The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

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"Don't look at me like that. I have a wife!"

"Can get divorced." I folded both hands on my chest. Challenging the handsome Om in front of me with a flirtatious look.

"Astaghfiullah! You want to be an actor?" Om Gibran flashed a cynical look at me as I proposed her divorce.

"Yes, no. That's why Om divorced first. After that we just got married." A row of neat white teeth I showed him. Glare is not!

"The real school. A boy is still thinking of marriage." He was still with his fierce gaze.

"I'm in High School, Om. not a boy anymore." I don't think I want to lose.

"Yes, you're still a schoolboy."

"Om really not lust to see me?" tawarku is like a cheap girl. I can't be expensive with this Om-Om bule. No bully, yeah! If you look at the person, you will also be demen.

"Bada flat, butt tepos that there is no lust" he said while scanning this body from top to bottom. That mode. Tell me you want to see it for longer! A yekan?

"This outside. It is different when it is opened. Wanna see?" I pretended to open one by one the buttons of my shirt. Not really, guys, yeah. I'm not that sej4lang. Haha.

"So. Thanksmeme it! I already have it at home." he jolted as he slid away. Leaving me alone with the tailor who looked at me with a strange look. Does he have a crush, huh?

"Aren't you going to add it?" I screamed a little so that the intended one would hear this melodious voice. The burly man looked unconcerned and got into his car.

Is there a wife there? Ah no way. If you come, it will come down.

"Neng, this is saos, isn't it?" Babang cilor's voice managed to take my eyes off the white car carrying the handsome man who was the thief of my heart.

"No need! How many?" my question while seplastik seplastik cilor from the grasp of the brother. The brother's cake is very difficult for pisahan ama tuh cilor. Sampe tightly held it.

"Snakes."

"Now, thanks!" I handed the brown banknote to Babang cilor.

"Buskey!" he said as I passed away while shaking my hair to his face. She must have been smitten by my hair. Maybe I didn't fly into his wares. You can escape the customers.

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"Hi, guys!" yutuber-style yukuku that I always watch on the phone when the gabut hit.

"A long time, you. Buy snacks what semedi?"

"Wrongly both. Let's guess again." I dropped this ass in the middle of a bunch of people doing their schoolwork.

"Nijer! Even guessed at him."

"At least he met Om bule his target."

"really. Aakhs! One hundred for Siti." I twitched like a worm wrapped in ants while holding my thumb right in front of Siti's black face. Yaiy. Because the white one is only Bang Agust.

"Woy, it's broken people's books!" Rani, the bull-bodied sipaling was tugging at the book I deliberately occupied. He seemed to bend his face because the book was perfectly scuffed by me. That's the risk of having a bar-bar friend like me.

"Hehe, sori." I said as I changed my sitting position to be more pious.

After school, I did not go straight home because I had to do group work at Siti's house. Not a group, actually. Kayak we at the school held a tour, well continued by the Indonesian teacher we were told to summarize the story of the results of the tour. That's guys. Understand, yeah.

I took out the polio paper and the pen from the bag. Started writing poems for me to tell Om Gibran. The lha?

Actually, I wrote a tour summary the day after and then I followed. However, Just now that this hand wrote a few words, the otaku was already blank. Honestly, I can't summarize things like this if it's not about love.

"Tone!"

"Aw!" pekikku while rubbing the jidat that hurt. A ruler throw from a luck-nut friend managed to scratch my eel and throw away all those beautiful daydreams.

I put a sharp look on the perpetrator. Instead of being afraid, he looked back at me sharply with both hands on his waist. Just like a mother scolding her child.

"I think my summary is over, like,"

The three people raised their chins while leaning. Surveying and making sure what I say is true or a lie.

Sari curled the corners of her lips down while saying. "Paper is still empty so tell me daar again finished? Ck!" He shook his head to the right to the left and to be--

"Hmh!" I saw Siti smothering her own mouth holding back a laugh. Mock. Fuck it, boy! Don't know him yet.

"Everything is out of your head. So I just need to pour it." With his pede I said so.

Then I took the polio paper with a book on the floor. Then I write back with the thighs I made the table.

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I was finally able to finish my schoolwork after almost 3 hours of brain twisting.

Before going home, I took this time to take a walk for a while looking for snacks.

Five o'clock in the afternoon I was in front of the house. Before actually entering, I looked at the white-painted minimalist building next to my house. The House of Om Gibran.

We're neighbors. My house and his house are just cluttered with mango trees.

There was a scream from there that caught my attention.

"One more time you step, don't expect you to set foot in this house again!" Om Gibran's thunderous voice pierced this heart.

It seems that the man is angry with his wife. Oh, you know what? Because they are almost always noisy every day. And because it was also what made me desperate to get close to the Om bule.

From the rumors that are circulating. Ms. Nilam, wife of Om Gibran was not willing to conceive and give birth just because she was afraid of being damaged because the fashionable woman worked as a model who was quite famous.

Om Gibran wanted to have a child. Naturally, they were married for almost seven years. I remember back then I was sixth grade.

"Bodo time. I don't care!"

Brak!

Astagfirullah! I was shocked to hear Nilam's mom close her car door rudely. Not long after, the car disappeared from view.

Intending to see what Om Gibran's expression was, I stepped closer.

One step, two steps, three steps, and ..

Meow!

Apes!

The soles of my left foot stepped on the tail of Anabul, my beloved white persian cat whom I had cared for since childhood. Making the animal meow let out its voice many times.

Anabul, why are you outside anyway! Not in the candle box, uh guard the house. Even the slack is not clear in front of the pager.

The plain white shirt man looked at me with his eagle gaze. Then passed in after seeing me show my sweetest smile.

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