The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Turns out

Slowly I opened my eyes. I vaguely saw the room was all white. Then blink a few times until everything is clear. On the side, I felt someone holding my hand.

"Mother?!" I said surprised when I found Mom sobbing while tightly grasping my hand. Behind Mom sitting, there was a Father standing with a face look gloomy.

What the hell is it? What the hell happened to me?

"Mas, what am I?" I asked the handsome man who stood gallantly to my left with both hands into his pants pocket.

"You're fine." he said as he stroked my head.

"Where is Rani Sari?"

"They're home."

Naturally, two of my friends have gone home. Because the clock on the wall already pointed at the number ten night. I fainted for a long time.

Turning to Mom, I stared fixedly at the two faces of the old man who had been leaving for a few days without news. There is a sense of annoyance, but the sense of longing is greater.

"Where have you been all this time?" tanyaku.

Mother's cry broke even more and made me confused about my current condition. I saw you shed tears too.

"Tone .. Sorry Mom and Dad. Because of us, you-" Mother did not continue her words. The middle-aged woman was even as excited and was crying even louder. Makes me suspect that something bad has happened.

"Mom, don't be so loud. Fear of bothering other patients." I calmed down by stroking both of my shoulders.

"Where's stomach? Still sick, isn't it?" Mas Gibran asked while helping me sit on the dashboard of the gurney.

"Still, but not so bad."

"Now you eat first. I just bought toast with hot rice."

"You want to toast."

"Hm. Let me bribe you." Mas Gibran pointed a small piece of chocolate barley bread into my mouth, but I refused it.

"Let's go, Mas. Mom is still crying. Father also. Why am I, actually? I'm fine, aren't I, Mas?"

"Let your mother explain." The eagle's eyes of Mas Gibran were seen sharpening towards the two people who were crying.

"Mom, let's talk." I pleaded with annoyance.

Mom took my hand again, then held it.

"Take off the hands of Tone if you don't want to talk." I took my eyes off my parents.

"Mother will be clear, but you have to promise not to hate us."

I cringe. So great was the sin they had committed that I feared I would hate it.

"Depends." I replied briefly.

"Same mother you left because of the invitation of Mrs Veronika, your in-laws. He lured us a house, a car, and free walks on one condition. We have to get away from this town and let you live alone because she knows that you're not Mom's real son."

The deg!

My tears just escaped. I peeked into Mom's iris.

"Say that Mom is lying."

"No, Son. I'm talking honestly. Mother told him that the mother's son would not be alone because there was a husband who would always be with him. But Miss Veronika said that as soon as possible she would separate you from your husband."

Can't stand it, I brushed off Mom's hand.

"Are you also not my biological parents?" my question was as I stared at the faithful middle-aged man looking down while occasionally wiping the corner of the eye.

"He's your biological father. I had you when I was with my first wife.

"So?"

"Yes, my mother is my second wife. But that doesn't mean the mother's a mistress. We got married shortly after your mother died giving birth to you."

My eyes are getting bigger. One problem has just been solved, and another problem has now arisen. A fact that managed to make me lose my spirit of life and almost commit suicide.

My lips trembled with the sobs and tightness of my chest when I heard all of Mom's words. Why is he telling the truth now?

"And about the pain in your stomach, it's because you're bleeding."

What else is this?

"Yes. You're pregnant, and you're entering the second month. Madame Veronika said."

"Explain everything!"

"good. Mrs Veronika said that when your husband called the family doctor to check on you, you were positive for pregnancy. But cunningly your in-laws asked the woman's doctor not to tell her the real result."

"Mas" called me in a quivering voice.

"Yes?"

"Is now that baby still in here." I lowered my head, stroking my stomach while shedding tears. Wishing that little thing was still alive in my womb.

Then Mas Gibran's answer made the corner of my lips curl. The man smiled while nodding for sure.

"He's still with you."

"Mas, please tell them to get out of my room." Mas Gibran who understood my speech, turned his gaze to the two people I meant.

I heard Mom's crying getting louder. He even asked me to go back to his house. Unfortunately, my wish to return home full of memories has been dashed.

*****

Three days passed, and now I'm back in Jakarta. No Mama, no Rara.

This luxurious house looked deserted and was only inhabited by servants before the host returned.

Mas Gibran said, Mother and her sister went abroad precisely in London. They will stay there until when.

The clock was pointing at seven o'clock the night I just finished cleaning myself. I leaned on Mas Gibran who was holding a laptop on the bed.

"Bag,"

The plain black-clothed man turned his head.

"Hm. Why?"

"Did you know I was pregnant?"

"Yes. That's why I never panic when you're constantly feeling nauseous."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"You should be able to feel the physical changes and your monthly guests."

"I'm enjoying life too much. So I don't feel pregnant."

"What matters is that you know now. Take care of him, and don't let it bleed again."

Mas Gibran tidied up his work and put a laptop on the nightstand just like that. Then he broke down and took me into a hug.

"definitely. But since when do you know?" I wrapped my left hand around Mas Gibran's waist.

"Since your parents disappeared without news."

I frowned while looking at Mas Gibran questioningly.

"When I went to the office at the beginning of the apartment stay, I saw Mama was with a couple in a cafe. It turns out they are your parents. Then I asked Vino to investigate all that."

"Wait a minute, don't they know each other. How can we meet?"

One corner of Mas Gibran's lips lifted, forming a slanted smile.

"You don't know who Mama is. She can do anything to achieve her goals."

"The goal is to separate the two of us?"

"really. He wants me to marry the son of his rich friend."

Mas Gibran is already this rich. But still be required to look for more treasures. I also just found out that Om Vino is Mas Gibran's subordinate. Their friendship has been established since Om Vino worked in Mas Gibran's office.

I really don't end up with Mama. He's his mind outside the nurul. But let it be. Kudo' will hopefully be all Monday.

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