The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Besmirched

I stared in disbelief at the handsome man who was beating up the bastard who almost harassed me. Why he came at the right time. The soul mate? Aish! Mind, please don't worry. It's a tense atmosphere again.

Bugh! Bugh! Bugh!

Many times Om Gibran landed a raw bogem on the face of the bongsor man. His sturdy body almost staggered backwards as the opponent retorted with a push.

A few minutes later the bully fell weakly due to a fatal kick from Om Gibran that hit the bird. I grimaced looking at that.

"Follow me!" Om Gibran pulled my wrist to follow him.

"Wait, Om!" I managed to stop his steps. Then look behind the place where Siti was sitting. Blank. He doesn't exist. Where did the drunk woman go.

"I don't have much time." Om Gibran pulled my hand back out. Across the street I saw Om Gibran's car parked alone.

Then Om Gibran took me there. Approaching the luxury car he used to go to work. I know because I'm always watching. Opening the front door, Om Gibran forced me to get in the car immediately.

"Hurry in!" he said it again when I was silent and did not react. Then I finally complied and got into that fancy car. The man was sitting at the wheel.

"Om, briefly! I have to find my friend." I held Om Gibran's hand that was about to turn the steering wheel. He looked up and then looked at me. At that moment I saw something different about his face. Om Gibran's eyes look red and his look shows like he's holding something back. The knot around his neck moved up and down.

"W-we have to go in again. Si-Siti's still in sa-na." I pulled my hand that was holding his arm. Suddenly my breath felt tight. I held my seat, and stared straight ahead. From the corner of my eye, it seemed that Om Gibran's gaze was still on me.

I'm turning.

"Om okay, okay, right?"

"I'm on the influence of drugs. If you don't want to be a victim, sit down and shut up. Don't act too much!" He loosened the tie around his neck and removed the top buttons of his shirt.

Hearing Om Gibran say that, I was honestly excited. The feathers of kudukku bristles. Plus his condition is not okay. But the thought of Siti being drunk kept dancing beautifully in my mind. I have to look for him. I'm afraid she's why-why.

"Om, we-"

"good. You want it." He slammed the steering wheel.

"Don't blame me if something happens to you, Nada!" continued.

Then Om Gibran's hands cupped my face and he quickly devoured my lips. I tried to rebel by hitting the chest of his field.

"Hmmppt ... Om, release!" I shouted as his lips turned to the neck. I felt her burly hands tear apart the clothes I was wearing. Leave the bra a little more come apart.

"Aw, sick!" My chest felt very painful because of the re-ma-san, Om Gibran's heavy hand.

"Om please, I beg you not to hurt me .." again I groaned in pain as I felt a strong suction in the area of my chest. I am like a mother who loves her child.

Om Gibran took off his suction. He returned to his sitting position while removing one by one the cloths that were still attached to his body. I took the opportunity to ask for help. Screaming as loud as possible hoping that someone will help.

I can't imagine the hateful face of my parents if they find their daughter just stained. I really don't want to get pregnant out of wedlock. I don't want to be bullied by my parents. I hate this situation.

"Please .....!!" I still tried to scream even though it was ultimately free.

Until a hoarse voice, I did not find any signs of help coming. I see Om Gibran will be back in action after all the clothes he took off.

"I beg you, don't .." I said softly to the misty man of passion in front.

But Om Gibran did not heed my request. He dropped the chair I was sitting on. It made me lie weakly helpless. Afterwards, he climbed up my body and forcibly removed all the cloths attached to my body. Then ...

"Amkkhh!"

***

The man beside me woke up to the sound of my crying screams. Then I hit him continuously. He has to take responsibility for his actions.

"Tone! Calm down first. And put your clothes on." Om Gibran is restoring his hair rough. She grabbed the lying coat and put it on my innocent body.

My tears seemed endless to make my eyes become swollen. I can't stop crying. Regretting all my stupidity. I should've followed it when Om Gibran told me to shut up. I shouldn't have insisted on finding Siti. And I shouldn't have entered that apartment.

"Abuehkkhh ...!" Wailing, crying, even screaming until the sound is gone. All of that will not be able to restore my 'saint crown'. I've been dirty.

Om Gibran put me in his arms.

"I'm sorry. I promise to be responsible" he said.

I don't know if I still like this handsome widower or if that feeling has now changed into a deep sense of hate.

***

"Go from here. Go ...!" Mom threw all my clothes outside.

"I wouldn't have a cheap child like you." Maki Thum with index finger pointing right at my face.

"Go! Don't ever set foot in this house again."

"Sir, Ma'am, Nada begs .. forgive Nada." I sat at the feet of my parents. I hugged the leg tightly with a tearful cry. If only I could turn back the clock, I wouldn't have gone to the movies that night.

My body fell when my father raised his leg.

"Sir .." I closed my eyes as the old hand began to swing.

Plaque!

I don't know when he was there. Om Gibran prevented me from raging. Judging from his turning position, the man's right cheek was the target of the slap that Dad should have landed on my cheek.

"Good you came. Take her away and never show up in front of us again!"

"I will take full responsibility for your daughter. And I'll be back here when things get better."

Brak!

The door was slammed hard by the Father.

"Let's go!" Om Gibran helped me stand up and took me home. I can't resist, nor can I rebel. What I need right now is calm. It is not impossible for me to get a sneer from a neighbor if I hang around alone.

At Om Gibran's house I was taken to his room. The man sat me on the lip of the bed.

"This is your change of clothes. The bathroom is over there" said Om Gibran, giving a paper bag and pointing at the brown door in the corner. Indirectly the man told me to clean myself up. I just realized at home I haven't had a big bath because the hunt was expelled.

"Rest here. I need to get to the office."

I didn't answer and just stared at the man for a glance. Why is everything so complicated. I got kicked out of my house for a mistake I made myself. In a few weeks, my graduation day.

What about my uniform, my grades. I was stupid to think about that when I was this upset.