Loved Brondong
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...Welcome to my new work 'Loved Brondong'. This work is fiction (works) which is entirely the result of the author's imagination. The scene is made in such a way as to strengthen the existing groove. Including adult scenes that will be written as smooth as possible. The reader is brought in to imagine himself. It is only to entertain the reader in his spare time....
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The atmosphere of the night was enveloped by thick and black clouds. There was not a single sparkle of night that usually graced the sky. The moon had hidden in a pool of water vapor that had become one. Which slowly meet and become a lump of cotton. Now it was time for them to come down to earth.
A gloomy night seemed to support one's current mood. A woman with a body that is glued. He sat on a bench in front of his house. His hand that was still holding the phone trembled along with his unblinking gaze as he stared at the flat object screen. His face paled, the water dam in his eyes began to pool. The reflection of the light from the phone was brightly lit up against his father's face.
"Astaghfiullah!" he cried in a weak voice as if he could not believe what he had just seen.
A second later he drooped limp on the back of the chair made of rattan. Even lifting the phone he was not able to, now it has fallen into his lap.
"No way" he said softly. "Ma–Mas Hilman?"
For a moment he was silent. Think, what to do now. He won't believe it, maybe it's just a misunderstanding. A clear liquid that almost fell he wiped immediately. Refrain from crying before you know the truth.
Call button he press on the phone screen. It didn't take long, the waiting tone that sounded changed with the voice of a woman. Marking the phone call he made has been received.
He heard a slow breath, trying to calm himself down. "Hello! Santi."
"Have you read my message? Sorry, I have to send you that photo. You should know, even if it hurts, Yasmin." The voice across the line was heard echoing, it seemed like Santi was in the toilet.
His eyes closed for a moment. “Thank you. But are you sure of what you see? That's not a misunderstanding, is it?" tanyanya.
Santi's voice sounded earnest. He's not kidding.
"Thank you, San. I'll be there now."
The woman named Yasmin turned off the phone quickly. He doesn't want to wait anymore. It's best to go straight to prove the words of his best friend.
Yasmin rushed into the house. Take his jacket and wallet. He hurriedly locked the door and immediately headed for the matic motor parked in the courtyard of the house. Helmet she put on, then started the machine.
Suddenly a flash of light from the sky illuminated the earth for a moment, the sound of lightning blaring. Yasmin looked up. Water drops from the sky began to fall slowly. Regarding her face which was only in thin powder polish, exuded the natural beauty she had. Yasmin did not care, she continued to leave, taking the night air accompanied by a small drizzle.
Yasmin Mahesa is a 35-year-old woman. She has a pretty face and a slim body, arguably perfect at an age that is not young anymore. A High School Math teacher. Married a man who worked as a doctor ten years ago. His home life is ordinary. Living in a simple housing complex with her husband, Hilman Kertahadi. God has not allowed him to have children. She was thankful that her husband didn't bother about it. But after all as a woman who has not been able to give birth to children, she feels imperfect.
During the ten years of her marriage, her husband was very loyal. Always give her enough attention. The love and affection of the husband made him feel great happiness as a wife. However, today her confidence has been tested. Santi, his best friend since High School suddenly sent a photo. The alleged suspect was the husband with a woman entering the elevator of the hotel where Santi worked.
Without him noticing, the water droplets from the sky that had changed with rain stubs drenched his face. However, that speck of water felt warm about his right cheek. It turned out that it was her tears that had fallen without her wanting. Along with his mind who continued to imagine that what Santi saw was the right husband. Yasmin continued to focus on the streets, not caring how much rain washed over her body. The sky water mixed with her tears kept on hitting her face.
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