Trapped in the Love of Brondong

92

The sun stings with heat. I saw Adzan finished his reverberation over an hour ago. Juna had just finished some time, with the apron still attached to his body, the girl was eating her food alone.

The presence of Bi Sumi was quite helpful, although he did not hesitate to keep intervening, but for cooking things Juna did not want to compromise. Everything that goes into her husband's stomach if at home must be the work of his creative hands.

"Bi, let's eat here!" take Juna, the housekeeper who served dozens of years with her husband's family nodded. Bi Sumi accidentally Adzka invited to work at his home, because Dewi and Zuan now live with Mama Fatmala and Dewi also invited his household assistant.

The lunch was noticeably warmer, Juna did not consider Bi Sumi as a maid, but rather her family. There is no distance between employer and worker.

"Non, look at the hape! isn't Adzka coming home for lunch?" ask bi Sumi carefully

"Mas wants to meet his friends, Bi. He said he would eat there later." Juna's disappointment could not be covered.

"Well, don't you eat?"

"Windows, Bi. After all, Juna is not sure he can be comfortable eating with his friends, Mas. I don't care, Bi." The question mark in the middle-aged woman's heart was answered already, it turns out that her new employer is not so confident.

The doorbell rang, bi Sumi who wanted to get up from her seat immediately stopped Juna.

"Auntie just continue eating. It might be Juna's friend. Juna asked me to get some clothes at papa's house." Juna stepped towards the door.

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Almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Adzka's car entered his yard. The handsome doctor chose to sit in the gazebo in front of his house, enjoying the breeze in the hot sun towards the afternoon. Tried to call his wife but still no answer from there.

Adzka looked at his room on the second floor, not too up his head because the gazebo was quite high. Adzka was surprised to see a faint white figure from behind the open curtains of the room.

Deg, Adzka immediately turned his face away.

Fifteen minutes later, Juna came out to meet him with a gray tunic in black pashmina mix making the girl even more sweet.

"Why don't you go in first, Mom."

"Hm ... It's good here."

"I can't wait to see Silva!" juna said, making Adzka glare.

"If you like it, baby!" Adzka stroked the head covered in the hijab.

Both of them are now in the car, Adzka is running his car slowly.

"So I met Momon at the crossroads. Was he here?" tanya Adzka, because the woman's ojek became a subscription to Juna during work first, Adzka became familiar with him.

"Eh, yes. This shirt was dressed. I asked him to help me get it in papa's house."

"Ooh." Adzka only ber oh ria.

"Later the Goddess, right?"

"Hm, there seems to be. Why?"

"Alhamdulillah, it's okay. Maybe a friend we already know would be better. I'm insecure." Jemari Juna look at each other, sometimes even into the cavity of his mouth just bite the tip of the nail.

"Why is that? where is Juna who is always confident!? you know what, honey. Among all the women I know, of all the achievements they have. You're so much better than all of them." Adzka stroked Juna's hand gently.

"The humans are all the same, Yank" his smile made Juna's heart thump irregular.

"This is what it's like to fall in love over and over again" the girl murmured inwardly

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Adzka was seen eating together with his friends, occasionally heard laughter between their meals. The food is almost the same type but a different name makes Juna tasteless to just taste it.

"Not seen, Jun?!" said Dewi who has since noticed her sister-in-law.

"Brand, Dew. Before leaving I ate first." replied Juna.

Juna continued to watch her husband who looked bright, his laughter so loose. Dewi and Juna and one of their friends again chose to separate themselves a little, Juna because of his inferiority, and, Goddess because of her weakness that is increasing-plus the number has stayed waiting for the birth day while one more person is busy chasing her son who seems to be good at walking.

Of course Silva became a creature that caught Juna's attention. That girl looks perfect.

"He is Silva. Accelerated child as well." Dewi guessed where Juna's view was headed.

"Udah know!" Juna continued to play straws in his juice glass.

"Something is Jealous!" The chin-backed goddess, her smile makes Juna anxious to land a pinch on her cheek that increasingly looks like a cabi.

"Wrongly yes!"

"I don't know what this name is! but I don't like it, my husband is comfortable with other people." Juna leaned back.

"Must be careful, really. Silva is the person if you already like someone unyielding before you can loh." Dewi transformed into a stove mother.

"Try it if you dare!" juna's horn seemed to come out, making the Goddess hold back her laughter.

The atmosphere of the cafe is getting crowded, live music continues to sing the strains of jazz music, making Juna's sleepiness more and more.

"Oh yeah, I'm so sleepy. Go home, Dew."

"Yes, I'm tired of it too. I didn't want to come, but yeah. Afraid to say arrogant. Come on." Come on."

After saying goodbye to Niken, Dewi's friend who also looked tired following her active son they both left the cafe.

"You sure you don't want to get permission from Adzka first?!"

"Yes, I called. Afraid disturb!" Juna smiled wryly.

"Here's the car keys, scared me. Ntar loe tabrakin my car. Bad people are forbidden to drive!" serkah Goddess

"Loe's still strong, brother? loe's stomach, don't pinch my pondering."

"So, just calm down." Both got into the car.

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At the house of in-laws, Juna still felt awkward. Since Fatmaoa regained consciousness and healthy again the girl did give distance, although her status for 6 months of engagement was only occasionally he visited the white house.

"Mother!" kiss Juna, the warm embrace of the mother-in-law made her forget her regret for her dear husband.

"You guys together? Where's adzka?" Fatmala.

"He's busy, Mom." Juna sat next to Fatmala. Mother's call felt more comfortable for her, Fatmala also did not mind her.

"There's a jealous one, Ma. Juna was afraid of Silva's charms replacing his position." Goddesses chuckling. The seat cushion floated right on the face of the Goddess ayu.

"Issh, you bar-bar girl. Silva is not gini. She's gentle."

"Ah, noisy! Ibuu ...." Juna imprisoned Fatmala for empathizing with her, but her father-in-law shook her head.

"The Adhan's prayer, let's pray it all!" Fatmala immediately moved, the sound of Adhan stopped all human activities to give a moment to complete the obligation as a good Muslim.

Juna stared at the reflection of his face in the mirror. Ask yourself, is this really the thing called jealousy! the heat in the chest makes his eyes also turn red.