The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Short date

"Why are you getting ushered in again?" Davin asked with a look of dislike.

"My husband told her to." I stirred the orange juice in front for a moment before drinking it. "Om Vino is also one of Mas Gibran's employees in his office."

"I really didn't expect you, Nad." Davin's face looked very disappointed. Really so?

"Maybe it's my destiny to do this, Vin. You disappointed?"

"Hm, but what can I do? You never accepted me." she replied after a little bit of sucking her orange juice.

"I'm sorry, Vin. I don't want to accept you. At that time many of your fanatical fans who make me feel uncomfortable and reluctant for a long time with you because of their sharp gaze."

Actually, not just because of that. I don't know why I don't feel right with Davin. Hopefully Davin will be better than me.

"You should have said the same to me. I don't know why they're that big of a deal either."

"That's because of the advantages you have, Vin. Many of them want to be your lover."

"Unfortunately you are not one of them."

I chuckle. Right Davin said. I never expected to be the lover of that handsome man who was sitting opposite me.

Right now we're sitting in the front stall near the park. Davin bought me anything to eat and drink here. Think of it as a short date I had with Davin.

While Om Vino, my husband's friend, I asked to wait in the car because I said it would not be long. Lucky time now Om Vino want to obey.

"Btw, congratulations. You will soon be a mother. Congratulations on your marriage. Sorry for being late." Davin stretched out his hand for me to shake.

"It's okay. Skeletons, his words."

My phone's vibrating. The name of the caller is on the screen. About Vino. I was thinking, since when do I have the Om Vino number. I guess I never asked for it. And Om Vino, where did he get my number.

I pulled the green icon up after a long time contemplating the unimportant.

"Yes, Om?"

"Master said, Miss should be home soon." There was the sound of Om Vino from across there.

"okay."

Tut! I disconnected unilaterally without further ado.

"Sorry, Vin, I have to go home." I stood up while tidying up my bag and putting my phone in it.

"But you haven't eaten anything."

"It's okay. I'll just eat at home."

"May I know your home address?" He seemed to hesitate when he asked that.

"Can. I'll just sharelok through WA, yeah."

Davin nodded.

Not far away this foot stepped, I turned my head.

"Vin, consider the deal." I said with a smile.

Davin responded with his thumbs up with a slight lip. Then I resumed my steps.

Om Vino's car was parked not far from where I ate. It's just that to get there I have to hit the blazing sun.

"Om, we'll stop by first, yes to indoapril" I said when I just entered the car.

"Good, Non."

Ten minutes drive, we arrived in indoapril, then Om Vino pulled the car over.

"Non what do you want? Let me buy it."

"It doesn't matter, Om. I'm the one that's out."

"It's okay. It's hot outside. Non Tone better wait in the car."

"Okay, if Om Vino maksa. I want chocolate ice cream with nata de coco."

Not long after Om Vino came back with my order. I love the way Om Vino works on set. When given a task by Mas Gibran Om Vino always finish it well and neatly. Just surprised by his status which is still single until this moment.

Om Vino has everything. Treasure, good work, visual was very okay with a tall body almost the same as Mas Gibran, and has white skin like a westerner.

"Omm?"

The handsome man beside me turned a glance, then refocused himself towards the road.

"Yes, Miss?"

Om Vino smiled thinly, barely noticeable.

"Not yet."

"Why? Vino is cute, you know." This reflex I'm keeping my mouth. Not that I really praise a guy in front of his guy directly. My husband never. If it gets caught, Mas Gibran, it can kill me. Fortunately Om Vino did not react to anything when he heard me say that.

After that, silence followed our journey.

*****

The afternoon before Mas Gibran came home, I decided to take a short walk by pedaling a bicycle.

Stop by the flower shop, I pick a white rose to take home. I plan to put the flower in the room as a decoration. Mostly get sprayed.

I went back to riding my bike while putting my headset on my ear. The music suddenly came to a halt and turned into a ringing vibration.

I stopped the bike on the side of the road.

Apparently there's a call coming in. From Sari.

"Hello, Ri?"

"Nad, I'm in Jakarta again. Where's your house? I want to hitchhike for a while until I meet Kosan. Can't you?" Sari's boisterous voice makes me reflex to stroke the ear.

"Where is it now?"

"I don't know where I am. It's just like a bus stop."

"Well, how can you not know?"

"Don't talk about that. Sharlok buruan. I'm afraid of this." Sari sounded anxious.

"Who's the same?"

"Sharelock, Markonah!"

"OK, okay. Open WA."

I immediately sent my home address to Sari. Damn I just remembered that I was out and was quite far from the yard. Get on the bike as fast as possible. Intending to tell Sari the real address of my house. But he was not angry.

Arriving at home I passed by Mas Gibran's car which had just entered the gate.

Tin!

The man licked me with a window glass that was deliberately lowered.

"Where did it come from?" Mas Gibran's head looked out the window.

"Walk the same buy this." I showed the white rose I bought to Mas Gibran.

He muttered, then went to park his car. I followed behind. Put the bike, right on the edge of the other two-wheeled vehicle.

"Mas!" Mas Gibran's steps stopped in front of the main door when I called him.

The man looked.

"What?"

"This flower is the plan I want to taro in the room. Can, huh?"

"Isn't that a living flower?"

"Yes, um."

"Mending taro in the park beside. If he's in the room he'll die because he's not in the sun."

"What about on the balcony of the room? There are no flowers there?"

"Yes, already. You are so happy."

After Mas Gibran entered, I called Mbak Iyah, to ask for help to make a flower for my white roses.

"This, Non." said Mbak Iyah while handing over the flower fitting that he had filled with soil ples fertilizer.

"Sangkyu, Madam."

"Together."

Then I went up to the second floor and placed my new flower on the balcony floor.

Because I'm about to enter Maghrib time, just so I put the flower and leave it alone outside. Let it. Later I will hunt flowers again to accompany the white rose while tidying up the balcony of the room that I will turn into a flower garden.

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