The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Stealing hearing Mom's chat with Dad

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Actually, considering the incident, when I was hit by a car because it was left by Rani, I was still very upset with her. But seeing him cry as much as gini, I feel pity, yeah.

"Udah, Ran, already. Your eyes are swollen, you know!" I try to calm down. I see his shoulders still shaking up and down. Is that smile?

"He feels very guilty about you, Nad." said Sari while helping to calm Rani.

"Partially, you can't make a promise, don't be so smart and make an appointment!" I jolted at Rani. I became emotional again after a few minutes had passed.

"It's no more chair what? Pegel I stand."

"Nooh! Lu sered the sofa here." I said loudly while pointing at the round sofa in the corner there. Again, this is how he can think of himself. Siti, lu emang ngeselin!

It turns out he's serious, dong. Little running city. Carry that round sofa by pushing it.

But fateful. The sofa was upside down making the plunger fall a few inches forward.

"Wow, riot Siti!" sari chirps that managed to make me can not help but laugh.

"That's why people join again" I said as I looked at Siti who was trying to stand up, but again failed.

Finally Siti left the sofa and walked towards me with her hands holding her waist. Exactly like grannies gout. Haha rasain!

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That night, Om Gibran kept his word this afternoon. He came and brought me some food.

"Sir Ahmad, Ms. Dewi," he said, bowing to my parents.

"Sir Gibran is not busy every day coming here?" Mother asked. While you choose to go outside. Want to buy wedang ronde he said.

The handsome man just smiled. Oh my goodness, the sweetness is more than the sugar! I just want to feel her pink lips. Aish! Start to get brain.

I wonder, at the age of three, Om Gibran still looks very handsome without a wrinkle or a black stain on his face. There are no pimples either. Especially used. What's that average bule guy, huh? The older the better.

Then Om Gibran took out the food that had been held in his hand. Well, not the cans of food dong. There's pizza, burgers, fried chicken, the same one I don't know his name. The shape is like intestinal satay, only this is big and there is a sauce. It's in that cup.

"This is eomuk," he said as if he understood my confusion who had been staring at the wonder of the foreign food.

When I smell the sauce, beuh. Must suck!

"Wanna try? Mumpung is still anget." bargain later while thrusting a cup containing three large satay. Bodo, uh. I'd rather call it satay than omuk. What is omuk?

Uh btw, how come he's so sweet as gini, yeah. Know it will be treated this romantic, mending from the first time I just tabrakin himself to his car, ups! Astagfirullah, don't start, deh!

"Babouts!" my word immediately got a flutter in the arm from Mom. Ck! I should have gone out with Dad.

"You're!"

"So, Mom?! I am sick again. Still lemes to eat alone."

"God! During the day, you can eat with your own hands. Even laughing with the same three of your friends."

"Mother, mah ..."

I threw myself behind them. Mom's really stove! Not really supporting me. Though he knew that I had a crush on the handsome Om who was standing next to him.

Samar I heard Om Gibran laugh. Two-door refrigerator can laugh too, well. It's a shame I didn't notice her facial expression.

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After I've eaten half of Om Gibran's groceries, I'm asking you to buy him some yogurt. Coincidentally, the Father again went home to take a change of clothes after he had brought me a warm ginger drink.

However, Mother seemed to know my noble mind until she remained silent in the chair and did not move in the slightest. I don't know. This is all, I'm sensitive.

"Mom, buyin." I whined like a kid asking for candy.

"Hoam. I'm sleepy, yeah." I purposely pretended to be angry. Isha! Sucks.

Until something I didn't want happens.

"Mother Goddess, Nada, sorry, I have to go home. If you need anything, just call" said Om Gibran after I saw him receiving a call from someone.

Lemes had this soul left behind by the prince.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Gibran. Thanks for visiting often. Be careful on the road." Mom says.

The man nodded then turned around.

"Take care, my husband!" my message while continuing to stare at his wide back that is getting away.

"God!"

"Om Gibran, I mean, ma'am." He is really sensitive. Tongue misses aja directly aja lion cake clay prey.

I'm not alone tonight. But he said just call. Means I have dong's wa number. Asik.. can be cut, nih.

I rolled these eyes at Mom. Then he looked at me in wonder.

"Nape, eyes?" ask Mother.

"Mom's got Om Gibran's phone number, huh?" Guess me in a seductive tone.

"What number? Shoes, sandals what's a shirt?"

I'm pissed off. "Ish, Mother. Be serious. Where here hape it let Nada see."

"There's not! If you have one, what do you want?" his jolt while taking a blue sling bag placed on his right side. He held it tight in that bag.

"Mom, come on." I'm trying to grab Mom's bag. But neither can.

"Don't macem-macem!" He gave a warning. Bye, blush. Gelud same mom won't win. There will not be a snack later.

I buried my body under a white blanket. Then tilted the body to the right and closed about to sail to dreamland.

Fifteen minutes later, the voice of the Father said hello. But my eyes were too long and lazy to open. Very sleepy.

"Have you gone home with a widower?"

The deg!

My eyes opened perfectly. From the tone of his speech, I don't like Om Gibran. As far as I know everything is fine. Always reprimand if you meet. And did you say widower said? Om Gibran really bears a new status. If yes, a chance.

Then I closed my eyes that were open. Then I sharpened my hearing. Waiting for the next conversation with Mom.

"Mr! Don't say that, eh. It's not good for people. And again," Mother paused her words and I could feel her waving her hands in front of my face. Making sure that I'm really asleep. "Fear the tone of horror" he half-whispered.

"Father of the sprain is with him, ma'am. Because of the rumors of her divorce, our son became the victim of the gossip of the neighbors."

A divorce? So Om Gibran really divorced from Mbak Nilam? Butwhy. Is the handsome man no longer strong to face the brutality of his wife. Then gossip? Gossiping what does it mean. Actor's name? Dah regular times. And I don't care.

"Your son is wrong too. Who told me to like men. Obviously Mr. Gibran is married. Si Nada even likes it. Pake spoke directly to his wife again. Not that civilized. Really less educated kids. I feel like I failed to educate Nada."

Duh, Mom. This is your son's heartache, you know, by the way. Although in fact I was wrong because I had put a taste in a man who has been owned, but at least advise me well. Even though I was wrong again.

I felt the warm liquid running through my nose. Should I retreat when the opportunity is in sight?

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