The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Celebrating the healing of the Tone

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From that moment - the night I accidentally stole my parents' conversation while I was in the hospital, I no longer dared to approach Om Gibran. Although I already knew the truth that he was now completely alone. Alias widows.

From the info I got, Om Gibran dropped a talak on Mbak Nilam because his wife was caught 'playing' with other men. It is said that he also said, the affair of Mbak Nilam has been established for quite a long time about two years. That makes Om Gibran not reluctant to drop three talak at once on Mbak Nilam. The woman's career was also destroyed and now somehow.

The father asserted that I should not approach the handsome widower.

"Father please be with you, son. Stay away from Mr. Gibran. There are still a lot of good and handsome men out there alone" said the father when I just got out of the hospital and was preparing to go home.

"Tone! Early in the morning instead of breakfast even daydream." Mom clucked and managed to break my daydream this morning.

"Mom, Nada bosen lah is at home all day do not say anything." I said while continuing to draw abstract patterns on the ground using wood. While my left hand is holding my cheek.

"Well, what do you want. I'm afraid you're still lemes if you're told to come to the garden." Mom started doing her job of drying clothes.

"Father of the corn harvest, huh, ma'am?"

In addition to being an employee at the rice factory, you also manage a garden that is almost always three times the harvest each year. He said it was good to increase income. The garden you get from the inheritance of the grandmother from the Father.

The garden that you manage does not settle on one fruit. For example, this year the corn harvest, the next year you replace with watermelon, melon, cucumber or others. Let it not be that.

"Yes. But you don't have to go there. Help me out, in the back."

"Help what?"

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"Because, Mom. Kirain help me with what." I grumbled while continuing to pluck the spinach that thrives in the back of the house.

There's not just spinach. Tomatoes, chilies, catu plants, ginger, onions as well as various types of flowers are embedded beautifully in the mini garden of Mother. He is very fond of nanem-nanem. Different from me who asks for forgiveness. Boro-boro care taneman, cook only rarely.

"All those chili peppers are tomatoes, too, yeah. The stock in the fridge is up."

"Yes," I said lazily.

I don't like this thinking how to get out of here. I looked, Mother again processed cork fish purchased from neighbors. I don't think so, Dad, if I run. Or the road just so as not to be found out.

Just now this leg stepped up when I heard Mom make a sound again.

"If the girl is nice at home. Bebenah, help Mom, or nderes. Don't like to wander."

I'm just a mangosteen. Okay, I pull the legs again that had widened. Wait for Mom to come back.

"Have you picked up all those ingredients that I asked for yet?" I think you understand my anxiety.

I just shut up. Looking at me who wasn't picking at all, Mother approached.

"Geez! Still a bayem. How are you metiknya? From earlier it was not finished." as usual Mom while looking at the basket containing vegetables that I hold.

For a moment I held my breath because of the fishy smell from Mom's hands filled with scales and fish blood. Want to close your nose afraid to be mistaken. Auto get sprayed later.

"Samma's done eating fish. You just know one thing hasn't been done yet. Tone ... Tone," he added later while shaking his head.

"Hehe." I grinned the horse.

"It's such a cry."

"Wa'alaikumussalam," I answered and Mother almost in unison.

Mom and I looked back. There's no one. Yeah, is. We're in the back. And it must be the guest from the front. From his voice, I know. No stranger to the ears. May they save me from this boredom.

"Samperins, gih. I'll wash the fish first," I told you. He brought the fish he had brought inside.

Stepping into the waterway, I washed my hands and feet before going inside to meet the guests.

I thought, they must be.

"Tone, are you okay?" A monotonous question from Rani when I opened the front door.

"Hey. How can you jump, right? Or is there another development?" seloroh Siti who looks excited for whatever reason.

Sablen! I thought I was a growing baby. While Sari invites us to sit on the terrace just chatting.

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It turns out that the arrival of Siti, Sari and Rani will none other than take me to the Mall. He said he wanted to buy Sari. And I made it out after persuading me to do it to Mom. Yes wekeend times just sneaking around at home.

"Lu really want to buy us?" many ensure. Fear of being picky about buying even no one pays. Be ashamed.

"Yes, lah. Consider it aja to make your recovery." said Sari while focusing on driving his car.

He has been good at driving cars since the second grade of High School. And just so you know. This red car we were riding in was Sari's birthday gift from her Papa. Nice well, got good friends from the rich. The hepi-hepinya.

Now we have reached the courtyard of the largest Mall in our city. While waiting for Sari to park the car, Rani, and Siti wait in front of the entrance. He said he wanted to see what was in there. Norak bet, yak.

While I chose to stand watching how big the building in front of me was. Thinking about how to marry the owner's son eh?

"Yes, guys!" take Sari then after the car is parked perfectly.

We entered the Mall area. Go around, occasionally stop by at the place of sale of clothes. Choose, good, see the price, it turns out mehong and not so buy, deh. So just continue until the hanky feel rich tales Bogor.

Although treated, the three of us must also know ourselves.

It doesn't feel like we've been grinding for nearly two hours and haven't gotten anything. I honestly doubt I would buy one in a place like this. Expensively. The average price of one shirt can be three times the price of the sweater I wear today. Geez, mending money for business as good as not, anyway?

"You haven't found any clothes or things you like?" Sari asked as she looked at the three of us one by one.

"Take the three of us somewhere else." Siti paused her speech and approached towards Sari. "Here it's expensive" he continued in a stifled voice.

"Yes, Sar. We buy outside. Find a cheap one." I agree.

"Yes, really. Why is the stuff here so expensive. The clothes I wear are cheap. But not losing good. Here, I see!" Rani was about to remove the cardigan she was wearing, but I immediately held back. Make me, Sari and Siti shake their heads.

Si Rani kumat. He with his divisive behavior. When the glasses girl is again in 00n mode, she will call with the name 'me-you' accompanied by his silly behavior. But if for example the plates, as usual call it 'lu-gue'. Aesthetics of a boy.

"Yes, already. We should eat first, Dad. You're lapers, right?" said Sari who immediately got a nod from me, Rani and Siti.

Heading to the dining area, my eyes accidentally whipped with Om Gibran. But he quickly turned his eyes to the white paper that was in his hands.

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