The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

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"Ri, can I ask you a favor, can't I?"

Sari elbowed my arm.

"Lu, who's cake. I'll help you while I can."

I smiled doubtfully. Right now Sari and I are sitting on a plastic chair by the side of the road. We're both ordering two bowls of mercon meatballs to eat on the spot.

Just now, after the cafe and the streets in the park, suddenly I want to eat fruitful. So before I go home, I take Sari to eat meatballs on the roadside, our subscription place when we go home from school.

"Btw, what would you like to ask for help?" Sari shifted her chair to face me.

"Gue wanted to meet Mother and Father," I cite later.

"Geez, Nada, I'm out of whack. Going home is it hard? If you're embarrassed, I'm anterin." said Sari who pretended to understand what I experienced.

"That's the problem. From the moment I first arrived, I was not home. I don't know where they're going."

"I mean you?" Sari frowned in astonishment.

I took a deep breath, then took it out slowly. Before making a sound, I received a bowl of super spicy meatballs from the helping hand of Mang Wawan, the thick mustache mainstay meatballs.

"A-"

"Start!" Sari cut off my words, then shouted at the meatball. "Mangs! Ask for more saos!"

Soon Mang Wawan held out a bottle containing sauce sambal to Sari.

"Ck! So gini, Permata Sari, I'm here going straight to Mom's house, well, right there it turns out the occupants are not all. Long before that, we used video calls. And Mom said they accepted Mas Gibran as her son-in-law. The idea is that when we visit, they run away. That's it!" obviously I'm at length.

"You're sure they've accepted your new status?" sari asked after she put meatballs in her mouth.

"Gue doesn't know either."

"Maybe that's the problem."

"So how am I supposed to be?" many frustrating. I thrust the garfu into the largest meatball, then ate it with the arrogant. I saw Mang Wawan shudder in horror at that.

"Yes, already. Let's go to your parents' house. Find out where they really are. Now we finish the meatballs. Kasian Mang Wawan, he already wants to travel again tuh keknya."

I raised my face. It was seen that Mang Wawan was sitting on the shoulder of the road while occasionally wiping the sweat that flooded his forehead.

That tired old face reminded me of my father.

***

The clock was three o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at Mom's house. I opened the pager that was not padlocked.

Just as I closed the pager back, a middle-aged mother called out to me. He's a neighbor behind the house who often sells fish. Her name is Bu Laksmi. He approached me who was still standing in front of the pager with Sari.

"Tone, right?" tanyanya.

"Yes. What's up, Miss Laksmi?"

"Cock, just saw, yeah. Where are you going, Neng?"

"Ehehe, vacation, ma'am. By the way what's going on, huh, Miss Laksmi?"

"Eh, this, last week I pinjem money with your mother, now you want to pay. There was no one here yesterday. So this afternoon I'm here again."

"Hmm." Honestly confused about what. Because even now the same mother Father has not returned.

"His Goddess Mother is home, right? Is it still a walk?"

Waitaminute! From the question, it seems like Miss Laksmi knows where my parents are going.

"It would be very nice for Bu Dewi to be with Mr. Ahmad because he was invited to walk around using a luxury car" said Bu Laksmi without being asked.

Sari glanced at me. He then gave me a code that I don't know what it means, I don't understand. I was also confused about how to lure Ms. Laksmi into telling me what she saw about my parents. Because if asked directly, I'm afraid he's suspicious and thinking everywhere.

"When did Miss Goddess go, Mom?" Suddenly Sari asked.

"No, Ma. Tone is just a story of himself doang. The others don't."

Clever! I knew Sari was helping me find information about my parents who had suddenly disappeared without a trace. A lot of pangs, my friend.

"Mom saw it three days ago. His legs also seemed to be in a hurry. That's cool, the one with the girl's fancy car."

"Two?"

"Hm, maybe Mom's age, yeah. It's just because he's making money, so it looks young."

I was silent thinking of something. Who would this woman Bu Laksmi meant.

"Mom can deposit the money with you, can't Neng Nada?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am, I can."

"Here," Ms. Laksmi held out a blue-colored banknote towards me.

"Thank you, yeah. Salamin to your mother." Ms. Laksmi then left after I said yes.

"About who, yes, did you take the same mother to leave?"

"Try you inget-inget, sodara or your cousin there is not a feature similar to that mentioned by Bu Laksmi earlier."

Family Grandma from the Father, all in Bandung. And it seems like nothing like that. As for Mother's family, I wasn't very close and only knew a few.

"Stress me for a long time" I said frustrated. Sari chuckled.

"Patience, patience. People are patient his life is over!"

"Not funny, yeah!" ketusku as it passed left Sari who was even engrossed in laughing at the complicated story of my family. Your authority later.

"Abson, Madam."

I sat on the terrace staring at the sky that looked cloudy. Just like my heart is now.

Then spread the two netra throughout the home page. Right at that second, I found something hanging on the window frame. It's hiding behind a duster hanging on a nail boy.

I move and grab it. House keys.

"Why, Nad?"

I showed Sari the keys to the house. My mind is getting more and more confused. My eyes warmed up to think something bad was going to happen to me.

Why did Mom and Dad leave me on purpose? What do they mean. I wanted to scream as loud as possible.

"Here," Sari took the key from my hand, then stepped towards the door and opened it.

"Try now you're in. Who knows in your order leave a letter or what cake it is." said Sari.

I who was looking at it immediately woke up and went inside with Sari. There is nothing strange in this house. Everything seems ordinary and unchanging. Only the owner does not exist.

It didn't feel like I was in there for nearly an hour. I pulled the cell phone that was ringing. There were two missed calls from Mas Gibran.

[What's up, Mom?] I sent a message.

Shortly after, a call came in from Mas Gibran. Immediately I pressed the green icon.

"Where?" ask Mas Gibran across there.

"Mother's house. Just go home, okay."

"Stay right there. I'll be there."

Click!

Mas Gibran cut the connection unilaterally.

Judging from the clock, the man seemed to have just left the office and was about to pick me up. Sari said that she would take me home.