The Slengean Boy Love Trap
Starting from the beginning

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Intan was standing in front of a house without a fence. It's new housing, there are still some that are in habitation. Silent and silent. He arrived at exactly five o'clock in the morning, it did not take long for him to arrive at his leg relics house.

In the early hours of the morning, she came out of the house she shared with her husband. Feeling unworthy is still there, after everything they've been through.

Intan was silent in front of the porch of the house. After contacting the phone number on a piece of paper containing the address and a number that can be contacted as the key holder.

Sitting quietly on the porch, his chest suddenly tightened and his tears just flowed away. Intan rubbed his stomach slowly. "Me, woman failed. Sorry, sorry I. Ang... " His cry broke as she recalled her husband who was still sound asleep. Her sweet face felt so crumpled. He admitted it was all his fault. Feeling ashamed and unworthy of her husband.

A duck motorbike stopped right in front of the small courtyard of the house.

A middle-aged man opened his helmet and walked towards Intan.

Intan woke up and greeted the smiling middle-aged man approaching her.

"Sorry, Neng. Father's house is a bit far from here, so make Neng wait," he said while reaching into his pocket.

"This, keys. Den Adit isn't coming?" he asked as he looked at the bag lying near the door.

Intan immediately remained silent, confused to answer. Now he only realized that he was himself. Alone in this world. "Kang Adit ... He is dead, sir. It was last month!"

The father fiddled his eyes, as if in disbelief. "Innalallahi, Neng's sick?" the half screamed.

Intan only nodded small, trying to hold back the tears that had already condensed in her eyes. "Yes, Sir. Hull," he said softly.

Not long there the Father who he said Hui named Herman was ready to go home.

There was only one bedroom, the house was really tiny, yet it felt comfortable. There is only a thick carpet in the living room that elongates seems to blend with the family room. At the opening of his room door, there was a small foam mattress with a bed sheet and blanket neatly folded at the end of the mattress.

Intan sat on a bed that was directly layered to the floor.

He threw down his limp body.

Crying again seems to have become a habit now.

"Ang .." he murmured softly before the eye closed.

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The stars squirm their bodies. Feeling the side that feels empty and cold. Then he sat down, saw his cell phone was almost 9 a.m.

Walking towards the bathroom turned out to be empty, he was a little furious. When imagining his wife doing activities.

"Not healed yet, like macem-macem. God ... " His grunts were anxious as he walked out of the room.

Beyond his expectations, it turns out the state of the house is indeed quiet. Very quiet, he came to every room in his house that was not too big.

Back in the room, he took his cell phone. And try calling the very number of the wife.

After a few minutes he continued to try but still Intan's phone was not active. His eyes were on the closet. Walking a little hastily towards the closet, when opening it his head lowered his head limp. Intan's clothes bag and some clothes only leave a hang hanger. Only a few pairs of clothes left.

"The artisan ran away,"

"Well, if I see you, I'm giggling you & you're crushed!" said growling.

Pissed off? sure is. He's an even extraordinary human being with his short-axis attitude. How could a Star possibly withstand emotions. But for the wife who is in sadness. He was willing to harbor his emotions, even their new tavern. Just caught fire, right on Intan's day in the hospital.

That is how he loves Intan. To not want to share the distress and turmoil that is prancing on his shoulders. For the sake of mental healing the wife who is certainly being destroyed because they have to feel the loss of their future baby.

"I give you three days, if you haven't come home yet I'm looking for ampe to the pit of ants though. I'm torturing you all ampe ... " The star slammed the door of his closet.

It is better that he let his wife use her brain, which only prioritizes her own thinking than to vouch for her.

The star rushed to the bathroom, the better he looked at the renovation of his burned-out shop. Instead of at home he always emotionally imagined the attitude of his wife who always run away from problems.

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Almost a week

The star is already restless, still has not found the wife. Intan's phone is still off, and he's getting crazy for his wife.

"Patience, dong. You'll be looking for your bini, not the nyari pot that every store will have." Dafa who had just returned from the office was a little upset at the question from his sister-in-law

"Anjir, do you call my bini ama pans?" The star slightly tightened its jaws on Dafa.

Dafa who was holding Shera a little anticipation with the movement of the Star hand that took the lid of the jar containing the cake semarang or better known egg roll.

"We're trying to find out where your baby is" said Dafa who was giving his phone containing a cartoon film to Shera.

The star slammed his back into the back of the chair.

Mentari came with a plate of fried Instant noodles in his hand.

"Sad look, but the noodles have asked for more. I made a jumbo size!" He said while sitting next to Dafa. Slightly grimaced to see how greedy the older brother was.

Dafa laughed while glancing at his wife.

They're at Dad's because their house is under renovation.

"Diem, you. Didn't Ridho make a meal for his brother?" ketus tanyanya.

The mentor moved his hand, a sign that he would not speak again.

"Broken hearts need energy, I'm again times of stress. Where the store disaster turned out to be an element of intentional, I will tell later who has burned my store."

"Nyari, the Bini who surpasses the athlete is tired!" said.

"Athlet?" Dafa and Mentari asked simultaneously.

"Yes, he's on the athlete's bike. Running athletes who often run are not clear, marathon running athletes are waiting for me to pursue," he laughed.

"Ok, I'm home. Daf, you look for me while you dance too." Then the Star went home to her lonely house, she would always go home. I still hope his wife goes home by herself.

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A month passed

Intan is busy serving some buyers who on average are drivers ojol. His home page he conjured into a place to sell seblak. And make a long bench for the drivers' seats.

Almost afternoon and the trading was over.

Intan was grateful that his trading which was only two weeks turned out to be hard.

She has not dared to reply to messages from her Husband and also from Mentari. Hundreds of messages and hundreds of calls were ignored.

Her heart was ashamed and she felt guilty for her husband. But his courage to meet the Star has not been perfectly gathered.

He even registered his filing for divorce in a religious court yesterday the day after. Upon his return from the court Intan roared weeping over what he was doing. Feeling sorry but also feeling unworthy to be on the side of the Star.

"Mba. Seblak his one," said a man wearing a jacket ojol.

"Sorry, it's closed." Answer Intan kindly while tidying up his trading tools.

"What ajad, there is." Keep the guy.

Intan who felt annoyed immediately looked at him.

"Udah abis, I want to close. Mas" he said annoyed.

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Haiiii.

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