Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The girl in dress with part of her cloth dragged to the floor was staring at her reflection in the mirror that was very large in size.

His smile could not be hidden. "Hows it? is Mba Juna comfortable with this?" said the woman who always inserts flowers in her hair.

"Do I need to be reduced again? I think it would be better if it were like this. You'll look slimmer." the woman put the piece of cloth behind Juna's waist.

"Mm .. no, Mom. I want to be like this." replied Juna, the woman who is always called mommy was also accepted.

Juna's mobile phone rang for a while, incoming message notification of course. While lifting the dangling part of the cloth, the girl took out her dress which she accidentally placed next to her mini-bag.

"Surely she! no, no, no wrong."

"Still long? I'm in! I want to see! you're beautiful, aren't you." The short message made a curved line on the girl's lips.

"Doctor's just there. It's over soon! calm down. I've been beautiful from birth, want to wear whatever remains beautiful anyway." the message was immediately sent. Making the man waiting in the other room sigh rudely.

"I can't wait, God! why are some days running so slow" he said after putting his phone down, taking the fashion magazine under the table, flipping through the pages in no direction.

"Dok, Come on." Juna said goodbye to mommy Ane, carrying a papperbag bearing the name of a boutique that is quite famous in the city

"Have finished? Come on." Adzka shook hands, and gave an invitation to the woman who was part of the important guest of the mother.

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A woman in a wide headscarf was waiting for her husband who was at the reception desk. With her face growing paler the smiling woman looked at the handsome man who was faithfully accompanying her.

"Come on!" said it. "We will do a re-examination, we are directed to the doctor ... what was his name?" the man read the paper in his hand.

"Doctor M. Amir Shah, Cancer specialist, Sub Radioteraphy" he said again.

Examination as when in Indonesia yesterday was done again, Ct scan, Mri and others. Once the hospital procedure that must be carried out before they see a doctor who will deal with the disease of the hijab girl.

Mila's hands were sweating, her face was pale, not from enduring the pain, but from excessive fear. As if not ready to receive the results of the examination that will be described by the doctor in a moment. Could it be that the result will be worse than the previous result?

"Please sit!" the doctor was friendly.

"Don't be afraid! I'm not fierce!" the doctor spoke in English.

"Okay, after I read the results. The conclusion is slightly different from the existing results from Indonesia, Qodarullah adek

Adek ni is now suffering from brain cancer, stage II. There are two ways of treatment, the first is surgery, the second is with Radiotherapy."

Quitting! Mila had been preparing mentally for a long time, facing the reality of the moment. But theory is easier than practice. The second choice of solution from the doctor will he do, may God give him the best.

Her tears were deliberately hidden even though her husband would be understood if it was seen.

Not a Muslim is afflicted by disease or the like, but Allah will abort with him his sins like a tree that leaves his leaves

Hadith History of Bukhori Muslims

"I'm sincere, God." As great as the shadow of a child who still needs his affection, husband, parents and friends appear in memory.

"Juna doesn't need to know I'm here. Soon she will be married. I won't give him the burden of the mind."

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A graceful, beaked woman got into her car, smiling kindly to the driver

The quiet streets made them arrive in front of the PPAT office which read the name of the very woman he knew.

"You just eat first. This is! Later pick me up at 3 pm, here." said the woman clearly, the driver named Andre was nodding to receive some money.

Mary renounces her intention to visit Lia's house, and changes her destination address to where she works.

"Good day!" as Maria opened the door, Lia greeted her with a warm smile and hug.

"How are you, sister." said Lia after the chipika-cipiki

"Yes, here it is. Getting thinner. But thank God, may it really be healed." his words were immediately amenable by Lia.

"Self? where's Marchel?"

"He's at home. Marchel didn't know I was coming here either. Lia, I want to talk seriously about what happened between Marchel and Juna. And where is my beautiful son? I've been home for a week, but he's never seen me. During that time I missed him so much. His phone number was suddenly no longer on my phone, Marchel asked, saying he was also missing because the time left for Japan when the gap fell and broke. I feel something is strange" said Maria so seriously.

"Hm .. mba, Juna has returned to Medan."

"Here, Mba." Lia gave her phone, showing the pictorial message that Juna sent her a few days ago.

"Invitation?"

"Yes, Juna deliberately sent this. Try reading the message below the picture my son sent me."

Ma, I'm so happy. Finally Ma, I'm finally really going to be a wife. Just a few days, Ma. Mama should come a month before the contract.

"Juna's getting married?" the question was followed by Lia's nod

"Alhamdulillah, who is that lucky man? but why did those words like he ever fail? did I miss something?" maria's eyebrows, only a few months living in Japan, seem to miss something important.

"Actually this is it, brother!" Lia told me everything, from Juna who received Marchel back until the girl waited for official reassurance from the Marchel family who never contacted her and finally.

Maria understands now, why suddenly Juna's phone number disappeared, Marchel changed the phone all with his number, for months his son was moody like he had no spirit of life.

"If Marchel had told me everything, I wouldn't have wasted it. That day I'll come to propose." There's a sense of annoyance in the pretty woman's heart

"That's it, brother. If not a soul mate how else." added Lia

"Huh, that's right. If not a soul mate wants to be forced anyway still will not be able to mate huh. Then I ask for Juna's phone number, miss my time." mama Lia gave it to me.

Before Maria put her phone to her ear, Lia stopped her.

"Eat us first, brother. I ordered the food, my staff said the driver just dropped her off."

"Oh, yes. Eat us."

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Mila is in the "strength of heart" yes manteman, but there are also the same story 😉