Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 23

The clock on the wall of the room shows ten o'clock in the afternoon, I immediately take a shower to make it fresher again. Don't forget today I want a pretty bobok. My days will be more relaxed. And now I've become a successful unemployed. I laughed in my heart so unemployment success kok proud busy my inner chattering alone.

I don't know why the drowsiness comes attacking until my eyes can't compromise even a little, I finally fell asleep.

I don't know how many hours I've been asleep until the sound of the phone ringing shocked me. There is a mass name Amal plastered on the mobile phone screen. What did Amal call me?

With half my consciousness I pressed the green button. There was the sound of Amal's voice from the sebrang.

He wanted to take me to his brother's house who was having a celebration. So I'm gonna get ready. If you can bring a change of clothes so if the possibility of not being able to go home there is preparation.

The connection on the phone has been cut off. I'm looking for grandma to ask permission. My grandmother was sleeping in her room. I went into her room and woke up Grandma.

" What's up? Tumben once to wake grandma's sleep." Ask grandma astonishment.

" Em mas Amal wants to take Zahra to his brother's house that is in celebration, can you?" Me ask carefully.

" His mother coming?" Ask grandma again.

" Come along."

" Yes it can be. But keep your self-esteem. Don't come into contact with Amal." Grandmother's message.

I also immediately prepared by not forgetting I wear the best game I have. Also don't forget I brought clothes, toiletries, makeup supplies and towels. So that later if the stay does not bother others.

Not long after the sound of the car, I peeked out from the window of my room. Mas Amal went down with his mother and Zuwita.

Grandma was already welcoming in front. I came out of the room with some of my equipment.

After the charity mas and mother asked permission to the grandmother, we finally went to the house of the general brother Amal.

There is a sense of awkward when it comes to sitting next to the mass Amal. While Zuwita was casually sitting in the back with his grandmother.

" What's this party?" I open the conversation.

" Wedding party." Answer the Charity. His eyes remained focused on the road.

" How long are we gonna be here?" Ask again.

" Possible three hours' drive."

" Oh .."

" Do you miss going back to Jakarta?" Ask about Charity.

" I miss you, but wait for time to get back there."

"So his house there was empty? Not just contracted."

" Confused to be contracted because the goods are still there all. If it's empty anyway, because there's an assistant papa who put in the house." Obviously again.

Only the two of us were involved in the conversation, mother and Zuwita were already sleeping in the back.

When I was enjoying the view of the oil palm plantation, unexpectedly I was holding my hand.

I was surprised and tried to pull my hand. But in fact Amal was more tightly grasping it.

" Mad.. ?" I pointed at my hand that was in his grasp.

He smiled, then my hand was brought to his chest.

" Please let me know if you're serious about marrying me." He said without seeing me.

I looked back, afraid that Amal's mother caught us both.

And just as Amal understood my fear, "mommy sleeps."

" His hands are.." I whispered.

He took my hand off, because he was going to move the gears of the car. Then he repeated his hand and he drove with one hand.

There was a strange feeling running through my body when he grabbed my hand.

Is that a sign I have feelings for her?

Once the road was solid enough, he let go of my hand. " Later we'll be wretched." Canded it to me

After traveling for almost three hours, we finally arrived at the house of his brother Amal.

We got out of the car. Zuwita asked me for a sling. And I also carried the child padlock son abi handsome this. I walked beside Amal, while Mom walked first. I can't wait to meet his brother who's already gathered.

We were greeted with friendly smiles. They looked in wonder at the three of us. Not infrequently curious to directly ask the mass Amal.

" Who is that? Your wife?" Ask someone about Amal.

" Hopefully she's willing to be my wife." Amal glanced at me. Maybe I was afraid I would hear his words.

We sat down three, while mom was already engrossed in chatting with her brother.

I feed Zuwita to eat with soup.

Mas Amal watched us both to make me go awry.

" Feed a pot, don't be quiet. Look at the noise." I broke the reverie.

" It's not good, it's good to see you."

" duh... The sheep melted my heart." I tried to cover my reddened face like a boiled crab.

After I finished feeding, I made milk because it seems that this sweet baby is already sleepy.

I hold this sweet baby while my hand is patting Zuwita. He began to close his eyes. He was asleep for a moment.

Mas Amal took Zuwita from my hand and took him to sleep in the house of Amal's brother.

After that, Amal came back to me.

Not bored he looked at me who was eating, "don't look around! I'll choke on it."

" I'll be the one who's doing it." He answered casually with a smile.

I never thought, if the mass of Charity that used to be different from the current one.

The former charity mas is a jutek and cuek charity mas. While the current Amal mass is more friendly, preferring dreadlocks. Two different natures.

While Amal and I were talking. Two men pat Amal on the shoulder.

" Hey bro! Well, you can replace this."

Amal looked surprised, but the next second they embraced and laughed so hard that it became the center of attention.

" Zah knows this is a friend of mine." Amal introduced his friend to me.

I also shook hands with Amal's friends. And mention my name. It turns out that Amal's friend is called Feri.

" Crazy you bro, you want two. Where was it?" General's friend looks curious.

" Check bro." Answer the sour Charity.

" Crazy, a guy as handsome as you can be cheated on. What about my fair looks."

" The point is not good looks, but on women. If he's loyal, whatever you want, he'll stay faithful." Obviously Amal again.

Next they were busy chatting while I was also engrossed in chatting with Amal's mass sister.

His name is Dita, he seems friendly to me.

" Zah, are you seriously getting married to Amal? Tanya Dita was curious.

" Dit's a Doain, hopefully we're a match." I asked Dita for a prayer.

" Amin ya Zah, Poor look at Zuwita. Still that small has lost love." Said Dita sadly.

It doesn't feel like night has come. I asked Amal's permission to enter first. Amal's mother told me to sleep in the room with Zuwita.

I slept next to this sweet baby. While being engrossed in observing Zuwita, the door of the room was opened by someone. I immediately sat down. There is a fear that haunts.

The lights on looked like the faces I knew.