The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Story

"Lu, what, nginep in the apartment, anyway?" Sari asked as I had just entered her car.

"long story. That will be the last time" I said while wearing a seatbelt.

"Okay, you have to clear everything to me in detail!" Sari started driving her car.

"Yes. Btw, it's just the two of us, right?"

"Iye, the Rani I just couldn't. There's business he said."

"Sity?"

"Jan ask him, I'm dizzy! I no longer understand the same way of life. Miris bet the child. If you see how he looks now, you'll be shocked!" seloroh Sari with excitement.

"Why?" manya curious.

"Here, keep the story simple. We'll talk about it all at the cafe."

Arriving at the cafe, Sari immediately ordered two coffee lattes. I don't really like coffee, and Sari knows it. But because this is said to be treated, you can try occasionally. Just little. Sari also said, the coffee he said opium.

We both sat in the window seat.

"Excuse me," a waiter brought Sari the drink she ordered.

Smelling the aroma, instantly made my stomach feel nauseous. I quickly ran to the toilet. Vomiting in the morning as in previous days.

Sari is following.

"Sorry, yes. Because of me, you're like this. Uh, but you just smell the aroma doang right, huh? Not yet drinking. How did you vomit?" cerocos Sari while massaging the recesses of my neck.

"Yes, I don't know why either. In Jakarta, almost every morning is always like this." I said while wiping my mouth with a tissue.

"Lu kek other people bunting know, don't you?"

My body was still listening to that. No longer expecting to contain Mas Gibran's seeds. Because soon I will file a divorce lawsuit against the handsome man.

And again, haven't I been examined by a doctor? The result is negative. So maybe this is just a normal cheer.

"Hey! How, bengong?!" Sari slapped a finger in front of my face. I just smiled stiffly.

"Oh, let's go back. Coffee I'm afraid of laler later."

Because of the vomiting drama earlier, Sari replaced my coffee latte drink with lemon tea.

"Okay, I'll open the first story starting from Sari."

"Cyeileh, story, story. Do not use all opening. Cake people again meeting aje, you!"

"Ahaha. Uh, jerk!" Sari suddenly noticed me with a strange look. He delayed returning the glass that almost touched his mouth.

"Body you fat, yes" he said as he continued to scan me with a frowning forehead and probing gaze. I hope I don't think macem.

"Ah, your feelings only time. We haven't seen each other in a long time, so maybe that's what makes you see I feel different." I tried to avoid Sari's talk from going anywhere.

"Oh, three-month-old people we don't meet."

"Yes, that's hmm--"

"Ah, stop!" Sari quickly cut me off. Ferguso! But good, I didn't have to bother looking for a reason to answer her question. Honestly, I still doubt everything.

"What I heard about Siti, he said he was impregnated om om at night club. Now it's probably two months down the road. I never met him in the supermarket. He was with a big tall man, who I think was the one who killed Siti."

"And you know, don't you?" Sari makes a clear guess that I don't know the answer.

"What?"

Sari moved her face towards me.

"Siti looks happy with her new super duper sexy look!" Those words were beautifully sprayed right in front of my face.

"She also seems to have accepted om om om. I really don't look like a victim. And I think his is good too. Not very old," continued Sari.

I feel like I'm the one being talked about. Siti's fate is just as rich as the one I am.

"Makeup?" tanyaku later.

"Huum. Bule."

Tuh, right!

"Wow, Amazing!"

Then I remembered something. About Siti raving about her Father when she was drunk again at the club that night.

"If you know about his family, don't you?"

"true."

"Yes. So he and his mistress were subjected to violence by the abusive man. But thank God now Siti same nyokapnya already safe."

"Because Siti's been married?"

"Not that, dodol!" Sari patted my hand that was on the table.

"Then?"

"The rude man was imprisoned. Someone reported it."

"Thankful, huh. And I think Siti is still lucky because the person who has made her hamidun want to be responsible for her actions. Kan, there are many out there that when the seed of the man has grown in the womb, the girl is even displayed."

Feel like talking about yourself again.

"Yes, anyway. But it would be better if the man did not nanem seeds carelessly. Females are thought to be mere complacents!" Sari said with great emphasis.

Before asking again, I first spent the remaining half milk tea. Afraid to see Sari so.

"Btw, does the om have a chini, not yet?"

"Say too, married divorced," replied Sari. He then opened the phone which seemed to have an incoming message.

"No other woman's heart is hurt."

"Hm."

"Ri, now Siti still wants a friend we don't, huh?"

I feel sorry for Siti. The four of us have been best friends for a long time. From the bench-top start Esdeh.

"Of course."

Brak!

Astaghfirullah al 'adzim!

"Blouse! Why do you use all the tables? Make people almost hang!" my jolt to Sari who suddenly kicked the table quite hard. Kuelus chest because he was so surprised.

It suddenly made several pairs of eyes fixed on the two of us with a look of dislike.

"Sorrys. Not intent but intent." He even grinned at a whimper.

"Gue gawked too, you." I pretended to be floating my phone towards Sari.

"Already, don't bacot much! Tell everything!" sari urged. He crossed his chest with a jutek look.

"What story?" my question is really not understanding.

"Pake feigns amnesia all over."

"So, Ri?"

"About you!"

Okay, I understand now. Just putting together an idea should start where I tell it all. Not all ding. There are some things that are enough for me, Mas Gibran, and God alone knows.

"Gue why?" I deliberately provoked emotions.

"Try asking the grass to sway." Sari started to care. He looked out the window.

"Haha. Okay, I'm actually married."

"What?!"

"It's a habit, keles!"

"Our seriousness?" Again he raised his face. Convince what he just heard.

I answer only with deheman.

"Where is the origin?"

"Yes, that's why they first!"

"Okay, continue!"

Then I told him how I first met Mas Gibran at the night club that night, then the accident that got us married, about me who was almost expelled by the same Father Mother because they were so angry when they knew his daughter was stained, until the baby who was not present in my womb until now.

Sari shook her head in disbelief hearing my story.