The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Birthday in C

To be honest, I would love to get out of a zone like this. I live with a husband whose mother doesn't approve. While wanting to go home was reluctant because of the problem.

If these fetuses hadn't existed, I might have escaped their lives. Go as far as possible and work to support yourself.

"Tone, get ready!" yell out Gibran from inside. I, who was looking at the night sky on the balcony of the room, immediately entered upon hearing the voice.

Tonight Mas Gibran invited me to come to the birthday of his daughter and colleague in building C.

Actually I do not want to come, but Mas Gibran said, why do I have a wife if everywhere is still alone. I don't know. The man has been tame since marrying me.

"I'm confused about what to wear" said I who was standing in front of the closet with the door wide open where the clothes lined up neatly in there. If only the clothes could talk, maybe they had protested because I thought it was like nothing.

"You wear whatever you want to be beautiful." Mas Gibran kissed me on the cheek before passing.

Hahey!

Seeing Mas Gibran who was neat with a black suit, I finally took a white edelweiss dress with a red flower motif. Mini arm dress with length above knee and low cleavage.

Mas Gibran said there was no dresscode on the show. So we can be free to wear any color clothes.

After wearing the dress that I had chosen, and a little dress up, Mas Gibran and I immediately set off by driving a favorite sports car.

He was said to be a favorite because Mas Gibran once said that this car was the first result of his hard work.

Feeling lonely and silent, I asked Mas Gibran to turn on the music.

"Mas, music, dong!"

"Nyalain aja." said without looking.

"Can't be me."

Mas Gibran slowed down his speed and pressed a button to turn on the music. He compensated for his focus on the road and the screen beside him.

"What song do you want?"

"Connected from hp I can not?"

"The bluetooth circuit."

"okay!"

After my phone connected, I chose a song that I've been playing a lot lately. The song is so sweet. In the ref section I sang.

"It turns out it's just you .. place for my heart ...

I will no longer search .. because it's just you ...."

"Did you like the song?"

"No."

I knit an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Melow."

"Lho .. Does Mas like what song?"

"I don't like music very much."

"Yes, already. If that's what the music is." ketusku with a pout face. I threw my eyes out the window.

"Udah justin. Let's not be quiet."

"But you don't like it."

"Don't like it, but don't like it too much."

"Just like!"

I saw Mas Gibran scratching his neck. Either because of itching or just reflexes.

***

Before entering the area in the party building, the people who came first gave the guard an invitation paper. Including Mas Gibran.

The people there immediately welcomed the arrival of Mas Gibran with enthusiasm.

"Mas, I'm afraid of embarrassment." I whispered to Mas Gibran.

Then Mas Gibran held tightly to my hand, as if giving me strength, as some men in suits came over.

"Sir Andre" Mas Gibran greeted them one by one. And Mr. Andre is the last one to be swept.

"Is this Mr. Gibran's new wife?" The man known as Mr. Andre pointed at me with a face.

"really. Introduce."

"Tone." I shook their hands one by one.

"Beautiful and still very young."

"Sir Gibran is very smart to choose a partner."

"So, Mr. Gibran has to tell me how to get a very beautiful wife" said the navy man who looks the youngest among them.

Mas Gibran only laughed lightly in response. With me.

"Well, Mr. Gibran has come apparently." A woman whose face feels familiar welcomes the arrival of Mas Gibran with no less enthusiasm.

She was holding a man who I thought was her husband. They both bowed to Mas Gibran a few times. The man's face reminds me of someone. But who, huh?

"A pride for our family Mr. Gibran can be here" said the man. He seems to be the owner of the show.

"Yes. For someone as important as Mr. Gibran, of course we are very grateful because Mr. Gibran has taken his precious time to come to our dime tonight." The woman chimed in.

"Thank you for inviting me to this event."

"It's a must an employee invite his boss."

Again Mas Gibran only chuckled in response to that. It seems like Mas Gibran is restricting himself from his employees.

"Oh yeah, introduce, this is my wife. Tone."

"Tone." I said with a smile.

The two people took turns shaking my hands while giving me some compliments that I found very excessive.

"That's pretty. Same goes with the lovely Mr. Gibran."

"Yes. He must be very smart."

"No wonder what his children will be."

"Let's sit down please."

"Yes, Mr. Dito. Thank you." Thank you."

The pair of men then led me and Mas Gibran to sit at a table they said they had dedicated to us both.

My netraku swept through the entire room that had been decorated this well. I ate a piece of cake on the table. Gibran poured me a drink.

From where I was sitting, I saw a young man chatting with two people. They look like a family. And that young man, he looks just like Davin. I kept watching, until then our views met.

"Tone?"

I grinned when he called my name. Is he really the Davin I mean?

The young man approached.

"Tone?" He seemed surprised by my presence.

"Davin?" Just like Davin, I didn't expect to meet that superstar guy here. Suddenly my heart beats. Davin doesn't know I'm married. What if everything is broken.

"You know him?" Gibran asked.

"Yes. He's my classmate."

Davin pulled my hand and slightly moved away from the crowd.

"Why are you here? Why the om-om?" his tan was half-whispering as he occasionally turned towards Mas Gibran.

Even though Davin often plays to my house, but the man does not know and does not know who Mas Gibran.

I clasped both nervous hands. Confused how to tell.

"You yourself why are you here?" I then asked back.

"Papa's got my birthday in this building. The one who came here was also only Papa's closest friends, the same boss in his office."

The deg!