The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

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It turned out that the beautiful girl who accompanied me was his sister Om Gibran. Their faces are similar. And now I am with him, the beautiful brother-in-law whom I have considered a besti because of the age of only one year. Rara's name.

Rara sat on the lip of the bed while continuing to comment on my relationship with her sister. Sometimes he slipped a small laugh because it felt funny.

While I sat in front of the makeup mirror while removing makeup and removing the kebaya that began to feel stuffy in the body.

"I didn't expect to have a sister-in-law my age." He again commented.

"I also don't understand how you guys got together while Brother Gibran hasn't been divorced long from Mbak Nilam." Like a train, just mouth fast if not to the destination.

"Rara, finish talking to you! Better help me take this off." Seeing me having trouble opening the kebaya instead of helping him was even fun chattering.

The nature of the girl was completely opposite of her cold Brother. From the end of the event until now he felt at home once he spoke at length.

"Btw, why did you get married to a man whose age is far adrift of yours?" rara asked while helping me remove the back zipper.

"Yes, if the guy is handsome and dirty why not?"

"God! You're being honest." He chuckled and looked at me from the mirror.

"Haha. You are too, right?"

"But I don't like old men."

"Who's old?"

"Ups! The person we are talking about is coming" he whispered in my ear.

From the reflection of the glass, I chuckled at Rara's expression like a student was caught mischievous by her teacher. I think there will be a live fight between brother vs adek.

"I mean I don't like fierce old men." Rara read his words.

"Who's that fierce old man you're talking about?"

"Yes, Brother Gibran. Oops!" Rara quickly smothered her own mouth. It was like seeing myself in Rara. Likes to talk without aling-aling. Seneng bet has a brother-in-law like him. Yup! I finally have a partner to play Om Gibran.

"Get out, you!"

"What do you want?"

"You're having fun as a newlywed."

"Sister isn't in the office? It's still daytime, too."

"Don't ask too many questions. Come outside!"

Rara folded her hands on her chest with her lips forward a few inches, then walked out of the room with a leg. And stay the both of us. I'm with Om duda nyebelin. Uh, errat ding. He was already my husband.

"What do you want?" I shuffled back and tightened the towel I was wearing when I saw Om Gibran stepping towards me while taking off his suit and shirt.

"I'll answer your question with action." He started taking off his shirt and loosening his trouser belt.

His six pack stomach was plastered in front. Makes me painstakingly swallow the salivans.

After taking off his clothes, Om Gibran lifted my body and took him into the bathroom. The man locked my body against the wall, making me unable to fight anymore.

The sound of water from the shower managed to disguise the luck-nut sounds we created under the water splash.

***

"I didn't expect Brother Gibran to be as violent as you."

Seeing so many red marks on my neck, Rara talked about it. All he saw was in his neck. I don't know how shocked she would be if I showed her in another section that there were certainly more red stamps on her lips.

"Ck! You're a kid too. And I think it's natural for a husband and wife." Lies. I actually agree with Rara. How could Om Gibran have 'taught me' mercilessly for hours. Wet-blown anyway. Thankfully I didn't get the flu.

"Yes, right, if I'm not a wife yet. And just so you know, yeah. Pas Kak Gibran is still the same Mbak Nilam like that is not very deh."

"Do you know their bed?"

"Hehe. I forgot I was in a public place." My eyes moved to and fro making sure that people were busy with their affairs and not hearing our chatter.

Tonight, with the permission of my husband sir, I went to the supermarket with my sister-in-law. The plan is I will buy the kitchen needs for stock one month ahead.

Rara obediently I told her to push the trolley. While I choose and take whatever is needed.

Like Rara again, I want to ask you things that I have not and must know. Mother-in-law for example.

"Eh, Ra, can I ask you something?" I asked while putting two bottles of chili sauce of my choice into the trolley that Rara pushed.

"What's? About Brother Gibran?"

"One of them."

"Just ask."

"But you have to answer honestly, yeah."

"Hm."

"And tell me all the details."

"Ready, Brother-in-law!"

I laughed to see Rara flexing her four fingers on the forehead. Just this time I know someone like this.

Ekhem!

Want to start the question, but how I rada confused well. Calling her sister Rara what. If so, he will officially be my husband. Mas, I guess not so much. Ayang, too alay. Brother, considered a carpenter ojeg kali. Brother Gibran, that's my brother. So then? Okay I'll just call you. His smile my tongue wants to call him what.

"When you eat breakfast, what do you like to eat?"

"Whatever you can eat."

"Seriously dong, Ra. You promised me you'd answer honestly."

"really. Gibran is no fuss about food. Even if he wants something to eat, if the cooked example is not it, he must eat it too." Rara explained with her hands moving like the teacher was explaining the lesson in class.

"But what does he like best?"

"Hmmm. Glutinous rice."

"Stomach rice?!"

"Yes. In the past at home Mama, Kak Gibran really likes in glutinous rice masakin. Nor is it complicated. I cooked regular rice, already. Most love coconut grater for topping."

I remember Rara's reply. While continuing to ask, I turned my feet towards the vegetable and vegetable group. While Rara tailed behind with her trolley.

From the vlogs I watch on the red app, people who shop monthly will buy two or three times more than usual.

So I bought a lot of fruits and vegetables. Each fruit may be about two or three kilos. As for vegetables, I chose three spinach ties, two kale ties, a lump of white mustard, and two kilos of purple eggplant.

Afterwards, I bought a fish consisting of a large shrimp, two kilos of chicken, lobster, and a baby octopus. Then, I also bought ready-to-eat foods like pop noodles, instant noodles, nugets, sausages and meatball pentols.

Then, because I really like snacking, I buy a lot of snacks and heavy snacks for my stock for a month, if enough. If not, buy it again.

I hope I didn't buy wrong. Pay problem, Om Gibran has given me a card that he said contains a lot of money in it and can buy anything including the entire supermarket ples employees. Fix, coming home from here must stop by the mall for clothes shopping.

Rara was stupefied at how much and piled up the groceries I bought.

"Sister, this is cooking for what kind of celebration?" asked Rara with round eyes.

"You're silent. I'm next to my question, Dad." I saw Rara still shaking her head while staring at the amazement of the contents of the trolley that was already mountainous.

"Sister Gibran must have been shocked to see this," he muttered then still with gawking eyes.