Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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By the time Ashar's two pairs of Adzka's in-laws had left their home, Rudi and Cindy returned home while Lia and her husband had to go to the airport. Lia's return makes Juna's mood change instantly, the feeling that was once so happy is now turned into sadness.

"Mama said there were three days here ..." whine Juna, ait his eyes fell one by one.

"You want mama so, son. Not good with my mom. Mom forgot that she had an appointment with him. Please understand, mom, son. I'm sorry your mama, who always disappointed you." hug Lia, she cried too.

"We're taking ya, Ma." bargained Adzka

"No need, son. I ordered a taxi. It's close he said, isn't it, Dad!" Lia looked at her husband, replying with her friendly nod and smile.

"Nlant, Juna. Happy for our son!" said the father in Adzka's arms, patting his daughter-in-law's back.

"So good wife, son. Obey all your husband's orders." the middle-aged man's message. Juna kissed the back of my father's hand.

Juna continued to look at the silver car until it was no longer visible. The large house became silent, the heartbeat of a wall clock the size of a closet in the living room sounded very clear.

"Get in, Yuk." Adzka invited, Juna followed behind him.

"Mandi, Yank. Maghrib soon. We eat out."

"Hm" Juna simply replied with a throb, his sadness has not gone away

"Eh, but .. I don't bring change, Mas." Juna.

"The body is in the closet. Just look." Adzka ordered, the two of them went to the main room

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Tent stalls with images of several different animal species are their choice. Duck and grilled Nila became the menu they will eat tonight.

Although roadside stalls, but the buyers are not only from the bottom. Evidently the crowds of cars parked along the road, there are even those who do not get a bench to eat.

"Rame yes, Mas. Do you come here often?" juna asked, the location of the stall was right next to the mosque where Adzka prayed Maghrib was.

"Lumayan, if you want to eat grilled fish, come here. That's why I told my sweet wife to order her menu first. So we don't have to push. Adek sitting sweet here, mas finished praying we just eat deh."

"Eh, mas biasain called it adek ya. It's nothing."

"Whatever you have." Juna's smile expands.

A pair of eyes from a distance of several meters continued to pay attention to the movements of the husband and wife. Until he felt sure that what he noticed about half an hour ago was true.

"Geez!" the woman approached their table. Stretching out his hand, Adzka greeted him with furrowed brows recalling the figure in front of him.

"Silva!!? oh my goodness, pangling me. When's home? it's not like you work in Palembang. How to be lean gini, diet loe." Adzka and the girl named Silva kept talking. Juna shifted her seat more to the left, so that Silva could come to sit, even though she had to let her husband side by side not just with her.

Like old friends who have not seen each other for a long time, both drift in the past story. Juna felt like a mosquito repellent this time. With a heart that feels strange the girl spent her duck with her spicy sauce that she did not touch at first.

Sweat filled his forehead, the hijab he was wearing became damp on the smooth part of his face. Spicy chili red blushing it removed with the heat and sweetness of warm tea.

After the food in front of him ran out, Juna turned to tilapia which still left a lot. No matter with her husband who is increasingly cool in chatting, Juna also finished the dish as well.

Adzka who occasionally stole glances felt strange at first. However, his lips forming a crescent moon saw his wife behaving in an unusual manner.

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"Mistake it yourself, already know can not eat sambal the bike, why in the meal? Not that it was soy sauce in a bag!" Adzka who did not have to sleep first chose to play his phone. The school group he had just joined was so crowded.

"Bantuin buyin medicine or kasi drug what is cake. Said doctor! His wife was sick just in helping prayer" he slammed his body sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Medicine's up?"

"No!"

"Certainly? why not drink?"

"The medicine's in papa's house!"

"O" Adzka continued his activities.

"O Only!! issh ...." Juna went inside the blanket, covering his entire body.

"Basic stupid! what was that feeling? silly ... already know chili is your big enemy. Even two plates! Juna .. juna." grunts him in the heart. The bed part felt moving then the sound of the door opening, making the girl in the blanket even more upset.

"Basar is not very sensitive to be a husband! hiks .. hiks" Juna is getting sobbing, between holding back the stomach pain that is wrapped around or even his heart that hurts.

The thick white blanket was opened, the figure of a handsome man standing with one glass of white water and two different colored pills.

"Come, eat the medicine. I got off this medication. Order your time in the toilet." The dimpled man smiled warmly.

"Jealous?!" adzka said he received an empty glass.

"Who is jealous?!" Juna slept on her back.

"Eh, her husband is still talking on the back!" Adzka got on the bed. Positioning himself in front of his wife.

"Hayoo, aren't you jealous right?!" adzka's laughter was so crisp, there was a sense of victory there. Juna covered his face with a pillow while shouting.

"Y!!!"

"Oh, no, yeah. Kirain!" Adzka took back her phone, sat leaning against the side of the bed.

The sound of the notification that continued to sound made Juna panted, with her eyes still closed she took the flat object of her husband.

"Hape from earlier! there was still less of a meeting he had with who was his name, Silva! call all of you, meet again." Juna chattered, his eyes were still closed.

"It's not wrong to be jealous, look at her husband's stickiness with another woman! his wife realized, if Silva is beautiful, sexy, both doctors as well. I want anything!" again, this time his voice sounded dull

"What hell! my wife is much prettier, sexier. I don't want anything else, honey. I just want this one!" Adzka pulls his wife's nose. Intimidating hugs Juna can't refuse.

"As easy as it is to be attracted to someone, it is impossible to be willing to be upset all the time when you go and decide to accept Marchel. Believe, baby. Just you!" Adzka kissed Juna's forehead for a long time.

"How many days is it? still long? How many days is it usually?" Juna understood the meaning of her husband's question.

"Day 4, Mom. The duration is not certain. Normally 7 days. But a few times, I've been up to two weeks. Like that time, that's why I met Mom."

"Two weeks, baby! jesus!!" Adzka patted his eel.