son do. Juna also cheerfully said he wanted to go with the Goddess.

"Tell Adzka first, fight again." Cindy's advice, several times he knew the two were always quarreling if the prospective daughter-in-law was jealous.

"No need, Bun. He's not telling me." Juna kissed Cindy's back.

While circulating her gaze around, Juna climbed up the stairs walking with the Goddess who was next to her. The woman was like a bird that had just come out of its golden cage. How not, usually he had to keep his image because he went with Adzka. Don't dare lyrics here and there, because it would be a long story if the girl did it.

"Happy, Neng!" said Goddess

"Haha, yes. You don't usually go with your sister-in-law. Issh .. mercy. If I could just tell nduk continues with him, haraam lyrics here and there." Juna shook his head.

"But you like it, right?" said the Goddess mockingly.

"Hehe, yes. A little!" Juna took Dewi, entered the restaurant that had been desired by the pregnant woman

Juna only ordered a drink, as it was still full. Another thing with Dewi, he was greedy eating a chicken penyet Jakarta full of cremesan on his plate.

Juna's eyes continued to circulate sweeping the entire corner of the restaurant, suddenly the figure that had just become their ingredients seemed there with a beautiful girl laughing.

Juna blinked his eyes, occasionally assisted by his index finger.

"Yes, it was him. It's worth not counting." His eyes began to glaze over. The shadow of the failure of marriage danced in his eyes. Maybe six months made him wait too long.

A forced smile made the Goddess pause her meal.

"Why, Jun?" The goddess also circulated her gaze, a little surprised to see the glasses man

"Adzka! who is he?" Dewi noticed who was the girl next to Adzka, her face was not visible, because the position of the girl turned her back to them.

Juna got up from his seat, draped the bag he had placed on the table.

"Jun wait!" said Dewi prevents, but Juna is getting closer to the table Adzka.

"The message has no news. Apparently here! cool yes two-duaan. Pantesan I was always on the lookout where I went must report, it turns out this is the reason. Afraid fear!" Juna glanced at her future husband's girlfriend.

With her eyes getting hotter, Juna ran out of the restaurant. Running in a direction that he did not know where the end was, what he definitely wanted at that time was to go home!

"Stupid! you moron! I shouldn't have let my feelings get bigger. Fortunately, I asked for 6 months to marry him. If only I had agreed to marry a week after the engagement I would have seen this scene after he became my husband. Hiks .. hiks!"

"All men are the same!" Juna remembered what Marchel had done first, wiping his rough tears and blowing tissue with his nose a clear liquid also filled the thin object that had always been the guardian of his bag.

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anyway want up, sorry if this episode is crunchier than usual 🙏😅