The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

The dinner fucked up

"But, nih, ye. If I look around, you rich man again cravings to know, Nad."

"Infant, here. Just take a walk to the park after from the cafe, suddenly you say you really want to eat hard fruit. Keep fit still in the cafe you just smell the aroma of coffee just immediately vomit. And now you are very sensitive. It's so cryy."

"The tone I know is tough, not whiny. Like postage. Not even a mewek like this."

From earlier Sari nyerocos aja discussing me who said he was two-bodied. Although I also felt that there was something strange about me, but it seemed that being pregnant was not the right answer to answer that weirdness.

"Ri, you can't diem, anyway? My mummified nutmeg is horrifying." I said while massaging the temple.

"No way, Nad. Cannot. That Lu needs advice. And I have to give it."

The tring!

Watsap messages coming in on my phone. The Mas Gibran. Soon open.

[I'm already ahead. Cepet here]

I searched for his whereabouts. Walking outside the pager, I saw Mas Gibran's car was put back and ready to go back.

"Nad, have you been picked up?" ask Sari who is still sitting on the porch of my house.

"Yes." Yeah."

Sari walked over.

"Say dong!" he said while patting my shoulder.

I saw Mas Gibran get out of his car. He stepped towards me and Sari stood up. In front of my pager.

"Crazy! Gibran is getting better, yeah!"

I laughed a little at it.

"Om" said Sari with a smile.

"I Sari temennya Nada."

Stunned I saw Sari's behavior is not as usual, cuek same guy. This time he let out his mischievous behavior.

"Already, already. Don't be flirty." I slapped Sari's hand out toward Mas Gibran.

"You got a car, right?" Gibran asked Sari.

"Yes, Om. But if Om Gibran wants to stop, his car can be pulled."

Plaque!

"Aw, Nad! Pain, tau!"

"Sorrys. Suddenly my hands gatel slap people." ketusku while cross the chest.

"Here you go, I want to go home. First yes, Om." said Sari while smiling sweetly at my husband. Feels like my pigtails are my lips.

Mas Gibran and I went home, after Sari was out of sight.

*****

"Tumben is not with Om Vino." Gibran turned his head, then refocused on the road. He drove while occasionally glancing at me with a hard-to-understand look.

"He's on leave."

"Why?"

"His mother is being treated."

"Oh."

"Why go back to your parents' house?"

"Nothing. We'll have dinner tonight at the restaurant, yes." I asked Mas Gibran.

"You want to eat something?"

"No, kok. I want to go there."

Already in the apartment, I'm cleaning up. Shower, change clothes, pray, and get ready to go out because it will be dinner with Mas Gibran.

"Oh, it's beautiful. Ngaca mulu from earlier." exclaimed Mas Gibran when he saw the left right router in front of the mirror.

Mas Gibran said, Life does not need to be disturbed. Just go as it should. Enjoy, and stay focused on improving yourself for the better. Don't waste your time right now just to regret the past.

Therefore, even though I am confused and troubled right now, I try to respond calmly. But sometimes I worry, anyway. Hehe. But I believe every problem must have a way.

"Has not danced yet?"

"Already, come!"

I tucked my left hand into Mas Gibran's arm. The man was wearing a soft blue shirt combined with black material pants. Always looking cool as always.

While I was wearing a knee-length dress with a small love pattern with matching colors like Mas Gibran's shirt.

We chose dinner at SALE Italian Ristorante. The first pass is greeted with a romantic song by a person who is again kasmaran.

My netraku sweeps this beautiful room. I like the same view. The design of the restaurant is also authentic Italian vibe.

Mas Gibran ordered spaghetti ai funghai with a millano. I don't know the menus here yet, just follow what my husband ordered.

Food arrived. Looks super duper delicious. I hope it fits in my village's tongue.

We both started eating quietly. Until something surprising happens.

A little boy about the age of four came up and called Mas Gibran Papa.

I stared intently at Mas Gibran who remained calm.

"Father!" call the little boy again.

"Mas, he called you." I'm telling. Because Mas Gibran was just silent, not knowing.

"Papa" the braid-haired boy tugged at the end of Mas Gibran's shirt.

"Darling, you know this Om?" ask me as gently as possible. I crouched down to align my position with the little girl who came out of nowhere.

"He's my Papa, Brother."

"Celia! Why did you get out of your arms with Mama?!"

A woman ranged maybe 25 years old, pulling a rough little boy who was standing in front of me. It's probably her mother. And then I saw Mas Gibran staring at the woman in sexy clothes.

"Mama, Celia wants to be with Papa." The little boy, known as Celia, had said that Mas Gibran was his father.

"Don't, Son. Can't! Let Papa you have fun with his new wife!" said the woman was full of emphasis.

"Enough, Renata! Save all your trashy words!" Mas Gibran stood up while slamming the fork to make a loud noise. The man looked very emotional. Honestly, I've never seen Mas Girban this angry.

Mas Gibran's bluff just made the woman named Renita slightly retreat. I hugged Celia and took her a little away from the two people who were fighting a conflict.

"You want to dodge especially? Clearly Celia is your son, your flesh and blood!"

At first glance I saw the woman glancing at me while saying so.

"Now you leave here and never appear before me again. Also tell your cipher friends, that I won't be fooled by your rotten plans."

From the visible expression, the woman was like frightened hearing Mas Gibran say so.

"Observe you, Gibran! Until whenever I won't give up seizing your heart!"

The woman named Renita clenched her hands together. There was a glimmer of annoyance drawn on his long face.

"Celia, let's go home!" He then forced Celia and took her away in a hurry. Celia roared because she did not want to go with him.

"Papa, please Celia, Pa. Celia doesn't want to be with Mama!" shouted the little boy while continuing to look back. To the man he called Papa.

However, Mas Gibran did not react. He looked at me who was looking at him with a sad look. Gibran is a man of mystery. Just a few months into being his wife I've been shocked by many unexpected events.

I took off the rough bando who was enthroned in my hair. Then walk out with your feet.

Fucked up my dinner tonight.