Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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Knowing you in love makes me excited to live the day and time to go forward and succeed to get you, will never be replaced by anyone. Only you can make me willing to be a servant in your life.

It may be wrong .. but it happens

My religion beats my ego

May God take care of you

Until we unite

Adzka, Trapped in Brondong's love.

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Long-sleeved blue t-shirts combined with matching color jeans, hair on the cepol and glasses framing the sweet girl's eyes pushed the trolley unfilled, only a few products that are commonly seen on television and the most important materials that he must have a month.

While waiting in line, this anti-social woman was just downcast, playing a game that was being watched the last few months.

"Where?" this message appears on the screen above, hastily Juna replied to him spontaneously

"On the market!!" by affixing a lot of exclamation marks

"Well?" the message was immediately answered

"Silaturahmi!!!"

"O" the next message is only one letter, making pain in the recesses of the heart.

"Cuman 'O', not usually." the girl frowned, stuffed her phone into the bag, it was time to meet the handsome cashier in a red shirt.

"Any more, Mba?" greeting the cashier was friendly, but only in answer to a nod, his mood immediately received ugly letters like a donut earlier.

"She told me to be uncomfortable, she cuek koi I'm kayak gini." question after question dwelling in the soul, while putting on a helmet Juna still just sing her thin lips.

"Don't pout that, brother. The beauty is gone." said kang ojek subscription.

"Ah, noisy! soon after, it's done too." he said patting the woman on the shoulder, chuckling at his classmate while the elementary school was running his bike.

Elsewhere

The smile on the smooth white face, "I try as much as possible, will make you comfortable. If the way has to be like this already, go for it." even though from the deepest heart of the man feels that this slightly indifferent nature is not him.

This lunch was so different, there was no Juna by his side. "Hm .. I'm even used to having lunch with you." a bowl of chicken soto and white rice is on his desk, affixing a lemon juice with a vanishing appetite.

The flashback

"A fight again, Ka?" a soft voice greeted from across there after saying hello

"Yes, Mother." sounding softly interspersed with a little laughter

"You guys! mother does not defend anyone. You are both stubborn! Ka, loving it doesn't have to be that possessive, and most importantly don't love the creature too much than you love your God. Anything excessive is not good, son. Mother knows, Adzka is afraid of losing Juna again right! but now the status is different, you are engaged, God willing Juna can take care of his heart. Juna is also not odd his son your position is safe just calm." heard the sound of a seasoning smoothing machine

"Mother is cooking?"

"Hm .. according to Adzka? so early in the morning try not to cook."

"Juna, isn't there?"

"If you guys fight again gini, let alone cook .. take a shower Juna ogah-ogahan" the sentence was interspersed with laughter

"If that's what Adzka knows, Bun. Indeed, the mother's daughter was slovenly late."

"Hahaha, I really like you. Well, I'm sorry to interrupt, Mother."

"It's okay, son." The call was over, a long sigh crashing a little rough on the head.

"There are, hopefully after marriage adem ayem until death separates." said the middle-aged woman said a prayer

Flashback off

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Still with a bent face, the woman gave the helmet and gave money to the driver.

"Take it back!" still ketus

"Back from Hong Kong, your money's in gini." the woman in the jacket was throbbing

"Once in a while, tie the cake tip, or what it is" he said making Juna curl his lips

"Makasi, Buteet. Thank you for driving me and bringing the bike safely to home. It's a little present for you." Juna gave an invitation that he carried in his bag specifically for kang ojek subscription.

"Yeah .. This is not a gift! even ask for a gift! but it's okay, you finally did it too hahah." his classmate used to talk with teasing

"I just wait for the right person, so as not to repeat the marriage." the reply was getting to the heart of the deepest. Juna is not his name if he cannot win in blaspheming each other.

"Yes, he's gone home!" Juna shook his fingers.

The terrace filled with flower beds looked fresh that afternoon, the heat that was not so burning as if sorry for the green plants that had received soil improvements this morning.

Juna sat her body in a chair, leaving two plastic bags on the floor. Putting her flat in a dark green bag.

"Hm .. nothing." looked disappointed, the phone went back into the bag.

"It's like something's missing" he said, looking at the circular watch on his right arm

"It's half three, sleepy!"

The girl then went inside her simple house, carrying her groceries with the bag she had dropped the origin on her neck.

"Home home, brother!" said Cindy who was sleeping while watching tv.

"Yes, Bun." without stopping, his legs began to climb up the stairs

"So Adzka ...."

"Let's go, Bun. If he asks any mother just answer as it is. No need to go to Juna. Mother on the phone is not me!" he said firmly, cutting off Cindy's remarks.

"Why ask mom! can't ask the same person. It sucks!" inner Juna was angry.

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Sorry for the delay, the author is busy in the real world. Happy reading gaes 🥰

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