The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Breakfast opener

After the third world war with Mas Gibran and Om Vino, I went back to visit Mom's house. But everything seemed to be no different from the first time I came. Still quiet and quiet.

Plus the state of the house so dark indicates that there are no residents in this simple house. Where did they go?

"Where are you going, really? Not home yet."

"Numbers not active yet?" ask Mas Gibran.

I checked the phone. The message I sent to Mom still ticks one. Then she shook her head slowly at Mas Gibran.

"Did Miss have a spare key?" ask Om Vino. The guy seemed to be planning something.

I shake again.

Even though I was traveling far away, I never held the spare key of the house. Loves forgetfulness, so afraid of fire. It's bad that bad people find it. I can have stuff in my house that doesn't exist.

🎶If love him...be honest with me...

Leave me here without your smile...

If love her, I try to understand...

New ringtones that are custelized for a mobile call. At first I was excited to pick up, thinking the call was from Mom. But this self again weakened when he knew who the caller who turned out not Mother.

"Hello,"

"....."

"When?"

"....."

"Oh, okay."

Sari told me she wanted to see me tomorrow. He said there were a lot of things he wanted to ask and tell. He invited me to meet at a cafe near school.

"Who?" ask Mas Gibran.

"Sari, my friend," I said, inserting a cell phone into a sweater pocket. No one will call me because I'm not that important. Including my parents, maybe?

Hadeh.. seudzon-ku kumat! Astagfirullah.

"Don't you, let's just go home." take me with Mas Gibran's hand. In the back, Om Vino follows.

If this is the case, my mind always guesses the no-no. Before leaving, I called Mom that Mas Gibran and I were going home. Now they're not even home.

Supposedly if the same Father Mother wants to go at least tell first. Let me not be disappointed like this. As long as you know, my hope is very big to meet you. I miss...

"Don't think shit. Maybe your parents are just having some business out there. They'll be home soon." Mas Gibran looked back, then grabbed my hand and then grabbed it.

I didn't answer anything he said.

I lowered the car glass. Seeing the sad people passing by here and there. Sometimes I think one of them is my mom.

Sad bet yes. I feel like Haci is looking for her mother.

Arriving at the apartment, I immediately threw myself on the mattress after washing my feet for a while. While Mas Gibran, the man was again busy with his laptop. Looks like his work is piling up so much that inevitably he has to work late at night like last night.

And Om Vino, he said he wanted to go home to his parents who were in the city of Central Jakarta. I've already forbidden to let Om Vino come home tomorrow. But my husband's best friend had said he wanted to go home tonight.

***

"Tumben is still early in the morning, where are you going?" mas Gibran said as I walked up to him.

The man was sitting in a dining chair with a laptop in front and a glass of hot drink next to him. Seen from the smoke that billowed from the small glass.

Uh, the bambang. Look his wife neatly like this instead of being praised even asked where to go. Usual see me kek padlocked times huh, him? So neat little immediately asked so.

"You're meeting friends at the cafe near the school." I pulled out a chair and sat in front of him.

Then my hands fanned the hot steam that was still coming out of Mas Gibran's drink. There was no fragrance from the drink, as it was just plain hot water. One of the habits of Mas Gibran in every morning.

The man in front of me turned to the drink I was fanning.

"Biarin. It will also be self-filing" said Mas Gibran.

"Yes, but it's still hot to drink."

"You're being ushered in, aren't you?"

"okay." Mas Gibran nodded.

"Wasn't breakfast?"

He glanced.

"My wife can't cook, so I'm forced to have breakfast at the office."

I'm slack. Those were the words of subtle innuendo that Mas Gibran revealed in the morning to me. Malunya to ubun-ubun.

"Who said I can't cook?!" my argument doesn't accept.

"Your husband said just now" said Mas Gibran without taking his eyes off the laptop screen. His fingers danced beautifully over the keyboard.

"I can actually cook, Mas. It's just rada males the guy."

"What can you do?"

Well, it's still early in the morning and fight om-om. But yes there is a point as well. Like a tajem knife if it has never been made, it will be rusty.

I rolled the lazy eyeball while clucking.

"When will your friend pick you up?"

Gibran sipped the warm water little by little.

"I think it's a little bit more, why? If you want to go, leave, papa."

"Yes, already. I'll tell you later that it's your friend." Mas Gibran closed his laptop, then moved after finishing his warm drink.

"Ready, boss!"

"Oiya, that's breakfast for you don't forget to eat." He turned his head, his chin pointing at something that was on the kitchen table.

"What's that?"

"Eat it" he said as he resumed his steps.

I took the parcel and took it to the dining table. When it opened it turned out to be a burger. It's good to be a rich man's wife. Breakfast in the morning with a burger. Not maen!

Gibran, the more I love you. Uh, but can't be too bucin. Later heartache. Handsome people are that, nyakitin. Especially this is money.

"Tone!"

"Yes, Mum."

It is also new, it has been called. I came to someone who called. Gibran was standing at the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Open your mouth!"

My forehead frowned.

"Hurry open!"

Although I was confused and still did not understand, I finally opened my mouth.

Holy hooch! My eyes are round with Mas Gibran's current behavior. He told me to open my mouth just for him to be greedy.

After that, Mas Gibran left for work after a few minutes we twisted each other's tongues.

I rubbed my wet lips while smiling.

"Open breakfast before eating burger."

Back at the dinner table, my phone rang. It must be Sari.

"Yes?"

"Gue otewe." Sari tells.

"okay."

Before Sari arrived, I had to finish this burger immediately and tidy up the makeup that had been disheveled because of Mas Gibran. I even felt my liptin was gone without a trace due to the wild pagutan earlier.