Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 16

While being engrossed in enjoying a bowl of meatball chicken noodles, from a distance I saw Mila, it seemed like she wanted to enjoy meatball chicken noodles as well.

I waved at mila, but there was no warm welcome from Mila. He just smiled and didn't see me at all.

What's wrong with her? Is Mila jealous I'm close to Andre's mas? Did Andre ever have a relationship with Mila? Or Andre's still in touch with Mila.

My head suddenly dizzy. My appetite just disappeared.

Mas Andre looked relaxed, he did not care about Mila at all.

Mila came home without greeting me.

" Oh, Mila, just shut up?"

" Let's just say, maybe there's a problem." Andre said while smoking a cigarette.

I'm a little relieved, maybe Mila's in trouble. Hopefully the problem has nothing to do with me.

After Andre finished smoking, I took him home because it was almost nine o'clock. That means we've been in this place for almost an hour.

We also walked to a motorcycle in the parking lot. When he was about to coincide with Andre mas, suddenly Amal mass stopped right next to Andre mas motorbike.

" Mall, would you like to buy some meatballs?" Ask Andre.

" Eh, Ndre! It's still night time but still hungry. Uda ready?"

" uda. It's coming home." Answer Andre.

Mas Amal glanced at me, I wanted to say hello to Amal. But considering her attitude is so indifferent towards me. I also thought twice.

Before Andre's motorcycle drove, I had a look at Amal's mass motorcycle. There's a box of baby milk hanging.

Milk for whom? Is Amal married? Why did he never talk to his wife? When viewed from his face, he does not seem worthy to have a baby or become a father. But she always took her baby for an afternoon walk.

Why should I think about Amal? He just fucked me. Mila's problem is not finished, now my mind has been filled with mass charity again. Dizziness!!!

" Zah, we're here." Andre's voice surprised me.

" Are we uda nyampe mas?" I'm like a dazed person.

Oh my God, this is my grandmother's house.

I got off Andre's bike.

" You've been quiet since then, I asked you no answer." Andre is like a protest.

" Does it cook?" I scratched my head that wasn't itchy.

" Maybe you are full and sleepy. I'll go home first. Greetings to your grandmother and aunt.!"

Andre has gone home. Istep in.

There's only Aunt Lidya watching television.

" Uda's grandmother sleeps tan?" I dropped my ass on the empty seat next to my aunt.

" Oh, just now. Are you with Andre?" Ask aunt kepo.

" No tan, just friends. Lagian Zahra also has no agreement to meet with Andre." Plain speech.

" Thank God! " Aunty breathing relieved.

" Why tan?" I can't wait for an explanation from Aunt Lidya.

" The aunt knew Andre was Playboy. One of his girlfriends who still survives is Jamilah. Looks like they got hunked."

" Ops! Really or just some gossip?" I'm trying to confirm the news I heard tonight.

I finally found the answer to my question about Mila.

It's only right that Mila is so cynical of me even as holding back anger.

Basic Andre!! O Allah, why have you found me again to an unfaithful man.

I can only shake my head.

" I went in first, tan, sleepy." I left Aunt Lidya alone.

I was still stuck in the room. The night is getting late. I don't know why my head was filled with polar-hearted men. Amal, make me curious.

I opened a cell phone to open a school group, there is the name Amal in the group list. I was saving Amal's mass number on my phone.

I saw her profile picture with a little girl.

Isn't this Zuwita? I looked at the photo of the little boy carefully. Ah, I'm not wrong anymore. This is Zuwita, the baby I carried last night. It was so similar to Amal's face.

Apparently not fun to play the puzzle yourself.

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The morning had arrived, the sound of bird singing was so loud. Sunday is the most relaxing day of my life.

I sat watching Tami.

And Tami felt sober that I noticed.

He smiles at me sometimes.

" Mom Tami." Call me

" Yes, non." He looked at me for a moment. After that, she focused on cooking.

" Call Zahra. Tami's mom used to work at grandma's house?" I'm trying to find the answer that's lodged in my head about polar-hearted men through Tami's mom. Hopefully, Tami doesn't suspect me, nor does she accuse me of having feelings for a polar hearted man. Hehe.... I laughed at myself for happily changing someone else's name.

" Uda non eh Zahra means mbak, it's been about five years mbak here."

" Do you know Amal?" I half whispered for fear of being heard by Lidya's grandmother and aunt.

" Amal's the sweet voice?" Ask Tami.

" Yes." Yeah." Reply quickly.

" Amal became the teacher, right?"

" Yes, you know?" I'm just impatient.

" Pity for Amal is good, but his religion is good. Especially if uda echoed adzan, anyway mbak Tami one of his fans deh." Ma'am Tami revealed her heart with sparkling eyes.

I agree with what Tami said. Mas Amal has the criteria to be a dream guy. But what I want to know has not been answered ileh information given by mbak Tami.

I shake my head, I'm so scared.

" What's the hell huddle again? How serious." Grandma surprised me and Tami.

" Anu loh buk, Zahra nanya.."

" It's nothing to ask only recipes kok nek." I cut Tami's words while winking one eye to code Tami not to tell grandma.

" O.. Since when do grandchildren want to learn to cook? Is it because something is serious?" Grandma teased me.

" Mr..." I pretended to be angry with Grandma.

" Why angry? If there is something serious, Grandma agrees. The most important thing is to be the best priest for you, to love you, and to protect you. Moreover, Grandma is old, soon to die. No one will look after you."

Grandma's words surprised my heart.

" Grandma, who knew death was only God." I hugged grandma.

God gave my grandmother health.

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In the afternoon, while I was relaxing in my room. Aunt Lidya came into my room carrying a cute baby girl.

" Zahras... See whose aunt brought it?"

I looked towards the door.

" Summer..." Excited happy.

I got up and held the cute baby.

" Why can aunty take her home?" Ask wonder.

" Yes, I met her grandmother Zuwita. He said Zuwita was fussy when he was at home."

"Zuwita is fussy, baby? Make grandma tired huh...?" I invited Zuwita to talk. The baby just smiled with excitement.

" Uda fits.." as well as aunty.

I just grimaced in response to Aunt Lidya's words.

After giving her milk, the cute and adorable baby finally slept in my room.

The huft! Tired also takes care of the baby. I also fell beside Zuwita.

As my eyes were about to fall asleep, Aunt Lidya came into my room, "Her ashes pick me up in front."

" His ashes? Still sleeping tan. Please tell me dong tan!"

" Jumpain gih." Aunt passed by leaving me.

I went out of the room to meet Zuwita's brother.

That guy I seem to know. His posture is not foreign to me.

About who?

Does anyone know?

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