The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Treaty

Finally Sari treat us at the sale of the sale of the three-fifth price sale. I picked a light blue shirt with a little love motif. While Rani and Siti choose levis pants with different colors.

"Sengkyu, yeah. Hopefully your sustenance will be more smooth." said I while showing the crackle containing the shirt I bought.

"Thank you for the photo. I have eaten food, clothes are also paid. Cepet dapet mate deh, you." Siti.

"You are so much, Sari. I do'a what's yeah." Rani seemed to think. "Oh this is all. May your father marry again." he continued later. Makes Sari giggle amused.

Sari's mother has been dead since she was seven years old.

"Yes, equally. The same do'a for you," said Sari. Uh, Rani? Have two of your fathers later. Wk.

Now it's time to go home. Sari first drove me home because it felt my house was the most distant.

"Stop! Until here," I cried when we got to the fork in the road my house.

"Lha, what is it?" Sari asked in wonder.

"Yes, not papa. This is deket." I got out of the car while carrying a black crackle.

"Yes already. Greetings to the Goddess."

"OK," I said, linking my index finger with my thumb.

"Gue too. Salamin make your nyokap." Siti.

"I am too." Rani too.

"Yes yes. I'll greet everyone later" I reply and then walk away. Forgot to thank you for being sent home. Yes, in my heart, yes. And do'a too. May they survive to their destination.

"Dudurududud ..." I walked while singing. I take a step with spoiled.

A few more meters I'll be there. My fence is already visible in front of there.

Passing Om Gibran's house and arriving, deh. It should be. But seeing the handsome Om on the porch, suddenly my legs were hard to move. My whole body was frozen. Just blinking eyes. I stood like a statue in front of his house.

I looked to the right, looking at him who was busy with books. Maybe he was being watched again. Until the next minute Om Gibran looked at me. I smile. But suddenly, he put the book on the table. Then move in. Making the smile on my face recede instantly.

Holy hooch! He came back cold after seeing me walk around.

Pat the forehead before continuing.

I realized I had forgotten something. I forgot my intention also to order you not to approach the handsome Om anymore.

Arriving in front of the house, I opened an unlocked iron fence. Looks like you haven't come home yet. Where you go too, Dad. The house looks deserted like it is uninhabited.

I said my greetings as I walked inside. Exploring room. From the living room, the tv room, the kitchen, the bathroom to the back of the house, but I didn't find Mom.

Suddenly this ear heard an object falling from that direction. Exactly my room. It can't be my cat, right? Because I saw my pet sleeping on the couch.

I put my bag on the table. Then I grabbed the broom that hung on the front wall. Just in case there's an intruder in this house.

Walk settles, slowly I press the door hendle my room. Push slowly, and .. how surprised I was to see the figure of a white apparition standing in front of me with his back to me.

I shook, but a moment later I couldn't help my fear. Reflexes, the broom just slipped out of the grasp.

"Abkkhhh!" my screams are so jarring.

Then I turned my body and covered my face with both palms. I can feel that figure touching my shoulder.

Plaque!

"It's Mom, it's!"

Feeling that the clap was real, I immediately removed the palm that covered the face. And it turned out to be true. The one in my room was my mother. He was wearing a white mukena which I thought was medi (ghost).

"Mother ngagetin! Fortunately, the tone is not hanging. Tumben is also the praying mother in Nada's room." I grumbled with breath still hunting.

"Yes, I'm sorry to startle you. Mom's room is a mess. To be tidied up."

"It's all Nada's room too."

"Lha, yes, neat yourself. Boy girl kok males." Mother grabbed the prayer rug that was still sprawled. Then passed through me.

"Hm." I'm pissed off. "Yes, Mother's room is justin. Let it be a tidy tone later," added I made a step Mom stopped and turned her body towards me.

Mom ran, then hit me. I felt how warm his embrace was.

"Ma Shay Allah! If you're diligent, I'm seneng." Mom cupped my face full of haru. I think this is a trivial thing. It's just that I rarely do. Sesedarhana is the happiness of my mother. I'm going to melow.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Rarely help Mom with homework." This time I'm the one who hugged Mom.

"Yes. I'm sorryin. You pray first. After that meal, continue taking the medicine. It just sorted out," said Mother while unraveling her embrace.

"Ready, Commander!" Curentetch four fingers at the temple.

***

Finished cleaning the two rooms, I threw myself on my soft bed. Stretch the muscles of the hand until it makes a sound.

It turns out that the house is exhausting. Can't imagine how tired Mothers are every day doing endless homework. It made me want to have a rich husband. In order to be able to rent ART until I don't have to bother doing it. Halu first, get married later. If Om Gibran has proposed. Eac!

Aish! Again my mind goes to the same handsome Om. Yeah, how, yeah. Because he is the only one who fills this mind.

His face is beautiful, his eyebrows thick, devil's smile, athletic body, his eagle gaze, and so impatient, deh.

"Tone ..." Mother called in a very soft voice. I was so excited to see him smile. She said Mom was happy because finally the only child she wanted to also clean the house. Tomorrow should be more diligent again so that more dear to Mother. How's the cup, yak?

"Yes, Mom." I held my arms and legs together to change my position to sit.

"Not a shower?" Mother's head poked out from behind the door. In his left hand was a plate containing cut fruit. His right hand carried a glass of water. Looks like he's going to stay in the tv room.

"Later on. Still dry. Want a fan first." Sultry, I took off my shirt and aimed at the fan standing in the corner.

"You're already fanning, then immediately take a shower. Let her body not be sick. His dirty clothes. Put it in the kitchen with the other laundry." Mother reminded.

I'm turning.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Drug don't forget to drink."

"Yes, Mom."

My mother passed by after closing the door to my room.