Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The atmosphere of silence, the clockwork sound clearly makes the drowsiness deeper. Unlike usual, the sweet girl was drowning in a dream before midnight. Next to his pillow flat objects accompany. Waiting is the most boring thing.

If it is not new to feel

His presence is precious

The verse of the song is right, everything is wrong. Notice the anger in cuekin what else! women are hard to understand. Continue to wait for the message and even enter as usual, but the results remain nil until the girl is asleep in her dreams.

Birds greeted the morning, the sun began to rise. Juna was ready to start the morning, with his body still wrapped around a towel, a flat object that still contained the power he held.

"The prestige price rubs down, which is important heart peace." he lamented, his finger dancing on the kyboard.

"Good morning, may this day be better" he wrote, including a smiley emoticon.

Like being free from the rope that binds his entire body, his feelings are plugged in, before long his hape notification rang short.

"Aamiin, may this day also be better for sister." her net perfectly rounded reading the call addressed to her.

"Sister?! why am I the one called sister." grunggutu, his fingers re-typed the sentence to reply to the message, but the pencil logo marked 'x' in it he press.

"Ah, let. Brother was the sister." he muttered undo the intention to retaliate.

In a different place, the clanking of spoons and forks that fell on the floor made the middle-aged woman only be able to shake her head.

"So excited, son" said the woman withholding a smile

"Hehe, mama is like never young." replied the bespectacled man with a shy smile.

"He sent the message first, right?"

"That's what you want, actually you used to be angry because of that. Juna is a good girl, you are the outrageous, beggar of love. Mama doesn't like you that way. Behave as it should. Don't be like his slave. It could be that your woman feels uncomfortable being too noticed like that." Fatmala spoke long, then continued to eat.

"So, Ma. Try it." Adzka let out a rough breath.

His heart refused, but there was a point as well. All this time, even after his relationship with Juna was engaged, only this time the girl sent a message first.

"You love each other, it's just a different way to love her. Be patient, just count the days anyway." Fatmala greeting greeted with a nod of her son. This morning was quiet, there were only them and the aunt who cleaned the house, Zuan and Goddess had already returned to their home the past few months, she said, and maybe in the near future the two of them will return to live here because HPL Dewi is near.

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The shoulder-haired woman in her sleeping pajamas was seen still busy with a pile of invitations scattered on the bed. Sometimes he yawns because the clock is about one in the morning.

He opened his glasses and placed them on the nightstand next to his bed. Take his gawai, check the messages sent to his best friend.

"Cock hasn't been countered, huh? but it's been read. He is not usually gini. For three days he had no news. I'll call tomorrow!" said alone. Lying his tired body next to the scattered invitation.

Two hours later the alarm on his phone went off. The woman just let it go. The sound of the door opening, and the clattering of steps approaching.

"Sister, the alarm went off. Wanna wake up or go to sleep again? I want to be a wife, wake up hard, sister!" said the woman.

"Yes, Mother! Five more minutes, yes." said Juna who was still lazy to open his eyes.

"Hm. if doctor Tirta knows, his future wife is lazy like this, it could be canceled. Not married!" said the woman called Mother. Change the name of the doctor of the prospective mother-in-law with the name of the doctor who is currently viral.

"Wildamah! find it again later! there will be another doctor!" said Juna who is currently sitting with laziness.

"Obviously the habit! No need to be sweet!" Cindy held the chin of her firstborn. Although she is only a connecting mother, but her affection is sincere. Cindy leaves behind Juna who is still sleepy. Juna took his Hape to see the message he sent but it was still unrequited. He pressed the icon with the phone handle.

"Never-be this fella, turn off the hape. Why are you Mila? I don't feel good!" Juna tried calling a number that read HUSBAND MILTUL.

tuuut.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum" said Dzaki

"Wa'alaikumsalam, bang. This is Juna bang, Mila's friend from school! remember, bang! Is there a Mila bang? how not to reply my chat from last night, ah. not even last night. Four days is the same today. Bang out! How are you quiet, brother?" Mila raised her voice saying Halo as much as she could until she got an answer from her opponent, the field's logic instantly thickened again.

"Just a second! I'll call you later." replied Dzaki whispering.

"Why.. why also nan...."

tut.. tut...tut. disconnected calls.

"What's this brother, maen shut him down!" Juna threw his toy into the bed, walking towards the bathroom. The dawn service was completed a few minutes ago.

In the hospital

"So, is it still a long time inside?" Dzaki knocked on the bathroom door.

"He-it!" said Mila.

"Mas, come out for a second! There was a phone call earlier, it seemed important!"

"Yes, Mas. No papa. It can be alone!" said Mila who looked very fresh this morning.

Dzaki came out of the room, walked a little away, approaching the chairs in the corner of the room. Looking at his device, he called back the call that came into his device a few minutes ago.

"Hello!" answer the guy from across there.

"Hello, this is Juna!"

"Yes la, Bang! I just called her. Oh... Yeah, where's Mila bang?"

"If you are sick, please pray, Juna. Now that we're in Penang, Mila is radiotheraphy here. Four days ago he dropped. So it has to be hospitalized here."

"Well, why don't you tell her!" juna's voice was shaking.

"He won't burden you! Juna's wedding will be a month away, he said Juna thought!" dzaki

"Ah, there's only this Mila! like someone else was for me. From last night, I felt bad! Make up, bang, already want to know me" said Juna hang up his phone.

"Well, I didn't feel good from last night, apparently why the hell did I know you were sick! I don't want you to seem to be praying. Just watch out for you, I'll catch your head later!" Juna dropped his suitcase from the top of the closet. Put some clothes, mukena along with her small prayer mat. Juna glanced at the wall clock, it was six at least ten. He forgot something.

"Gosh, I haven't prayed at dawn!" he said, immediately running to take ablution back.

This morning prayer, so solemn. Do'a as sincerely said from Juna's lips, expecting the healing of his best friend.

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sorry for the long uploading of manteman, this part is also in the "strength of heart" yes. Don't forget likes and comments, don't just read by duang hehe,