The Slengean Boy Love Trap
The wingless angel

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Intan was pensive with a hand that stuck his phone to his ear. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

"Yank?" call the stars over there.

Intan was still fixated, her cheeks were already wet by the tears she wiped roughly.

"Bring him here, Ang!" saute slowly.

"You, sure?" ask Stars.

Intan nodded as if her husband could see her seriousness.

"Ok, I'll take him. After you've done everything!"

The call ended. Intan was still pensive, sometimes he returned to shed tears. His heart aches, grunts and hurts simultaneously. Just two months into being a mother, she found it easier to cry for a rather sentimental affair.

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Once she cried when Wulan for the first time vomited, milk liquid came out of the baby's mouth and nose. She panicked and ended up crying. The star who was checking his shop was flailing back home.

Both inexperienced make them easily panic, and may look more likely for people who are experienced.

Intan will be sad if one of his children there is sucking for a while, he even had negative thoughts on himself.

"Maybe my breast doesn't taste good, Ang. Is that a little bit of a exit?" absurd question at 1 p.m. He was pacing back and forth when Damar who used to suckle for a long time, only spent less than 10 minutes.

The star, who had just fallen asleep for an hour, had to serve the grievance of the wife, with all his strange thoughts.

"Enak, really.!" he said as he leaned against the head of the bed with half-seated eyes.

"Enak? you know what that is?" Intan who was petting Damar looked at him in wonder.

The star did not answer, he just spoke.

"Ang?"

Stars that are getting weaker because of drowsiness that can not be held. Then open his eyes with all his might.

"When every child opens your eyes, your chest sodorin, every whimper you little sodorin. Why is it so bad for them?" The star fixed his pillow ready to soon go on an excursion to dreamland.

"Ish, I'm afraid they're hungry!" his grunts were irritated, walking towards the baby box in the corner of their room.

The star did not respond, he had even snored subtly.

Intan crawled up the bed that had been slept Star.

"I'm afraid, they're short of breast milk. They're twins, afraid they're still hungry!" obviously with a worried face.

"Hm ... " The star is only able to mumble, his spirit has drawn between the chatter of the wife and also the door of the dream realm.

"I'm afraid the breast milk is not good, because we were eating just eggs flat with vegetables! the vegetable mamang does not sell, you are told to forget shopping, it could have a market but forget the chicken deposit with my cob fish!" his gerrick.

"Whataaa? do you want**l? no, Yank. I'm really sleepy, I'm a regular kayak tomorrow morning. Yea?" his murmur was unclear. Intan only giggled amusedly at the words of her half-conscious husband.

And many more absurd behavior of the couple during the two months of parenthood.

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The sound of a car stopped in front of his house.

Intan who just finished bathing the twins out by pushing a stroller in two seats specifically twins.

Her eyes were hot when she saw her husband getting out of the car.

The star approached. With his hand leading a handsome toddler with a bandage attached to the upper forehead of the right. Also with purplish bruised eyes.

"Yank?" The star blew away his daydream.

Intan closed her mouth trying to hold back the crying but still the tears were flowing could not be stopped.

The woman walked over and immediately knelt down before the silent little boy in front of her.

"Hi, see you again!" he said with a small sling.

The boy was silent with his empty look.

The star who took over the stroller the twins led his wife to enter.

"Altaf? wanna eat?" tanya Bintang disperse Intan's sad gaze. He wanted to divert the grief of the wife who kept looking at the boy's pity.

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That boy is Altaf. The star gets a call that the car Naya was riding in and her kids had an accident. A collision involving 3 cars. The reason the car is in the ride Naya is in the middle of squeezed sedan and box car that has a brake blong. Naya who was sitting behind the Little Stool died in the spot from being squeezed, lucky Altaf only experienced a tear in the upper forehead with a bruised eye. He was protected by the airbag, while the hotel driver was still critical in the hospital.

The star called the police, because the last number in Naya's call contact was her number.

Miris came to the hospital, she saw Altaf sitting in front of the morgue. Where Mother and her little sister had been stiffened.

The star lowered his footsteps. Touch the little boy's shoulder. Altaf looked up with a bruised face and bandages on his upper forehead.

"Omm?" call him.

The star was unable to say anything, he was confused and afraid of making the child in front of him sad and chaotic.

"Mother .. did not wake up, the abis in the doctor continued to sleep. If sister ... " His words came to a halt as the Star pulled him into an embrace.

"You want ice cream?" bargained for.

Altaf. "So, I told you not to eat icecream often." Then his eyes looked at the Star that was crouching in front of him. And her crying broke. Altaf roared in his arms around the Star, his arms around the neck of the Star.

"Me, fear. Um!" pilu said.

The star patted the little back. Must be

kara at the age of 4. Where that age is spoiled.

They sat in the hospital's cafeteria after Bintang heard the police's explanation. Then take care of all about Naya's and her son's funeral. As single women are also without relatives, the stars are actually confused. But his body must be taken care of immediately, finally he called the Wife.

Trying to accept any reaction from the wife. But in fact there only sounds sobbing. The stars are thinking negatively. That his wife would be mad or whatever. Instead, he asked to bring Altaf to their home.

His wife was indeed a wingless angel so gentle and sincere. Any luck? sure is. It feels annoying nature of himself that is only Intan who can understand and balance her. Others will not be strong in the face of all his mischievous and crazy behavior.

Bringing Altaf home made the wife even more sad. His eyes were puffy, not because of staying up late with the twins. But there was no stopping crying thinking about Altaf's fate.

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It's the third day Altaf is with them.

That night they were at the dinner table. Intan who was holding Damar while smiling. Looking at Altaf who was playing with Wulan who was in the stroller next to his seat.

"Beautiful moon, auntie!" he said while staring at Wulan who was staring at him as well.

Intan rubbed the tears that just came down. Especially if not Altaf, considering a few days ago during the burial of Naya and her second child. Altaf was only on the edge of the tomb. Holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, with her usual-looking face she sprinkled them onto the graves of her mother and sister.

Intan awaits Altaf who is still sowing flowers in the tomb. The stars surrounded them, while the twins were at the house of Father and Mother. Mentari and Langit have just returned home.

"Mom?"

Intan who was talking to the Star immediately turned his head as Altaf finally let out a voice in his Mother's tomb.

"Grandmother same Ateu Nia go both, Mother same sister. Who am I the same? who's the same brother, ma'am?" the typical whimper of a child finally came out. It turned out that Altaf had been holding back his grief.

Intan immediately squatted down.

"She, my dear. Altaf has Amih, Papi, Damar and Wulan's younger brother. Altaf is not alone!"

"Altaf why aren't you being invited?" The crying is getting louder.

Can't stand Intan holding her and crying. He knows exactly how Altaf feels. He is the same if he is not married to the stars. "Don't talk like that, Altaf's got Potent, Papi's. Yea?" he wiped the child's face.

Altaf just nodded small.

"Thank you, auntie!"

"Amih," Intan rectifies the child's speech.

Altaf smiling. "Thank you, Amih!"

Then they embraced back.

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