The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

accidents

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Under the angsana tree I took shelter. The scorching sun made me feel like a sweat bath.

Then a few minutes later, a dragonfly motor stopped right in front of me while I was waiting for Rani. The owner opened the helmet. And look at that handsome face. Davins.

"Not home yet?" tanyakanya.

"Not yet" I replied briefly.

"You want antherin, don't you?"

"No, thanks. I wait for Rani." I said without looking at her handsome face. I admit he's cool. Especially when this is. It's like the racer on tv-tv.

"Rani hasn't come home since?" He cringed.

I looked up at him with a wrinkled forehead. "Huh? Wrong look, kali." I hope he is really wrong.

He seemed to be glaring at something. "Maybe. That's what I'm going to be first."

"Hm."

He's back in his helmet. Then it sped away.

My feeling is not good. Rani has gone home. But I wanted it right in the cafeteria he said he was coming home late with me. The time he forgot.

I know Rani is just good at lessons. Alias 00n about life. But I didn't leave me either. He is the one who makes the promise. Be careful if you actually forget. Gibeng is also a man.

"Hello!" I answered a call from the awaited one. He must still be in the parking lot and want to come back here again.

"Nad, sorry, I'm home. I forgot to screw you. I'm in the new house." Instantly my look turned fierce. Maybe there were two horns on my head. I swear, I have a lot of emotions because he talks so well.

Without a word I instantly turned off the connection. Free also ngoceh-ngoceh. He won't understand. In fact, I would think that I'm like a crazy person who is angry with himself.

I waited a long time, hot, even left. You know what Davin was after. Gini, well it feels diphp-in. Piercing to ulu hati. Where it's quiet again. Ojek also no one passed by.

"Kim!!!" I screamed as loud as possible. Putting all my frustration on Rani.

Watch out for you Rani!

I had to walk home. Can burn the skin. Tired, thirsty anyway. How about halfway through the street I pass out. Yes, if helped. Being molested? Oh no!

Soon I get rid of those bad thoughts.

"Silence, calm down, don't panic." Breathe many times to be stable again. Then I got the phone in my pocket. Trying to contact Siti.

"Sory, say. I again nemenin nyokap nganterin order." he said after I said ask for help to be picked up.

Okay, kumaklumi because his mother Siti open a cake order service.

This time I tried to call Sari. If he can help, I wait for an answer with anxious expectation.

"Gue's swimming the same as me. If you want to wait 15 minutes, I'll be there."

'Fifteen minutes, it must feel long if awaited' I murmured in my heart.

Ah but gapapa. Than on foot.

"Okay, I'm waiting at the ojek base, yeah." I finally managed to wait for Sari for 15 minutes.

Tired of standing up, I decided to move. Cross over and sit on the long chair across the street. The usual place for the ojek-man.

However, only twice a foot stepped, from the right direction I saw a white car traveling at high speed. Didn't give me a chance to escape, until...

Brakk!

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I woke up from my bed. The treating doctor said, I was in a coma for three days.

When it was moved in the ward, many people who entered to visit including the perpetrator who hit me. I was surprised to find out who he was.

Either on the orders or of his own volition, one by one the people who visited me stepped out. Letting me alone with the man who had been standing by the window, but his gaze was always on me. He watched and I felt it.

We're just two in the treatment room.

His broad steps led him to get near me. He then sat down and looked at me with a look that? It seems he's not okay. Seen from his handsome face that looks tangled with blackened eye bags.

This black-clothed man beside me sat quietly with his hands clasped together.

"I'm really sorry for what happened to you." He began to open his voice. I looked at him without a blink.

Honestly, my body is still limp at the moment and wants to sleep immediately. But seeing him here, I didn't seem to want to waste the golden opportunity I had been waiting for. Sit facing each other and look at each other. Romantic, right?

"Rest, it looks like your condition is still weak" he said again when I did not respond to his words earlier.

"Let me fix the blanket." He pulled the blanket on my toe and carried it up the thigh because I was still sitting.

Reflex I hold the chest. My heart suddenly beat very fast and fast when I saw it this close. His face and my face were barely distant. I hope I don't faint.

He who realized that, looked so panicked.

"Why? Is anyone sick?"

I'm shaking. He scrunched his forehead. Making both of his black eyebrows almost interlocked.

"Then why? What's his chest tight? I called the doctor, yes."

Seeing her as sweet as it was I felt like many butterflies were dancing in my heart. Aish! When else can two-duan kayak gini. May the third not be Etan!

"Don't!" prevent me while pulling his suit when he was about to go call the doctor. I didn't think it turned out that my pull was strong enough to make us almost civilized if only there was none...

"No!!" Three bullies broke into my ward. Making the atmosphere that was once romantic, now turned into ambyar. Who else if not Rani, Siti, and Sari.

Immediately Om Gibran pulled his body and tidied the suit that had been scuffed because of the pull earlier.

"Eh, there's Om handsome widower. Since then, just now, what from yesterday?"

"Young?!" surprised me with wide eyes when I heard Siti's greeting to Om Gibran.

"I'll go home first. Later that night I come here again." he said and waltzed away. Leave a row of questions in my head about his status.

After Om Gibran disappeared behind the door, I pointed at these three people with various questions. I stared at their faces one by one.

"Ti, you mean what do you say the same widower Om Gibran?"

"Sari, why are you all new at coming?"

"And you Rani, I hate it!"

I asked those three questions in a sharp tone. While looking, I folded my hands on my chest.

"The three of us from the first time you entered the hospital, always nengokin. Especially Rani. He comes three times a day to make sure you're okay. When it comes to Om Gibran, the story is long. Mending you fill the energy first so that the spit can go home. Not much of a thought." It was not Siti or Rani who answered, but Sari. The boy was carrying a lot of fruit with various types that were wrapped in large red plastic.

"Tone, I'm sorry. You can punish me if you want. But plis don't hate me." Rani hugged me tightly while crying.

I almost ran out of breath as Rani tightened her embrace. Luckily Siti immediately pulled the glasses boy away from me.

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