Trapped in the Love of Brondong

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The night of the turn of the year in the sky of Paris. The city that is always synonymous with romance we spent by partying fireworks. I am now transformed into another Juna in the sense that I care deeply for a man whose full name is Tirta Adzka Ramadhan, the sense of being on the bridle like a prisoner might be felt by my husband right now.

"Adilate! let him also feel how free he is to live, if at all times it is obligatory to report!"

The sky of the city of Paris is so sparkling with colorful light, although a moment back dark only sparkling stars that do not disappear.

The first year that we went through with husband and wife status, a hug could not be separated from Adzka. I was so comfortable with him and wanted to continue like that.

But fate must separate us. It means separating us from a city full of memories. It must be because of my husband's profession that does not want to violate the code of medical ethics that became his vow. I really want to be back in that country one day. Just want to see, our love padlock is still there or not hahaha.

We only had four days to vacation, with a short time like that we spent visiting a place that was no less romantic than the 7,300-ton tower. I wonder, how do they know how heavy it is? was there once a giant who once needed an iron pole?! keep on weighing!! hahaha, my neck almost sprained when Adzka put both of her elbows that were not light on my head.

"Gosh, question. Why does my wife show her intelligence in front of this tour guide!" he said it at that time.

But as soon as I saw my eyes glazed over, hugs and kisses filled with tears she gave me. Hopefully our tour guide named Michelle if not wrong yes, not single. So she can kiss and fondle her partner for the envy of seeing us.

My wallet that always carries papa everywhere, is now gaining weight. Wh why? because it's not just papa in it now. There is also Adzka. Wonderful!! why does that man never feel like being surrounded by anyone including my Papa. So I set aside one place for a photo of him that is only 3x4 size. Really forced to gaes! that's my husband. But I like it!

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The days passed with a variety of new stories, I who now have a new job began to enjoy it. Being a personal assistant to a heart specialist. What's more, Tomy is now no longer working in the hospital, the good news is that he graduated from PNS in the Jambi area. Therefore, I gave no room to his successor named Desi. Just be careful if you dare to go to the same husband people!

My pharmacy? you must be asking how his fate is, right? Thank God it is open and always crowded. But I definitely wasn't there, just monitoring it once in a while.

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"It's over, Mom?"

"Already! come on, he'll be flirting with her again!"

Juna embraces Adzka's arm, walking towards the car park. The long journey due to heavy traffic at lunchtime made Juna feel bored. The cold ac was not so felt, his hands continued to waggle. Even the hijab buttons he loosened a little so as to give a gap to the wind so that it can enter the neck.

"This full time, dear. Still haven't got the Ac?" Adzka shook his head, he felt frozen inside.

"No feeling, Mom. Let's go, I'm hungry!" juna's voice sounded so spoiled.

"Prophey! the patient man has a wide body." Adzka stroked Juna's arm.

"Oh, I mean that I'm fat!"

"Ck! very ugly yes. Mas shy." tears fall like bombs that attack repeatedly.

"Eh, no really. That's not what it means. Honey, don't cry dong." Adzka pulls over his car, wiping away the tears of Juna that he himself could not stop.

"Didn't you love me anymore, was it the same? I was ugly before, no pinter. Not like a really cool guy, handsome again! I'm just an ordinary woman, ordinary. There's no beauty, not like her friends, Mas." Juna continued to rummage in his increasingly becoming sobs.

"God! everywhere you go try to talk about it. Honey don't gini dong. Son, do not imitate the nature of the mother's father!" Adzka stroked Juna's stomach which began to appear bloated.

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Yes, I'm pregnant. I entered my second trimester. Gender's male. Adzka and our whole family are happy. Especially Papa. He is very happy because soon he will have a pair of grandchildren. Women and men.

On the furrowed huh his eyebrows? haha. My first daughter's name was Syifa, Assyifa comes from Arabic which means antidote, healer or can be said medicine.

We like the name, probably because it has something to do with us. You guys understand what that means? Now we're going to Mom's house, Syifa's there.

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"Mother!" the little girl tightly hugged Juna's body which looked more contained than usual. The little girl also hugged Adzka tightly, Adzka held her. The girl whispered making Adzka look at her with a question mark.

"May ya, Pa."

"No, Pa. Even Oma the ajakin. Oma said that if you sleep with an oma, Syifa is free of rolls. Not afraid to kick Mother's stomach." he said innocently.

Fatmala just smiled at the innocence of her second grandchild. Syifa is back with Fadzli.

"By dong, Ma." Adzka hugged Fatmala, her mama's gaze as if asking for her approval.

Adzka and Juna are dating back to their house. Both, though carrying one more life in his stomach.

"Darling?!"

"Hm"

"Why are you still wearing that ring anyway? that's not the time." Adzka held Juna's arm, only one ring that was circular on the finger of the lentic hand.

"Why indeed?"

"There's another ring, right?"

"Yes, ada. It's in the closet."

"Wear the other dong!" it was like an order, but very carefully, Adzka was afraid that the lion might go on a rampage.

"No way, this is a ring full of history know!"

"What history?" Adzka continued to search with questions, his interlocutor instead closed part of his body with a blanket and closed his eyes.

"Dek, kok mas in staying asleep anyway. What history?" Adzka looked very curious, what was the reason his wife only wanted to wear the ring

"History .. because this ring is a trap!"

"meaning?"

"Yes, trap. Because to your arrival at that time brought a pink box full of these items. He said to get this ring it took a struggle, had to collect several months of salary to be able to buy it. He said so! so in order to reward him, I kept wearing it. This ring is a testament to history, to the history that I've been trapped, trapped in love!"

Juna hugged Adzka lovingly. Love is becoming more and more. A love he never believed in. Loving the person who first put his love to us is the happiest thing.

Love can conquer a hard heart, love can give the spirit to live for the better. But do not exceed love to the one who gives love.

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