The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Entrapment

[Come to hotel A. Your husband's waiting there. In room no.242]

A message came in from an unknown number.

I tapped a finger on the chin. Thinking, who would have sent the message. Why is he with Mas Gibran.

Not to be rash, I tried to call Mas Gibran's number. I asked him if it was true that he was in hotel A.

But several times I called Mas Gibran, not a single call was answered. I sent a watsap message as well just a check on one. Suddenly my feelings are not good.

A few seconds later, the message came back from the unknown number. This time he sent an address where hotel A was located. I opened that address. The distance from the house to get there is quite far, about an hour.

There's no other way but to go to that A hotel. I'm afraid nothing happened to Mas Gibran.

I'm ready to change the dress shirt coated with a dark oversized hoodie with matching colored jogers. No bags or anything. I just left with my phone.

"Non Tone? Where are you going gini nights, Non?" ask Bik Munah as I go down the stairs.

"You go to Mas Gibran's, Bik."

"Lho, didn't Mr Gibran say overtime, Non?"

"Yes, I want to go there."

"To office?"

"No. But to the hotel."

"Hotel?!" bik Munah asked with both eyebrows almost interlocked

"Yes. Somebody told me Nada, he said Mas Gibran was there."

The twilight woman then glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

"But it's 12 p.m., Non. Bik Mun is afraid of Non Nada why-why" he said worried.

"Just relax, Bik. Nada will ask Mang Haris for anterin. Btw, aunt why haven't you slept?"

"Bibik just finished cleaning up the warehouse."

I'm mangosteen.

"Yes, already, Bik. Tone go first, yeah."

"Come Bibik anter ahead. Haris is also like a molor."

Bik Mun then led me until I actually left with Mang Haris.

Mang Haris was the driver that Mas Gibran assigned to take me wherever I wanted to go. He also sometimes drove Bik Mun to the market every morning to shop for groceries.

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"No, it's still a long way off, huh?" I asked a man almost three heads who was focusing on driving.

"Mzan, Non. If Non Tone sleepy just go to sleep. Later Mamang woke up when it arrived." he said while glancing at me from the rearview.

I want to sleep, but I'm afraid of being forced. Although Mang Haris is a man who has been trusted by Mas Gibran, he is still a man who has high desires. So I had to endure the drowsiness just in case. Not preventing better?

"No, Mang Haris. Just can't wait to meet Mas Gibran, hehehe." I said punctuated by jokes.

"Non This tone besides pretty funny too, huh. Mr. Gibran can get it."

"His soul mate is his name, Mang. I got om om."

"Om om is also handsome right, Non? Tajir again." joked Mang Haris while chuckling.

I chuckle.

"Mang Haris could have."

Long enough pleasantries with Mang Haris, until I finally arrived at the hotel in question. I sent Mang Haris straight home on the grounds that I was going with Mas Gibran.

The atmosphere of the hotel is quite quiet because it is already midnight. I walked down the street looking for the room number where Mas Gibran was.

My eyes lit up when I saw the number 242 plastered in front of me. In front of the door I pegged, I had to knock on the door first, or I just went in.

After a few minutes, I pressed the handle without knocking on the door first. I walked in with slow steps barely making a sound.

On a bench, a man in a black suit sat back. Her hair looks fresh. But the man was not like Mas Gibran.

The deg!

My steps stopped, I was sure it wasn't my husband. Want to turn around, but suddenly my legs feel weak, even difficult to move.

The man got up and turned his body to face me. Then I saw that face.

"Lets play, Baby" said the brown-browed man with a mischievous grin on his face.

I bit my lower lip. The thing I always do when I'm scared.

I forced this leg to move out. But unfortunately, a man out of nowhere suddenly closed the door of this hotel room and locked it from the outside.

Brak! Brak! Brak!

"Please! Open door!" I shouted as I continued to pound the door hard.

"Whoever is there, help me!"

I heard a booming laugh from the man who was now probably walking towards me. I turned. Seeing him this instant makes me reflex to cross my arms on both shoulders.

The man locked me with both hands outstretched to the door body.

"Who are you? Why did you set me up?"

"I'm a close friend of your husband. Want to feel how a little girl plays in bed."

The grin on his face made me even more afraid and confused what to do. I've been into a crocodile trap.

"Please don't hurt me ..." I said softly.

"No. I'm not gonna hurt you, miss. I'm just asking you to satisfy me in bed. That'sallthatis. You can then get out of this room."

Hearing him say so, my heart growled. I am not a woman****** that they easily sleep with.

Then with a million bravado I kicked his prized asset.

Bugh!

"Akkhhh!" He grimaces while holding a cage*ngan.

Seeing it weaken, I glanced back and forth looking for anything I could use to hit.

At the table I saw a pretty big flower. I'll take it, then...

"Acci ...!"

The man caught me first and locked my hands behind my back.

Brakk!

The man slammed the flower fitting with emotion.

"Dare you act all sorts of things, I won't hesitate to get you battered in my bed!" the whispers are full of emphasis.

I can catch his breath hunting down my neck. Can I survive the death of this wild wolf?

"What do I have to do to get you to let me go?"

"Good question! Let me show you."

Heartlessly, the man threw me on the bed. He took off the suit he was wearing, then threw it away at first.

"Please!"

"Be quiet! Or I'll shut your mouth with my mouth!"

Then the big hand took off the hoodie I was wearing. Leave a plain white shirt with short sleeves. I held onto my stomach as the man dropped weights over my body.

Why are the lives of men not far from the sidelines?

"aaa! Unhand me!" I kept dodging as he tried to kiss my lips.

"Mas Gibran, help me!"

Not long after that I heard the door open as if it had been broken.