The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

The arrival of in-laws

"Ordinary fever only. Mr. Gibran's wife just needs enough rest" said doctor Ega Ramadhani after he checked on me.

The slim-looking beautiful doctor immediately left after completing his task. I was given some medicine so that my condition would improve quickly.

I turned my eyes to the two brothers who had been standing next to me. Both of their faces looked equally sad.

"Bag,"

"It's okay. You're too young to have a child."

The cloud in Mas Gibran's face was enough to explain how sad he was when the desire to be a father had not yet been realized. That's what I read from the look the handsome guy showed me.

"Yes, Brother Nada. You have to be more excited to make the baby dede. Every malem!"

My eyes widened with my mouth open, accompanied by a warm feeling that spread across my face.

"By!" Mas Gibran looked at the brother who had spoken frontally with sharp eyes.

Hoaaam... Ra, you really are a breaker. Why doesn't the mouth have a filter. Lemes just slid into words. I am ashamed to be ashamed of myself.

"What's? Why is Gibran's expression so angry? I was wrong?" Like a man who has no sins, he asked.

Rara ngegemesin! So nervous I want to nyentil brain he let it come back.

A long sigh was heard from Mas Gibran.

Oh my, Rara. You are plain or what the hell. The feeling of fitting the first time we met your attitude is not that very old. Why now I am a gini. Kejedug times him, huh?

***

Because Mas Gibran had to go to the office, he finally told Rara to accompany me who was not healthy to stay at home.

The man also told his sister, if there is anything I want or need, Rara should be ready to help. I told you I could ask Bik Munah for help if I needed anything. But still. Rara was told to stand by me by her sister.

"Hm, Sister Nada, I want to get married. Exciting as if there is a guard, love snacks, anter to everywhere. Isn't that right, sister-in-law?" rara said as she opened the book that had only been seen through the cover.

The girl lay face down with one hand propping up her chin. His mouth looks a lot like a sign that he is being sniffed.

"What do you want to find a husband for a bodyguard, Ra?"

"I said I wanted marriage. I want to have a husband! How is this Nada's sister."

I gulped at the word of Rara. It is said wrong. Neither does bener. The problem in me who can not string the words precisely.

"Yes. I do'a-in hope you're a mate, Ra," I said at last. Anyway I don't want to bother ngadepin this boy.

"Sir Tone,"

"What, Ra?"

"Why does it feel to be married?"

Honestly, for that question I can't answer either. Because even now I still do not understand what it is to get married. I do like Mas Gibran, but the household we build is still not on the basis of likes and likes.

Despite the accident, I don't expect more from this marriage. I thought that Mas Gibran only wanted to take responsibility for what he had done to me back then.

One big question in me that I still don't understand is, why can't I hate people who have obviously desecrated me? Moreover, the incident that made both my parents angry until it ended with expulsion.

How much do I feel about my love for this American man? Why am I so stupid about love?

Even though Mother and Father have accepted, the guilt still remains in this heart, and continues to gnaw for some time. I just try to hide everything and want to always look okay by always putting on a cheerful face. In reality, all of this is very torturous.

"Sister Tone! Why are you quiet?"

"I'm tired of being home all day, and not doing anything." I deliberately diverted the conversation to avoid another question that was thrown from Rara's mouth.

"How about we go for a walk?" bosiku.

Rara got up and immediately glared at me.

"Can't! I don't want to spray Gibran's sister." He folded both hands on the chest with a pouting face that was being gripped.

"Yes ... Ra's. Deket here here just here." Not to lose, I pulled out my mainstay. Pretending to be sad with puppy eyes.

He sighed resignedly.

"Promise not far away, and not for long!" He brandished the little finger that I immediately replied by linking the little finger as well.

"Promise."

"I'm waiting downstairs."

After Rara came out, I picked up a coksu-colored knit cardigan to dress up the short-sleeved t-shirt I was wearing. As for the subordinates, I chose black rayon leggings that were not too tight. Hair I let decompose after a little combed to tidy up.

Then, I came out to Rara who was waiting on the guest sofa. He immediately got up when he saw me coming down the stairs.

Ting! Nong!

Rara and I looked at each other and heard the bell ring.

"Who, Ra?"

"I don't know, it hasn't been seen."

From the kitchen, Bik Mun walked slightly to the front door.

"Let Bik Mun open, Non," said Bik Mun, before finally opening the white door.

A middle-aged woman walks in like a fashion show model, carrying a small black bag with the logo cha*el.

Judging from her appearance and style, it proved that how fashionable the middle-aged woman was.

As the owner of sensitive skin that is prone to acne, I feel jealous when I see the face of a middle-aged woman who looks clean without scarring, wrinkles or acne. Though maybe his age has entered the head of five.

"Mr ...!" Rara screamed, then mixed into a middle-aged woman who was most likely my in-laws.

Cipika cipiki scenes they do. Then the middle-aged woman walked up to me, and stopped right in front of me.

"Is this my new daughter-in-law?" tanyanya while lowering sunglasses that perched on her nose bangirnya.

From a short distance I could see the sharp spot. Spotlight the exact same eyes that Mas Gibran had.

"Yes, Mum. Pretty, right?"

He throbbed like he didn't like it, then waltzed away and threw himself on the couch. Could he not accept me? How should I react to it?

"Sir Nada, so don't go for a walk?"

"No need, Ra. We're just at home. Mama Mas Gibran is coming. It's not polite that we just go."

"okay."

Then Rara led me to sit on the sofa next to the middle-aged woman.

"We chatter. Mama is so absorbed in her man." whispered, then she moved to sit on the left side of the woman Bik Mun called Mrs Veronika.

From the story I heard, this Veronika Mistress really disliked something that smelled foul, like the smell of sweat. I rarely wear deodorant should be more careful when close to him, although I do not think I sweat easily and is not among the group of people who smell body.

From now on I decided I would stock up on a myriad of perfumes to keep them smelling good every day and all day long.