Trapped in the Love of Brondong
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The rest of the rain water is still puddled, the leaves still look wet. As the prayers went on, the tears continued to wash over. It is sadder, even more sad than facing a body whose life has gone.
A true friend has passed away in the lap of the Divine, gone quietly, gone home in a state that is fine even died in the holy land.
No one knows when God will call us back. It is not painful to be sure even the opposite. These are all his secrets.
From behind the curtain of the white curtained room, Juna stared pus out the window, occasionally the rest of the rain still dripping from the roof of the simple house. The room where Juna is currently, also bears witness to the determination of the sweet girl who has left the world.
"May God put you in His best place, my friend."
"Are you happy I'm like this? look, Mil. Since I visited you the other day until now I still use the hijab, yes. But, good for beginners." A smile rose from the corner of the self-talking girl's lips.
The young pink-hijab girl hugged each other, both of them were both crying but their smiles were as if they were sincerely accepting everything.
"Pray my brother, Jun. Forgive the mistake." said the bespectacled girl in a broom
"Surely, he has nothing wrong. I'm a lot wrong with Mila." Juna wiped her tears that kept flowing.
Adzka and Erwin approached them. With a soothing smile the man invited Juna to come home. It was late afternoon, not today's reunion memorable in memory, but the departure of a dear friend who left the world for good.
The white car drove at a moderate speed, leaving the funeral home.
"When that's so good, Juni."
"That's fine, Doc. Baiiik, that's a lot." Juna wiped his eyes that fell without in the ink
"God loves him more, who is sincere." Adzka stroked Juna's right arm gently.
"Yes" Juna pulled his hand.
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Three days before the wedding, Juna looks beautiful with a blue hijab. Successful study event conducted. Expect the riddho of the Divine and the blessing in the marriage that will come.
"Why hasn't he come yet?" the girl chokes, the video call featuring the face of Lia who is still in her office.
"Sorry, Honey. Mama's work must be completed. Mama will definitely come at your wedding. Promise."
"Eh, yes. God willing, dear."
"Now both papa and mother first yes." the voice softened, hoping that the girl would no longer sulk.
"Yes. Yes, Juna helped a few first yes, Ma." Juna ended the call after saying hello.
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"Ok, steady. Thank you for giving me your best work. It suits my taste." The handsome doctor gave me a brown envelope.
"What is this, sir?" the middle-aged man was astonished.
"Bonus, sir." Adzka patted her shoulder.
"Thank God, thank you Doctor. Then excuse me first."
"Yes, sir. Don't forget to come, sir. I've got the invitation, haven't I?!"
"Already sir. God willing me and my family will come." said the middle-aged man politely.
Adzka went around, looking at all the plants that already looked lush. A smile of contentment adorned his handsome face, revealing holes in both of his cheeks.
"Finish!" with a happy feeling he drove his car back home.
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