Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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"Hello, papa! Juna left for a few days, Pa! Go to the hospital. Juna's friend is sick!" said the girl was carrying a suitcase up the stairs.

"Where's your friend?" a voice sounded from across there, Juna turned off his phone connection. Then press the green icon with the phone logo inside. He typed quickly, then pressed the picture with the logo of the paper plane. Soon the phone rang.

"Have you arrived, sir?" he asked when he had heard the word "Hello" in a flat object attached to his ear.

"Okay, wait!" he said end the call. Spend the bread in his hand and then drink the remaining milk half a glass.

"Mother, Juna is leaving! Assalamu'alaikum!" he kissed the back of his mother's hand that had just come to the dinner table.

"Loh! papa's permission yet, son? If you ask me, what did my mother say? did you tell the doctor the same?" with anxiety Cindy drove her daughter to meet the taxi that was in front of her house. Rudi is out of town right now.

"Already mother! Already everything. Mother just calm down!"

"Where are the sick friends, son? How do I bring all the suitcases?" trying to dig up as much information as possible, afraid that her husband would be angry to let his son go without knowing where he was going.

"To Malaysia, mother! Assalamu'alaikum." said Juna raised his car glass and said "Road, sir" to the driver.

"Geez! Malaysia." - Malaysia." Cindy was shocked to hear the boy's words.

Cindy stared at the yellow car's back. Anxious must have approached him, in a hurry to get into the house. His phone was the main target.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Russia. Juna has a call if he wants to go to Malaysia?" that voice is riled up

"What?! Malaysia, Mother? juna had indeed sent a message to go see his friend sick. But do not know if the sick are there, God. Mm.... Juna left for a long time, Bun?"

"Just now, son. Maybe the cab just got to the post."

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The graceful appearance with the hijab wrapped around the chest gives a different impression to the girl who pulls the suitcase and walks hastily.

Plans were about to buy a plane ticket, but a burly hand in a long-sleeved sweatshirt stopped his steps. Two pieces of boarding pass he gave to the girl.

"Loh!" their beads clashed, a handsome grin from Adzka making Juna drift away for a moment.

"Then you're here."

"Can't go alone, thankfully mother gercep told me. You know, if anyone falls there, how am I?"

"Whoo!! Mommy. Pantesan was very curious. Apparently this! hufft .. let it go." Juna's mind

"Well, come on in, I'll sit down. Tired." Juna pulls up Adzka's sleeves, Adzka's appearance is different from usual, no long-sleeved shirt like at work, jeans and gray long-sleeved sweatshirts are the right choice to lure his future wife.

"Ups! sorry .. sorry." the girl saw the woman next to Adzka

"As how are you? deh kangen. We haven't seen you in a long time."

"Yes" Adzka simply answered, with a forced smile.

"Where are you going?" the girl continued to pry with questions

"As if I've seen one, but where is it?" Juna chose to let the two of them sit on the long chair.

"Oh, yes. I recall. Hm .. instead of her getting married. Where's husband?" Juna dizzy looking for someone who might be able to chat with each other to share emotions see their respective partners.

Adzka was getting uncomfortable, Indah was spoiled on his arm as usual. "Geez, this kid! married but still like a cat. Uh, but why was my future wife in that throat? hahaha .. is he jealous?" Adzka guessed in his heart.

"Where is your husband?" finally, Adzka asked a question

"Beautiful Husband doesn't come, Mas."

"Oh, the pantesan dare to stick."

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The plane is already in the air, at a height of thousands of feet peach veiled girls still with emotions that are also increasing. Although they sat side by side, but a word did not come from the lips of the dimpled man.

"Pake smiles all over again! imagine the real beautiful is not so beautiful." Juna pouted, his heart continuously grumbling.

"Say love, look at the prettier girl just keep changing that way." her mind again, sitting became unsettled. The handsome figure next to him could read a strange gurgle from the owner of the body.

"Why? how come it looks like bete." By propping up his chin Adzka looked at the girl who was wearing the hijab today.

"No, who's the bete. My face is like this!" Juna threw his eyes.

"That was beautiful." Juna's mood changes began when he met the woman, Adzka realized.

"Yes, know! Beautiful yes, as beautiful as the person." the word came out so slowly, but filled with emphasis.

"Lovey Yes. But I don't enjoy it to the mobs. Take it easy, your future husband's heart is locked, and the key is only on you."

"What the hell." Juna pulled his hand, which Adzka was holding, staring out the window with a reddened face.