Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The knock on the door broke the daydream of the straight-haired girl. A handsome male figure appeared from behind the door.

"Mas." he said, the man just stared at her flat without the slightest smile as usual.

"Let's go home!" it is like an order that does not accept rejection.

Juna hurried to put his veil back on. Take the bag and put the hape into the bag that was still charging.

The girl followed her husband from behind. The man went back to silence. When he got to the door, he looked back.

"Come on, what else!" heed

"But not saying goodbye to mom, Mas." somehow the girl felt very scared, never Adzka behaved that cold.

"So I was late, Mama was resting in the room. Come already!" Juna followed him, opening his own car door. Adzka went inside first.

"He why? this time I opened the car door myself! he usually treats me like a queen. Is it not true, Silva has entered his heart. Oh, naw! that's how old my marriage is, Lord." Juna was still in his imagination, as the car horn resuscitated him.

"Close the door, Jun." The voice was no less surprising, an unusual thing after they were legally married.

"That's my name, but why am I sad that she's saying that." Juna was crying in his heart.

The car was traveling at a fairly high speed, coincidentally the road was also empty.

Forty-five minutes passed, the gate of the house opened. Mr. Mukhlis greeted his employer with a friendly smile.

No talk during the trip. Arriving at home, Adzka also directly entered without caring about the wife had gone out or not. Following Adzka up the stairs, Juna continued to dwell in questioning.

"Mas why?" finally the word slid from his lips

"Why go home first?" Adzka crossed his arms

"Mm, yes .. Dewi said he was tired, Mas. Understand being pregnant. I wanted to be the same, but he didn't let me. So yeah, just go home. I had whatshap, Mom." Juna fused his fingers.

"The Goddess said you didn't eat!"

"Yes, Mas. I'm satiated. Before we left, I ate first. I've cooked for you. But after it's all over you're asking me to meet up with your friends."

"June!"

"Yes, Mum."

"What are you hiding from me?"

"I mean, Mas?"

"Surely he guessed I was jealous again right! oh, Juna, why can't you keep it. Why look at it!" he swore in his heart.

"Here!" Adzka patted the padded mattress right next to him. Juna approached with a bowed face.

"Didn't you love me?"

"Huh? she mean? that's a late question, my dear." Juna thawed, but Adzka's cold face never warmed.

"Maas .. I'm sorry if my attitude in front of your friends is unfriendly. I also went home first. But I really feel so low and unworthy to linger near you guys. It also looks very comfortable. I've never even seen that mas seriang." Again Juna lowered his head, the clear liquid was not restrained to fall.

Cup

Adzka kissed Juna's lips like a fish snatching his food. Juna's eyes bought, holding his lips.

"What the hell, Mas. Suddenly!" that face is red.

"Wildamah! that's the first punishment for torturing a mas."

"What the hell do I mean, I don't understand, Maaas!"

"Now explain one reason why this kind of wife of mine is not willing to touch." Juna is confused.

"The grandfather prayed! momon was not just told to take clothes doang right at the house papa, but mukena too! I saw the Dzhuhur prayer adek from the gazebo."

"Momone?!"

"Gosh, done! a look." Juna breathed.

"Sorry, Mas. I just want to prove the extent of your love. I don't want to, the purpose of a married man is just to enjoy his wife's body."

"Yes Allah. The relationship actually strengthens the love of the couple itself, dear. Geez! don't you want us to have a next generation that inherits my intelligence and your beauty?"

"Yes, Mauhah. But ..." Juna had not had time to give another reason, Adzka had attacked his lips again.

What should have happened happened. The display of orange clouds in the sky, the melodious incantations of the international qori sounded, requiring the two to separate. Adzka went into the bathroom, but previously a kiss on the forehead that so long woke up the figure he loved the most.

"Mas."

"Hm"

"Well, you're not angry anymore, are you?!"

"Anger!" Adzka has a serious face

"Well, I'm still angry." the face of his pillow was deliberately cute.

"Wake up, finish maghrib we immediately dinner. Finish isya later we repeat again." the blink of Adzka's eyes make Juna shudder in horror

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Sorry for the wait as in Adzka waiting ended in such a way wkwkwk, this author dimeh. Create cool works aja rak iso, what else nulis part 21+ 🤣

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