Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The handsome doctor's face changed instantly, after they finished eating they were still talking on the terrace. Adzka who felt neglected robbed Juna's mobile phone.

"Look what the hell, I'm here in cuekin!" that guy is such a bitch, Juna grumbled

The flat object features a colorful game screen of the 90's era. Adzka was stunned, breathing slowly.

"From now on, you keep playing this?" that look is like killing. Whether to start when Adzka fought this thick, as if he did not want to share his future wife with anyone.

"I don't like to be ignored! so I was talking about you not listening to me?" the face began to blush

"I heard it!" juna's voice was no less high

"Well! what the hell are you hearing? how can you watch my words while concentrating on this screen!" Adzka pointed out a flat object that was no longer lit.

"I can hear you talking about our marriage, right? and you asked me who called me!"

"Then why do you just answer it with 'hm."

"Ck! my phone should be you hold it, take it home! if you want to know how I'm doing, just ask Papa, mother. The more I get here the more I feel like I have no privacy!" the back of the patio chair bears witness to how emotional the girl was when she slammed her back.

"I'm afraid, maybe after marriage you lock the doors and windows as soon as you leave for work. I can't meet anyone and I can't go anywhere! why don't you make me a cage!" this time Juna spoke without looking at her future husband.

"I deliberately didn't tell you who called me. I don't want you to be angry because I'm still in touch with the Marchel family." Inwardly Juna, there's concern if he's telling the truth. After all he felt Adzka's nature was getting outrageous.

"What are you saying, Jun. I'm like this because I'm afraid of losing you .. again! I don't want you to be in touch with anyone else, let alone someone who's been in your past." Adzka imagined the face of Maria who hugged the girl the other day.

"I know you're close to Mama Marchel! but I'm afraid you're asking me the news, so you're recalling the man, however he was with you even almost had you." Adzka's inner wriggle, after seeing the name listed on the register.

"It's not too late. You just find a woman you're willing to treat like a city prisoner. I'm not the one!" Juna rushed into his house, closing the door loudly, a sound of locking from inside.

"Aargha! why is it like this!" Adzka rubbed his face rough

"Yes, I was wrong. I did treat you like a city prisoner like you said. I'm afraid you're getting away from me again, Jun. I don't want to be left behind again. Please understand, there is no other woman in my heart. I'll calm down after we've legitimately become husband and wife, I promise! I'm not gonna treat you like a bird in a cage, I'm gonna give you the freedom you want. I believe you know the limits for someone who's married." A drop of water runs down the corner of the cheek, the nose starts to turn red, the woman behind the door captures clearly the speech of the specialist.

"Jun, I'm home. Assalamu'alaikum!" Adzka knocked on the door for a moment before walking away from the house, hoping Juna would still hear it.

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White car parked in the yard of a house, the smell of paint increasingly piercing the nose, room after room that still feels very spacious it is getting all completed, all the more, even the garden that seems intentionally made in front of the house has begun to grow flowers of various colors.

There is only one building that juts forward, can be said to be separated from the two-story house. Some people whose hands looked dirty layered with cement dough greeted the men in shirts who came over.

"Don't be afraid, sir. Insha Allah will be ready in time." said one of them, the tired-looking face said with a smile that showed the incomplete arrangement of his teeth.

Satisfied with the result, the white car had left the house. There was relief in the recesses of the heart, but the incident of the afternoon made his gaze seem sad.

Kumandang adzan Ashar made him stop the car that just drove back, the right choice. Has a residence with a large mosque that is only 200 meters away.

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In the morning, the sun began to rise. Humans begin to get busy with daily activities. After you finish drying clothes, it is now the turn of plants that need regular maintenance. Kitchen let Mother take care of! thought.

A little humming with her mediocre voice, the girl was bulging the ground in a vase that was beginning to appear to be shrinking.

"Against the battle with the doctor, brother?"

"Why do you ask that?" Juna masik cool with his land

"Hm .. If you're any more adem, you're still busy in the kitchen at this hour."

"Adzka just called his future wife what she was doing! what's his name if he's not fighting." Cindy now sits on her tiny body

"Sir .. Mother Adzka's sense of reason like that, your love journey is unique, it takes time to be able to step into this level. In addition, you are the only woman who fills her heart, at first you do not believe loh .. but seeing from Adzka's attitude towards you, the story of Zuan as well. Hm .. it is difficult to believe anyway, a handsome and accomplished man like that willingly loves a child mother who is not this much."

"Haha, mom. Your son is beautiful and charming, you see." the girl is now approaching the mother, Juna insisted on putting her head down while hugging Cindy's feet

"Respect every affection that someone gives you, how to convey that affection is different, son. Not everything is to our liking. Loving excessively is also not allowed." Cindy's soft hands gently caressed the child's head.

"Thank you, Mother." those brown eyes looked at the figure of the woman who had come at the right time, when her life was in need of a surrogate mother.

"For what?"

"Everything!" Juna hugged the middle-aged woman.

"H, brother stinks ah. Shower gih!"

"Hehehe, sweating is good, Bun. Just start gardening." Juna grinned

"Yes, this is Juna going to take a shower to go to the supermarket, mommy want to drop something?" cindy's gaze made Juna undo his intention to take a bath a few minutes before Dzuhur prayer later.

"Why what?"

"Monthly shopping, Bun. Juna's pillow is over."

"Oh, yes it's there. But, Heey!! let's get to know Adzka first." Cindy called out, Juna was gone from behind the door.