The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Luka

Every minute I stared at the wall clock hanging there. Waiting for the clock to the number five, the exact return of Mas Gibran.

When I pointed to the number five, I had to wait another thirty minutes for Mas Gibran to get home.

Minutes passed and I heard a horn coming from outside. That must be Mas Gibran. I immediately stepped towards the front door to welcome his arrival. The smile did not escape my face.

"Mas" I said with a sweet smile as I reached out to kiss my husband's hand.

The man knitted his eyebrows.

"Tumbent."

My smile immediately receded.

Habits! The wife changed better instead of a smile, even a response like that. Lucky baby! Otherwise, I've already sold to your tokped, Mas.

Even so, Mas Gibran still thrust his hand which I immediately saluted.

"This is my bag." I snatched the black bag out of Mas Gibran's hand without waiting for approval from the master.

"No, here. That weight." Mas Gibran tried to reach for the bag I had brought first.

"What client?" ask Mas Gibran when we are in the room.

Nah! This is what I like. It turned out that he was instantly sensitive.

"I want flowers." I replied to the point.

Mas Gibran who was taking off the watch in his hand, immediately turned his head with a confused look.

"Grow?" tanyanya.

"Flower, if you don't understand."

"Look. What flowers." retorts pretentiously. Though it was clear he did not understand when I said flowers.

"The flower that Rara had. Gifts from Mas Gibran on his 17th birthday."

"Where are you from?" His eyes seemed to be introgating.

"That's why I don't need to know. The point is I want those flowers. The shape is funny. Malem has to buy. If not later dede bayik ileran."

"That's a rare flower. It's not easy to get it."

"I don't want to know." ketusku while holding his chest with a sour look.

"I'm gonna take a shower first."

Whether deliberately dodged or not, the man who was bare-chested and just wearing the towel immediately went into the bathroom. My eyes followed him until he came back out after almost twenty minutes of being there.

Her wet black hair looked fresh plus the six pack muscles in her stomach which made me involuntarily swallow. Mas Gibran was truly like a twenty-year-old young man. In him, age is just a number.

I kept watching him who was now picking clothes in the closet. Mas Gibran's back looks smooth without scarring or scars. I wanted to know how handsome his father was to be able to successfully make a seed this small.

I hope my son looks like him. Because if it looks like me, his nose will go to Dalem. Wk.

"Mas!" peekkikku while with no sin Mas Gibran took off the towel wrapped around his waist. Showing ... ah no need to tell me. You guys must understand too. Bocil please step aside!

"Why? Have you not seen it often?" Get started! Mas Gibran with his perverted mode.

After Mas Gibran was fully clothed, I returned to him with a flower bill. Don't let my husband forget my request.

"Mas can definitely buy that. Money Mas Gibran a lot."

Gibran put me in his arms. The scent of the used lemon she took a shower emanated from her body. I like to linger in Mas Gibran's arms.

"Dear, listen to me. This is not a matter of a lot of money or do not want to comply with your request. But the flower you want is one of the rarest flowers in the world whose existence is already endangered. Let the misterus flower grow where it should be. And if you still want the flower, you can take care of Rara's. He must also be happy that someone is taking care of him" said Mas Girban at length.

Honestly, I like the way Mas Gibran explains it. The man tried to make me understand with the subtle words he gave without looking a bit upset.

"All right" I said at last. Okay, this is no big deal. I don't have to sulk at Mas Gibran. After all, there are still Rara's flowers that I can see every day.

"Good! Smart kid." Mas Gibran ruffled my hair making my lips go forward a few inches.

"Bag,"

"Why, hm?"

"Where is your relationship with Mom?"

The look of Mas Gibran changed immediately. He went to the couch, then grabbed a laptop. Open the object, then start focusing on the screen. Suddenly I felt guilty for that man.

Since marrying me, Mas Gibran has always been in trouble. Either because of Mama or someone else who tried to demonize me. Did I just run away, huh?

"Should we just separate?" kataku hesitates. I'm afraid he's raging.

Mas Gibran closed his laptop violently while looking at me sharply.

"What do you mean?!" the tananya a little jerking.

"We're done."

He clucked then let out a long breath. Mas Gibran seemed to control his emotions so as not to let go.

"Tone, you're an adult. They are married, and soon will have the status of mother. Stop thinking shallowly. Even if it's an accident, but I married you not for fun."

"As for my problems with Mama, it's nothing new. I have often quarreled with him. It's not like nothing. Mom was blinded by treasure. And I've always been a go-between for him to get that."

"You just calm down. Everything will be fine as long as you stay by my side. I just need your support to make all of that happen. Please, stay with me."

"Sorry." I'm looking down embarrassed.

I should be grateful to have married her. Okay, handsome, tajir again. This even wants to be wasted. Thankfully it wasn't. If really separated, do not be happy will be comfortable what I will later.

"Hm. Don't you want to see mom?" It was as if Gibran was turning my question back to him.

I just shut up. I am still disappointed with my mom and dad. I still can't believe I'm not a mother's son. Many people say our faces are similar.

"It's okay if you still don't want to see them. But you have to remember, however, the Lady Goddess has taken care of you from childhood. And Mr. Ahmad, I'm sure he has several reasons why keeping it the same as you."

Mas Gibran stood up, then approached me who was still loyal on the edge of the bed.

"Cry if you want to." Gibran grabbed my hand and hugged me. In that instant I couldn't hold the clear grain that had been blocking my view since.

Come to think of it, my fate with the fate of Mas Gibran was not much different. From family problems, to nasab which is still not clear direction.

Destiny is unique. In His way, God united me with Mas Gibran, a pair of humans who turned out to be equally wounded. A wound that can only be felt by both of us.

May me and Mas Gibran get through this, and come back at peace with everything.