Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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Drizzle down all day, the scent of laziness struck. With a thick blanket Juna is still on the mattress, even though the clock is almost noon. Sleep on? no. gabe. His eyes were full for the night. He was just fantasizing, putting together a list of jobs and a strategy to be a good wife.

The window that is deliberately opened wide makes the eyes freely catch the water that continues to flush like flour that is being sifted.

His phone rang long, a sign of an incoming call, still in his position Juna felt the nightstand next to him.

"Have I not reported this afternoon!" his grunts, but his laziness was lost when the name was printed on his phone

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother." said in a voice that was stelted in such a way, hopefully not found out if I was like this, his mind prayed

"Jun, are there any other items you want, son?"

"No, Ma. That's enough even too much." Juna retorted. Until now he still felt clumsy if he had to talk to Fatmala even though it was only from the phone.

"You're! don't worry if you want something. Next week we'll drop this off. Does your father have any other requests? oh. .. yes, my son. If the problem is tight, is there a special fabric color as a wrapper?"

"Yes, Mom. Juna was thankful for that much. A tepak? let Juna ask papa, Mom. Later in the afternoon, Juna will be told."

Their marriage was less than a month. According to the customs in the area of Juna stay, after the application procession or engagement there will be a term to usher in shopping, North Sumatra Malay tradition. The bridegroom's family carries all forms of gifts that they sincerely give, usually in the form of a set of clothes along with their insides, dowry, and also others. There are also those who bring a closet plus a mattress for the bride and groom.

The new bride, all her belongings must also be new. That's how.

Juna lazily came out of his blanket, like a kangaroo cub that had just come out of the bag of a female marsupial.

"Aargh!" Juna squirms, straightening his muscles that feel stiff. Walking towards his mini balcony, holding rainwater and rubbing the rest of the water onto his face. In both of his eyes.

"Save water!" said passed.

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"Well, how do you wake up so fast, son? sleep there again. Still tonight." Rudi who was still wearing her work uniform looked at Juna from under the stairs.

"Oh, it's still night? Hah .. I deserve to still be so sleepy." Juna turned her body, about to return to her room

"Hihihi, Papa." The girl quickly turned her body, went down the stairs, hugged the sturdy body of the aged meat.

"Girls wake up at this hour! shy dong!"

"It's not every day, Pa. Just today. Yes, Mother!"

"Yes just today. Tomorrow it may be the afternoon." Cindy scrambles Juna's hair.

"Eh, where are you going? mother is beautiful. Why is this clock at home?" The eyebrows are interlocked, Cindy has been neatly dressed with a young orange-colored hijab.

"You go to her relatives' house, Mother. Stir up!" answer Cindy. Juna just formed a doughnut on his lips.

Rudi cleaned himself, while waiting for Cindy and Juna to talk on the porch of the house. Wejangan demi wejangab always get from the soft-hearted figure.

"Suami is number two after God, if we may worship other than God, then the answer is yes to the husband." Juna just nodded in understanding.

No need to use an umbrella, Juna closed the gate with rain. Although drizzle, but if it lingers will be wet too. His activity he stopped because the ringing phone again sounds long.

"Well, is it time for a report?" his grunts approached the cell phone he put on the terrace table.

"Gee!" disbelief saw the name on the flat object.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mama" he said trembling, full of longing.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, unfortunately mama how are you?" the voice from across there was so soft it sounded.

"Mama, Juna kangen ..." The girl is now sobbing. There was a pain in part of his heart, a feeling that could not be explained. There is also a sense of longing and guilt. Since Juna came back to live with his father, not once did the girl call or just ask Maria if only through a short message

"If you miss why not come here? Mama missed you too, son. My mother heard the happy news. Jun, did your mama approve of you? you have to make sure, if until that woman hurts you again, I'll bring you here again." It looks like she's on fire, the blood ties don't flow at all on either of them, but that genuine affection just flows

"Mama, God willing .. Mother who proposed at that time, Mother was good, Ma. That time, there was nothing wrong either. Everything you said was true."

"You're! too good! yes ... how else. Mom prayed for your happiness, son. Be happy."

"Mama ..." The voice was so soft, it was like something was stuck in the throat

"Hm, yes, son."

"Did mama bless Juna?" that word sounds nervous

"Whatever to your happiness, dear. Mama's blessing to you. You know, Jun. Disappointed that you're canceling being mama's daughter-in-law there must be, Lia told me everything. But a soul mate cannot be forced. Marchel's happy too, it's time for your turn." Mary smiled happily across the street

"Thank God, then, Ma." There's curiosity, what's going on with Marchel right now, whether he's found his love! but in the words, there is no right to be alone about the man, prayer from afar for his happiness may be better.

"Yes, Mama's going back. Juna keep eating, son. Want to be a bride must be more beautiful, Okay" the call ended, the burden that was immediately present when Maria called him, now it's gone with the news about Marchel's happiness, whatever it is.

Not yet he had time to enter the house, the sound of the fence being pushed made him see. The bespectacled man was already standing there with his sweet smile.

"Good day my future wife" she almost shouted, making Juna shake her head

"Wear it all!" he said he put his body back in the terrace chair

Beep Beep

Adzka got out of the car, carrying two packages of food.

"Let's go in!" he said he was carrying the food, as if he was not the one who was visiting.

Almost closer to the door lips, Juna pulled the dark blue shirt that Adzka was wearing until the man stopped his steps.

"Papa sama is not home!"

"Continue?" adzka's forehead is wrinkled

"Don't go in La's house, just eat outside."

"Where to eat on the terrace, where it rains again, not good to damp!" the doctor reasoned

"Yes, get in there! I'm waiting here." Juna plays his phone.

"Eat together, Come on." Adzka momentarily spoiled

"Darling, we are still not halal. What people say later, there is no muhrimku at home. Fiancee does not mean half halal. I don't want anything to happen that I don't want to."The gaze of Juna who dared to stare at the brown bead eyes of her future husband is now bowed by meu.

"Yes okay. Ii'm sorry. Let's just eat here. Can you get me a drink?"

"Well, Den ... just a minute." Juna stood up

"Darling! not Den, feeling auntie, huh?" Adzka smears a smile

"Yes, honey ... a moment yes." this time the girl did not want to look for trouble, according to him it was better

"June!"

"Yes ..." The voice was soft but the girl's teeth were tight when she answered it, just as she stepped foot had to stop again

"So who called? your number was busy!" the question is like a public prosecutor

"Oh my God, this man!" juna's grout in the heart

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