The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Hope

I raised Om Gibran's hand from my waist, then turned to face him. Realizing that I was crying, Om Gibran quickly wiped away the remains of tears on my cheek.

"Once again I'm sorry" he said.

I'll give you the back of the hand to touch his forehead. Not hot, but why is today Om Gibran a strange tinge, huh? Is this a sign that the stone man has softened?

"Om Tumben don't use 'my-you'?"

Instead of answering, Om Gibran even grabbed me into the deck. Tight, until I had trouble breathing.

"Om, can this dead man's son!" my cry while pushing Om Gibran's body strongly away, gives us some distance.

My face warmed as Om Gibran's hands stretched out and cupped him. I can assure you my cheeks have changed color like raw tomatoes because of that unusual touch and look.

"From now on don't call me Om. I'm your husband. Not polite to you!"

The lha? Just realized he was his wife? Ck! I don't care, you Om.

"Keep I have to call what?" ask shy. Usually they are also shy.

"Whatever. Just don't call it." As fast as lightning Om Gibran pressed his lips against mine. Like an ad, through the doang.

Just found out that guys can answer it up to you. Kirain the doang women.

For a moment I pretended to be thinking about finding an idea, what a suitable call for my handsome husband.

"Well, how?"

Replacing Om Gibran who seemed to think.

"Can."

"Okay, Mas Gibran!" I chuckle amusedly calling it that way.

"Why laugh?" He asked with a frowning forehead.

"No. It's hilarious. I don't usually call that."

"Over time also common." Om Gibran pulled me back into his arms.

"Yes, that. Sue!"

In the deckapnya, I can enjoy the scent of perfume on the body of this handsome man. Like someone who had long lost affection, I was so comfortable with my current position.

"Abueh ...!" I screamed when Om Gibran rolled over his body, and put me on it.

"Your little body is a little full, and it's already heavy when I lift it."

Om Gibran put both hands into the crop top I was wearing, then rubbed gently on my back before he finally easily removed the bra hook, then pulled and threw it originally.

I hit his field softly.

"It also seems to be enlarged" he said as he squeezed one of my breasts. Make me glare, then curl by biting the lower lip so as not to make a sound *******.

I slowly put these lips into his ears. Smear the lobe at a glance, then say full of emphasis. "It's late afternoon!"

Immediately I got up and came out of the room to avoid the fatness of the body and physical exhaustion due to the 'death' of a Gibran.

I don't care if he yells calling me back. I shuddered in horror at the thought of just playing Om Gibran can hold up to a hour. In 24 hours, he played almost three times. If this is how I can spit it out.

"Newly eight hours maen sosor-sosor aja." I grumbled as I walked down the stairs.

Towards the kitchen I cross paths with Rara. Apparently the boy is still starving after an hour ago we had dinner. He walked while tightly clutching a snail with a picture of a kingkong on his chest.

When I look at him his eyes are like making sure of something.

"Astoge, Nada semprul! At least when you play do not rush to wear clothes first! Where to hang around again. Shame the females only." her jolt while closing her eyes with the snack she brought, I don't know what to see.

"Why the hell, you?" I shook my waist, looking at him clueless.

"That!" Rara pointed at my chest which immediately made me realize that I am not wearing a bra because it was removed by Om Gibran.

My eyes are rounded with both hands crossed on my chest. After that I ran as fast as lightning from before Rara while shouting and continuing to hold her chest, towards the second floor where my room was.

"What's up?!" ask Gibran with a surprised look. It seemed like the man was about to come out, confirming the sound of my scream earlier. But I hunted in the room.

"Why?"

"Where's my bra?!"

He pointed to something lying on the floor.

"Take the one that just. It's hit the floor, scared of getting dirty. Or don't use them. Want to sleep this." his proposal was accompanied by a grin that instantly made me shudder in horror.

I walked over, then threw myself on the bed. Never mind, going out again does not feel good. Mending tewe dream only. Shame so wet ketangkep same adek brother-in-law.

***

Hoek! Hoek!

My left hand held onto my stomach as it continued to spit out its contents. While Om Girban massaged my nape, helping me to get all the food out in the stomach.

Early in the morning somehow my body feels jolly, nauseous, and weak. The head felt heavy as it carried the endless burden of life.

Hoek! Hoek!

This is the third time I take out the leftovers that still settle in the stomach. A few times back and forth the toilet really made my body weak.

Until finally I drooped weakly on the bed with a face paled like a lifeless person.

"Om .. uh, Mas?" I move about to sit and lean.

"Line only. I was asking Bik Mun to make some warm tea, and also to bring you some blur for breakfast" exclaimed Mas Gibran, who was putting his tie back on after a pause to help me go back and forth to the toilet.

After putting on the suit, Mas Gibran sat down beside me while rubbing and massaging my head which was getting dizzy.

As I recall, last night didn't eat anything weird or macem. Just a regular dinner, rice with grilled chicken and some vegetables. But why fall like this.

'Nobody knows, Nad!' My heart reminds me.

Geck! Geck!

"Master!" There was a sound of Bik Mun's call from outside.

"Just go in, Bik!" Mas Gibran said while compressing my forehead which I just realized turned out to be a high fever.

"Excuse me," Bik Mun brought a tray of warm tea and a bowl of stew that Mas Gibran requested.

"Please put it on the table, Bik. Thank you." Thank you."

After putting it, Bik Mun came out, but before long the knock on the door was heard.

"Bik Mun?" yell Mas Gibran make sure.

"No. It's me!" From the sound of her bells I can guess that it was Rara.

"Lake in!"

Chequek!

"Sister, why your wife?" asked the girl wearing a navy-colored knee-length dress as she climbed onto the bed, sitting next to me lying down.

"So he was vomiting. Looks like it's in the wind."

"Well, vomiting?!"

"Hm."

"That's not a cold time, brother. But go baby!"

Me and Mas Gibran looked at each other with different expressions. I frowned, while Mas Gibran looked at me questioningly. If you remember my monthly guests are already one month late. What possible?

"Let's be clear, brother call doctor Ega alone." Rara gave a suggestion.

"It has. Maybe it's on its way."

"Hopefully I'll get a nephew."

Back Mas Gibran looked at me with an elusive look in his eyes. There is hope for anxiety in my heart when I remember how much I wanted Mas Gibran to have a child. Afraid that the results would disappoint him.