The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

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Davin did say that his papa was working in the capital. But I did not expect that what he meant in the capital was in Mas Gibran's office.

"Your body is rather full. So it's getting pretty." Aish! The young man always noticed my appearance.

"Hm, thanks." I glanced at Davin at a glance, then looked back down. Remembering Mas Gibran who I left alone there.

I'm honest with Davin, if I'm actually married. Let her keep her distance from me because I have a heart to guard. Also so that Davin doesn't expect more from me.

Of course I'm not an innocent woman who doesn't understand the meaning of her gaze. From his attention I can see, that Davin! I don't want GR.

"Vin, I gotta get there." I pointed to the table where Mas Gibran was sitting while talking to someone who might be his friend.

"Obviously who was om-om? Why are you with him?"

"Hmm ..he's my husband." I finally said. I was still faithfully looking down, staring at the pretty high heels I was wearing. Not daring to look at Davin who was currently laughing crisply, as if what I said was just a joke.

"Don't joke, Nad. You just graduated, you're married?"

"But that's the truth." Davin's expression changed immediately. There was a disappointed look on that handsome face.

"MBA?"

"No. We married on the basis of liking." I lie. Isn't that a disgrace I have to cover up? Let enough of the people closest to me know. Davin is not necessary. I don't want to remember that incident either.

Suddenly Davin's gaze was fixed on the part of my stomach that slightly poked. Spontaneous my hand rubbing it.

"Doctors expressed positive after our marriage lasted a month."

"So the one who came to our graduation show was him?"

"You seen him?"

"Hm." The young man in a tuxedo threw away his gaze.

"Darling!" Mr. Dito's wife approached us who were chatting. The woman had her arm around Davin's neck.

"The show will begin soon. Let's go there!" He pointed to the table on which was a large birthday cake.

"Lho, is Mr Gibran's wife here?" Davin's mother just realized.

"Hmm, yes."

"Eh, are you guys here?" This time Mr. Dito. The man then invited us back to join the others as the event was about to begin.

Arriving at the cake cutting event, Davin's eyes glanced at me sharply as he was about to cut the big cake. I'm sorry Davin. I really didn't mean to disappoint you.

***

"Mas, you're not jealous, are you?" I made sure that Mas Gibran was really not jealous because Davin gave me his first piece of cake.

"Obviously. He's just a kid. Just like you." he said while focusing on driving.

"Mas said I'm an adult?" just pissed.

"But your nature and behavior are still like a boy" said Mas Gibran sounding sniffle.

"And the man I call this boy is your wife!"

"Hm. Grunt boy."

Arriving home, I hurriedly ran up the stairs. I realize I've been getting more sensitive lately. Are all pregnant women that way?

[Can we meet tomorrow?]

A message from Davin while I was sitting on the sofa in my room.

[Where?] Reply and immediately check blue.

Davin typing...

[Garden S. 9 A.m.]

[Stay. I gave my husband permission]

This time he did not reply.

"Mas," called me when Mas Gibran had just entered the room.

"What?!"

I was a little surprised by Mas Gibran's unusual statement. This time it seems angry. From earlier his tone impressed jutek and arrogant.

"Lho, what, fierce?"

The man who was now breathing the white shirt let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" ask her with a tone that began to soften.

"Davin wants to see me tomorrow at nine in the morning."

"Where?"

"Who's the guy?"

"I'm the same Davin doang."

"Take Vino."

"Kan Om Vino must work with Mas Gibran."

"I'll have him accompany you."

"Maas ...."

"There is no offer. If you don't want to go."

I breathe heavily.

Fix him jealous.

Mas Gibran was already in his sleeping pajamas after a few minutes in the bathroom. Replace me. I followed his way that went straight out in full clothes after fifteen minutes of body cleansing.

Following Mas Gibran, I pulled the pillow that Mas Gibran deliberately used to cover his face.

"Bag,"

He replied with a mutter. One hand she used as a pillow.

"I'm the same Davin it's just temen."

"Or." His eyes were closed, but his mouth was still shaking.

"Not to be angry."

"I'm sleepy, not angry."

"But, just-"

"Sleep! I have a meeting tomorrow."

"Hmm, okay."

I threw myself down with my arms around Mas Gibran's body. The man immediately tilted his body and hugged me back.

The next morning, according to how it was last night. Mas Gibran had Om Vino accompany me who would meet with Davin in the garden S.

"Miss, sorry, isn't the shirt too revealing?" Om Vino asked carefully as he saw me wearing sleeveless clothes with a low chest and a high thigh cleavage.

"It's hot today. So I'm gonna open up a little."

"But Miss will meet men."

"Why indeed? He's just my friend, nothing more!"

"Master will be angry."

"It wouldn't have been if Om Vino hadn't told her."

"But that's one of my duties, Miss."

Haish, ribet! I went back into the room and changed my clothes very tightly. Loose jeans with oversized hoodie. Satisfied you!

"I want to ride the bike" I said to Om Vino who opened the car door for me.

"Can't, Miss. Sir told me to use the car."

Again, I was annoyed by all this. It looks like Mas Gibran has actually set that up on Om Vino.

I entered the car with a face bend. Piss off!

In the middle of the trip at the red light, I was like seeing Mama with a woman, but it didn't seem like Rara. The woman was a little fat, not not fat. Only the chest and pant*tnya only look enlarged.

"Om, it's Mama, isn't it?"

Om Vino's eyes followed the direction of my thumb pointing at the two people sitting opposite each other in an outdoor cafe.

Not yet Om Vino replied, the sound of a horn from behind makes him want to not run back his vehicle. Apparently the lamp has changed to the color of ijo.

"Yes, isn't it, Om?"

"No idea, Miss. I don't see it clearly."

Then Om Vino reached for the phone in his pocket.

Arriving at S Park, I saw Davin was already there. He sat on a long bench overlooking the fountain.

"Davin!" I screamed a little.

He looked, then stood up. Davin greeted me with a smile. The young man looked very handsome in a black jeans suit and a matching levis jacket. Do not forget his hairstyle that makes him more charismatic. His smile disappeared when he realized that I had not come alone.

Is this what the neighbors call greener grass?