The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Unboxing

"What are you doing, especially?!"

I pursed my lips hearing that. A question more worthy of being called a sneer. See his wife is hurt instead of drugs instead of intruding so.

Behind Om Gibran stood, there was Om Vino who was seen holding back laughter.

"Sister-in-law wants to train as a racer, sister," Rara replied as she dripped red medicine on my injured knee. Then cover it with plaster.

"It's not you." said Om Gibran without cutting off his glare from me. Geez, what a hell of a person. Selling a husband in tokped sin no, anyway?

"I'm just learning the bike, not weird!" I said without looking at him. Every day, I was treated to a jutek face. Thankfully cute.

That afternoon around three and a half, I asked Rara to teach me how to drive a motorcycle. The beginning was smooth. And not as hard as I imagined. Never have either.

The apes were when Rara let me drive herself, suddenly there was a thousand passing with her duck troops. Make me yell until finally nyungsep in the muddy bushes. Be my face cemong.

Si Rara really did not see the incident. Out of annoyance, I also pulled Rara's hand to jump into the bush like I experienced. As a result, not only am I rich-faced clown, but Rara as well. Impas, right? One same.

"Vin, Anter Rara's coming home."

Not yet Om Vino moved, Rara had already opened her mouth.

"No want! I still want to stay here."

"Then don't go with your sister-in-law's yard!"

"I, right, used to love plotting, Brother."

I almost burst out laughing if I didn't see the expression Om Gibran was showing. With Om Vino. The man's lips twitched like he wanted to blow his voice. I can't believe that plain Rara also turned out.

"Lock the room!" o Gibran's decree massaged the base of his nose. Maybe he began to be frustrated with the behavior of his wife and sister who both like to make a riot. Sopo said, patiently yes, boss.

Without saying much, Rara passed by entering her room which was next to the guest room on this first floor.

"Vin, you wait in my study."

"Good, Sir." Om Vino climbs the stairs to get to Om Gibran's second-floor workspace, not far from the main room.

After the two men left, Om Gibran sat down next to me. The man gripped my face slowly with a perceptive look.

Om Gibran took cotton in a P3K box with an anti-septic liquid. Then put it on some part of my face.

I grimaced as the cotton began to touch my skin. Maybe when it fell mired earlier, my face scratched sharp leaves to make him injured.

"Aw!" I screamed when Om Gibran pressed the cotton with a little pressure.

"Hold a little."

After being cleaned with an anti-septic liquid, Om Gibran compresses the wounds using red medicine.

While I was treating, my eyes were looking at the satisfied face of Om Gibran who was so handsome. His stern face, black eyebrows, eagle eyes, and sexy lips are what always makes me opiate.

His raincoat looks worried, inviting the taste of GR and guessing that in the heart of the man there is already love for me. I hope so, dad. Or maybe already in love?

Hup ...!

My eyes immediately twinkled as Om Gibran suddenly blew my face.

"What do you think until you see it's not that winking?" Devil's smile rises on Om Gibran's sweet lips. Instead of looking terrible, she looks adorable in my eyes. It's hard if people fall in love again.

"I didn't think of anything, Om. Not seudzon, deh!" I turned my eyes away. Though the brain has been traveling everywhere to see it in front of the eyes.

I should've stayed a while, Dad. Om Gibran wants a new style on the sofa. Let the two singles thrash about wanting to get married too. Crazy one! Frontal bet is me.

"Tomorrow let me teach."

Without being made clear, I have understood the direction of Om Gibran's conversation.

"I'll be out one day." He stood up to step. But soon I called.

"Hmmm ... Um?"

He looked, then frowned. "Why?"

"Aren't you going to play here?" Smiling mischievously, I patted the old sofa he was sitting on. Flirty husband himself is okay, yeah. This is halal. Dapet pahala even if it goes first, said Ustadz.

Netizen bilek: yes not in the open too!

"You?" He asked back. While smiling anyway.

Not a ngukin, is it? It became deg-deg an yes.

Silence is created for a while.

No hypocrisy, ah. Samar I called my head.

Then Om Gibran turned his back and sat down next to me. Slowly he began to remove the distance, then widen the suit he wore to cover the scene of tongues tasting each other.

"Sister! I'm Aduin Mama, yeah!"

The cry of a cry from Rara makes the activity of unboxing our lips immediately stopped. Om Gibran immediately wiped my wet lips with his thumb. With his lips. Then he left in so cool style without caring about Rara who had put on a fierce look.

As for me, I quickly tidied up a slightly disheveled shirt. Then with no sin passed away following the husband who was already at the top. Just as I passed by Rara, Kukerlingkan one eye accompanied a ignorant smile for my sister-in-law.

I am also surprised. Usually if people run out in the army it will be traumatized. Even just by looking at the face of the perpetrator, the victim can be instantly hysterical. At first, I was angry. Next is addiction. Seriously, that's normal, isn't it? Wk.

Is it because the perpetrator is a loved one, so be sincere?

***

I can't hide my happy look when I see a video call from Mom on the phone screen. I immediately pulled the green button up to lift it.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother of the same Father how are you?" I asked to shine even though I did not see my father there.

The maroon-veiled woman on the phone's screen smelled a smile.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, thank God we are all healthy. How are you there?"

"Well as well."

"Are you healthy, too?"

The deg!

Did you accept Om Gibran as your son-in-law? If so, there is nothing I can say but the word 'thankfulness' to the Almighty. I'm very very happy.

"Alhamdulillah, Nada's husband is healthy. But now she's taking a bath."

"Oh, yes, that's it. Then send greetings. I just want to know how you guys are doing. Also want to apologize to the mother's son who has been kicked out."

"Yes, Mom, it'll be Salamin Tone. Nada also apologizes to both of you. What father, Mom?"

"Obviously, rice mangosteen."

"Let's work in the morning, huh?"

"Yes. Last night I called his boss to tell him to come early."

"Yes first, son. I want to continue nyuci. Keep going later if you want to come here, just come here. Same mother you have accepted you. Maybe you are the same as Mr. Gibran. Bule next door neighbor who you always crave." said Mother at length while laughing.

"Hehe. Yes, Madam. Dah .. wassalamu'alaikum." Mom disconnected after answering my greetings.