The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Just Slander

"I'm afraid I don't have anything with that woman. All his words are slanderous. He set me up to marry him."

Gibran said softly in my ear. Her hand gently caressed my arm. Occasionally I feel him also dipping my crown. My current position is lying down by defying him.

I didn't know if he was lying or not. But from the tone he spoke, as if being frustrated.

"And unfortunately again the snake woman influenced Mama to help her," he said again. And it made me turn around to face him.

I looked into the eagle's eyes. Looking for a lie I didn't find.

"I am indeed a child born of a mistress, but that does not mean that my Papa's vices are declining on me. For whatever I could swear, I've never had a relationship with any woman as long as it's with one woman I wish I could be together forever."

"Mama's words about the paid woman were just Mama's wits so I would obey her wishes."

I cringe.

"Mas, you know I heard all that?" many finally.

"Hm. You should have just entered that time. Don't just listen to it from the outside."

"But how do you know? Do you have any inner science?"

Mas Gibran chuckled.

"In front of the door my work space is always installed cctv. From there I saw you standing. Then cry over something that is not necessarily the truth. Even in the morning your eyes are puffy."

Geez, I was so embarrassed to be caught hearing Mas Gibran chat with Mama at the time.

"Sorry," I said softly as I slapped his face in the chest of his field.

"It's okay."

"Continue on Renita." I went back to fighting. I looked at that handsome face up close.

"She's a sneaky woman. To stop at all costs to earn money. He also easily influenced Mama to get close to me. I really want my money."

"Affect what you mean, Mas?"

Gibran changed position. Look at the ceiling of the room. Maybe his memory is spinning backwards on the events of a few years ago.

"Before I married a model, she approached me first."

"The model woman I mean is Ms. Nilam, right?"

"true."

Very amusing. Mas Gibran like very ogah to call the name Mbak Nilam.

"Then Mas Gibran chose to marry Mbak Nilam, then Mbak Renita did not accept?"

"It could be so. Clearly, at the age of two in my marriage, the deceitful woman set me up by putting sleeping pills in my drink. Then take pictures like we're sleeping in one bed."

"Wait on! That con woman is Ms Renita, right?"

"Hm."

Go, Bang! Intention of explanation even seliwetan like this.

"Mas, you just say his name. I'm confused by the horror." I said exasperatedly.

"Understand it." he said lightly.

Ck! It should be a girl who should be understood. Not the other way around.

"OK, continues?"

"He acts like I'm fucking her. I was so sure that I didn't do that to him. All of this happened with the help of my mother. The woman in my blood is bleeding her blood." Mas Girban tilted his body and pulled me into the crib.

"That's why until now I hated Mama. Mama would trap her own biological child just for the money."

It turns out this is the reason Mas Gibran has always been so cold to his mother.

I thought hard. Isn't Mama the wife of a billionaire's stash? He should have a lot of money too, right? But why would he have to be willing to frame his own son just for money.

"If it's just for the money, why not ask the same Mas Gibran? Is it, rich?"

"I wasn't as much treasure as I am now. And the mother of the little boy who called me Papa at the restaurant, she was the son of a wealthy businesswoman who wanted to mate with me."

"That means Mas Gibran's marriage is the same Sister Nilam not approved by Mama?"

"I don't know, 'cause I saw Mama fine when I married that model."

"Yes. But there are still some things I want to ask Mas Gibran."

"About?"

"Milham's mother."

Gibran was silent. He didn't want to talk about the past with his first wife. But because I wanted to know too much, so go ahead.

"Actually what made you split up. I heard it was Mas Gibran who dropped the talaq on Mbak Nilam."

"You're the one who fell into a talak, you can't. Because she's a girl."

"Mas!" I pinched his waist slowly. This is how he joked.

"Maybe his soul mate just got there."

"Yes, but why?" tanyaku. I want to answer this moment, too.

"No papa."

"Maas ...."

"We better get some sleep." Mas Gibran even closer to me.

Inevitably I have to swallow all my kekeoan until this stone man wants to tell his own story.

*****

"I'm bored ...!" my screams echoed in the room. Let's hope the room is soundproof now, so that the person in the next room doesn't hear the commotion I made today.

After Mas Gibran left for the office, I locked myself in a room. Watching the drakor that people say is fun.

But what is the truth? I don't like the drama I'm watching right now. The female lead is too cute and likes to act silly.

Uh, bentar! It's me not talking to myself anymore, is it?

Then I watch the drama that is still playing on the phone screen. The story is about a female actor. He is crazy about the handsome guy who is also a lecturer in his campus..

The guy who has a cold and calm suit, too prestige to state that in fact he also has a taste in the girl.

The problem is, the handsome man is not a real earth creature. Except coming from another planet. Oh, my God, the girl doesn't like any other guy anymore to like aliens.

Although cute, yes not from other planets also times.

Bye, skip! Now I go through google. Looking for a romantic comedy movie recommendation where the male lead is not rich two-door refrigerator.

Long time I searched, until it did not feel the day was almost dzuhur. That's how it's been spending hours. Ah, non-benefit!

Finally I went out to the kitchen, looking for groceries to make whatever menu I wanted. My recipe comot google.

I spent a few minutes in the kitchen.

The cooking recipe video I was watching stopped immediately because of a video call coming in from Sari.

"Wife om om handsome again why, tuh?" seloroh Sari as I answer her call.

Less asem bet yes boy. Greetings no, maen jeplak aja.

"What?!"

"Buskey! It's not true, Madam."

"Jan makes me dart, yeah!" my words give warning. Across there, Sari even scattered.

"Santay, Bumil. I just want to tell you, tomorrow at the Mall there is a massive sale. Almost all clothing brands by one get one."

"Well, really?" I, who like discounting, asked excitedly.

"Of course it's a lie!"

Click!

Sari disconnected her connection.

"Sari ...!!" I screamed with bated emotions. Then swearing at a luck-nut friend who always liked to prank me.

'May you please, Sari'