The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Learning Motorcycle

"Call from whom?" Om Gibran asked when I just hung up the phone. She had just exited the bathroom while drying her wet hair using a small towel.

"Mothers. He said salam."

Om Gibran pointed to himself whom I immediately embraced.

"Om you know what?"

"No."

"Ih ... horrified first!"

"Yes, already. What's?"

"So Mom said, if we want to come there, just come. That's what he said," I said with a beaming face.

"Continue?"

Gaining his response, instantly my countenance turned flat. It must prepare thousands of patience when going to talk to this stone man. I talked at length, he answered very briefly. I hope our relationship is not that short.

"I'll wait outside!" ketusku while grabbing the phone on the bed. Singing lips, then coming out with a foot.

"Of Vino?!" Just out the door, I saw Om Vino also coming out of Om Gibran's study. Scroll clock on mobile, it's only six in the morning. Usually Om Vino will come and go with Om Gibran at seven in the morning. Did the man spend the night there?

"Morning, Miss," said Om Vino, bowing respectfully. The man was tidy with his suit.

"Morning. Last night Om Vino nginep here?"

The one asked responded with a nod along with a smile. It causes a small gulp on his right cheek.

"Why not sleep in the guest room. Or on the couch. In what workspace can you sleep?"

I think if you sleep in the workspace, most can only tend to oversized chairs that will cause pain in the back and head. Will be able to get into work later if not.

"Can, Miss. It's even more comfortable in the workspace."

"Oh so. What file is that, why so much?" Now my focus is on tentengan in the hands of Om Vino.

"These are the important files I'm taking to the office, miss."

"Ekhem!"

Reflexes of my head turned. Om Gibran is ready. He was wearing black jogger pants with a matching color hoodie. Equipped with a white hat, making it more visible calm.

Today's plan, Om Gibran will take me to a place-whether because last night he didn't mention his name, for sports first before teaching me to drive.

He said he had not been a sport for a long time and was eager to visit the place - the usual place Om Gibran was sporting with his friends including Om Vino.

"In that case, I say yes first, Sir, Miss,"

"Yes. Eh, wait! We'd better have breakfast first." I can't help but make Om Vino's move stop.

"He's in a hurry. Work in the office is waiting for him" said Om Gibran.

Om Vino's eyes glanced at me then turned to look at Om Gibran. I see a strange smile on my husband's face. While Om Vino, he is seen swallowing the salivans and staring annoyed at Om Gibran who looks like he is pressing them.

"Geez! Om this, breakfast doang for what, anyway. Dah yuk, we're down!"

There are actually three ARTs in this house with different tasks. Bik Munah, because his age is the twilightest so it is placed specifically only in the kitchen, while the other two work together to clean the house.

It's just that Om Gibran said the two people were being allowed to go home, until their work was thrown into Bik Mun.

However, Bik Mun did not complain at all and remained eager to do his job. I once asked him what it was like to work at Om Gibran's house.

"This Miss Mun has been working at Mr. Gibran's house for a long time, maybe almost ten years. It's a lot of heat here. Mr. Gibran, although it looks jutek and cute, but actually he is a humble person, not neko-neko, and very caring. Mister often gives Bik Mun a tip when Bik Mun is going home. He said to the grandchildren at home. Bik Mun seneng Mr. Gibran back to this house again. A year ago, after the great lord was gone, the residents of this house searched for a job." Long times the width of Bik Mun explained at that time.

In conclusion, looking from this house, Om Gibran then neighbors with my house in the city of Tangerang until finally we became a married couple.

"Om Vino, tumben left early?" I chewed the toast.

"Yes, Miss. In the office, work is piling up. Boss again busy honeymoon."

"Ohhuk!" The man next to me choked. Soon I took the water and gave it to Om Gibran. Got the ex-time call, huh, that choking ampe?

"Compose first, Om, eat it. Don't jump in!"

I saw Om Gibran glancing sharply at Om Vino. Being stared at, seen pretending not to care and still fun to eat breakfast.

"Oiya, if in the office there are many more jobs, why was Om Gibran given permission?"

"Yes, that, Miss. His boss is like ABG labile. Give me permission at will, keep throwing a lot of work at me. Makes me have to work twice as much as usual." Om Vino looks emotional when saying that.

"Then Om Vino asked for an additional salary for his boss. Kan, it's double."

"should have. But sometimes the boss likes to go berserk if his employees protest. Especially if we make a mistake. He could have kicked out of the office chair." This time Om Vino spoke with a grin as he glanced at Om Gibran who was focusing on peanut butter toast.

"So good, the boss. But how do you feel, yes work there."

"Ekhem! Vin, finish your breakfast and hurry to the office!" Om Gibran's orders on Om Vino.

"Ready, Sir." With a wide mouthful of Om Vino finished his toast. Then the gusts went away after sipping the warm milk I made.

I don't know why Om Vino is so obedient to Om Gibran. Is it because they work in the same place? I don't know.

***

After the sport, we both headed to the ball field by riding a big motorcycle that I brought yesterday. Am I the only one learning the bike directly using the moge?

"Don't be gassed immediately. Just slow down!" tell Gibran to sit behind me. He continued to give me cues while occasionally holding my hand from behind.

I drive at speeds below 30. Not brave above it because it is still very afraid also uncomfortable. As Om Gibran said, slow down.

"Where Om, am I good at not driving?"

Now, Om Gibran and I are enjoying the five-foot snacks available near the field. I'm the only one eating. Because Gibran did not.

At first Om Gibran refused to take me with him. He said roadside foods are not hygenic and lack vitamins.

But seeing me beg, Om Gibran finally wanted to accompany me to sit down on the grass while enjoying the snacks I had bought.

"Stay a little smoother again" said Om Gibran without shifting focus to the phone in his hand.

In the past, I had studied driving with my father for about a month. But because I bumped into the neighboring sheep and ended up with a fairly large compensation, finally learning my motorbike stopped and did not continue again.