The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Angry Gibran

"Fuck!"

Mas Gibran pulled the back of the man who was still on top of me, then taught him.

"How dare you touch mine!"

Bugh! Bugh! Bugh!

Death's fist continued to float into the evil man's face. Surprisingly, why didn't he fight back as Mas Gibran continued to beat him to a pulp.

"Mas! Enough." I hugged Mas Gibran from behind. Prevent this handsome guy who might just finish off the bad guy.

"I'm afraid he'll report you" I shrieked behind his back.

"Rather. I'm gonna report this son of a bitch for harassment."

The man was seen grinning while rubbing the corner of the lips that were bleeding with his finger.

"Report it. That way, you're indirectly going to put your mother in jail."

"Gibran, I know you hate your mother. But I know for sure you won't do that." he added with a grimacing look in pain.

Mas Gibran pulled the man's collar and slightly lifted him up.

"Explain why you can make a show with that woman" Mas Gibran said with great emphasis.

I know, the woman that Mas Gibran meant must be Mama.

"Your mother asked me to fuck your wife, Gibran."

"Then without thinking do you support it?"

"of course. I haven't played with women in a long time. Moreover, I see your wife is very seductive." The man glanced at me with a hungry look.

"Basic jerk!"

Bugh!

"Haha. Troll, Gibran. But the price your mother paid was very tempting." The man chuckled for a moment before continuing his words. "Imagine, I was given the task of sleeping with a woman, and then after that I got a very small amount of pay. Interesting right?"

Damn you!"

Bugh!

Mas Gibran again raised a fist on the man's face without removing his grip.

"Where is the woman now?"

"You want to meet him?" asked the man scoffed.

"Quick say!"

"good. See me tomorrow at the cafe near your office. I'm gonna come down there with your stupid mother."

Bugh!

Brak!

The man fell down because of Mas Gibran's fist and push so hard. Then Mas Gibran pulled me out of that luck-nut hotel room.

I fear. Because my handsome husband was driving at above average speed. He still looks very emotional because of the incident. His face flushed with the neck veins coming out.

I closed both eyes by tightly gripping the jogger pants I was wearing.

Ciitt!

The car stopped suddenly. It is possible that Mas Gibran understood with my fear until he took my hand and said.

"sorry. Next time you have to be careful with messages coming in from unknown numbers."

I opened my eyes, then nodded obediently.

The night wind makes my body so cold. Plus at this time I only wear short shirts, because the oversized hoodie has been forcibly snatched by the bad guy at the hotel.

Again Mas Gibran understood the situation I was now stroking my arm for shivering. The man then took off his suit, and put it on me. I smile.

After that, the car returned. This time at a moderate speed.

*****

It's possible that the man won't touch me because there's a touch of the bad guy in this body.

After feeling completely clean, I came out of the bathroom with lips trembling because of the cold.

"Why don't you just take a warm bath?" ask Mas Gibran upset. I know he's worried.

"Mas didn't say." I replied slowly. I sat beside Mas Gibran, who was sitting on the lip of the bed.

I saw Mas Gibran sighing.

"Why not the initiative itself?" It seemed that the man in the soft blue shirt was irritated at his wife's behavior.

I just shut up while looking down. Mas Gibran lifted my chin and tidied up the little haircut that was slightly blocking my face.

"Where to shampoo again. Not tomorrow you also have to shampoo early in the morning" he said making me frown confused, but immediately bowed embarrassed when he understood where Mas Gibran talks. I think my cheeks are red.

"Your face is warming." Mas Gibran cupped my face with both hands while smiling. I know he's flirting.

"Mas ..." I took off Mas Gibran's hand and was about to move. Even though it's legitimate, I'm still shy with him sometimes. I'm afraid my libido is rising because I've been looking at that handsome face for too long.

"Where are you going?" He took my hand and stopped my steps.

"Pake clothes, let it not cool."

Gibran smiled meaningfully.

"No need. Let me warm you up."

Slowly, Mas Gibran removed the distance created between us. The white towel wrapped around my body had been removed easily.we held each other in love with gentleness.

That hand was stroking my stomach.

"I want to see him" he said in a hoarse voice.

I who have been overcome with passion only answered with a resigned nod. Then Mas Gibran began to take off all his clothes.

For the umpteenth time our bodies became one. Gurgle the beauty of the earthly paradise in the love of marriage.

*****

"Non Nada why do you daydream early in the morning?" Mbak Fitri's voice surprised me who was sitting alone on a park bench.

The three-headed woman with a face full of acne was seen tidying up some flowers that were messy due to heavy rain this morning.

"No papa, Ma'am. Nada just misses you with Mom."

"Can Call, Non. Or not Non Nada ask anterin you just make it to Tangerang."

"Mas Gibran is busy, Ma'am." I went down and tidied up the flowers.

"Yes, anyway. Mr. Gibran likes to be busy. He was the least able whose name was just silent at home. But for example Non said to ask for a transfer, surely Mr. Anterin really, Non. Tuan is very in love with Non Nada" he said at length.

"Hehe. Yes, Ma'am." Then my gaze was fixed on a white flower in a unique and funny shape, a little similar to an orchid.

"What is this flower called, Ma'am Fit?" I asked as I pointed at the cute petals.

"Bak doesn't know, Non. Just said Bik Munah, the flower is his favorite Non Rara because of Mr. Gibran's 17th birthday gift."

Hearing that I want to also be given the same flower Mas Gibran.

"Yes, I did, Ma'am. The tone goes in first, yes. Want snacking. Laper."

"Yes, Non. Thank you for helping me to get the bungan."

"okay."

I lay myself on the bed. Checking the phone, exactly looking for my shots earlier who photographed funny flowers in the garden next to the house. Then I put the picture of the flower to google, to find out what the name and species of the funny flower.

"Oh, it turns out his name is Ghost Orchid." I read an article on the cell phone explaining the flower.

Ghost Orchid flowers come from Peru, and the price per one stalk of this flower reaches four thousand dollars or about 56 million rupiah. Bussyet!