The Slengean Boy Love Trap
Hardhearted Wulan

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Wulan arrived at the contract, her hands reaching for her small bag. He found a key with a keychain initialed W.

He entered in a hurry and immediately entered his belongings, ranging from clothes, toiletries.

A message he got. A little crawling towards his phone was. He hoped it was a God, he would have the man pick him up.

It turned out to be a picture message from his Amih. Photo Papi who fell asleep with leaning. Below it is a sentence of threat.

"Thank you for making your Papi moan in pain, his pain is crumbling and he is so sad for your behavior. If there's anything with Papi, Amih will never forgive you!"

Wulan curled up, her body limp. Why is he being blamed? it's all tormenting him, too. Who thinks of him, then? She was crying, her heart was upset, angry, and sad. Everything went awry and so restrained his heart and mind.

Almost an hour crying, Wulan finally fell asleep in a disheveled room.

Altaf hurriedly returned to the contract, having completed his delivery duties. After earlier Amih called if Wulan came home crying.

Altaf bought rice for his wife. It is late afternoon and usually the order is getting more and more crowded. He sure won't have time to go back to the contract to just give dinner to Wulan.

Open that contract door. He got the wife who was snuggling asleep. With his messy stuff. Altaf tidied the stuff back to where it was. The clothes she had put together were back in the corner of the room. Lined with his pile of clothes. Not too neat because he intends to move from there immediately. Maybe the environment there makes his wife not at home.

Tomorrow's Friday where he has his ration off at the restaurant. Coming home from the club at dawn, he will immediately clean the house owned by his Amih.

Sitting facing Wulan, that beautiful face was sad. Blotchy eyes, a red nose and cheeks that still look wet. Altaf got rid of the hair that covered part of Wulan's face. Roll up the origin of the hair and he tucked it over the head of the wife.

Gently rubbed the cheek, and with a boldness he brought his face closer. He kissed that forehead. Then whisper. "Abang, baby you. Deck!" he said he got up and walked to the door. Before that door he closed there was something he saw peeking from Wulan's thigh wearing a dress.

Returning to be sure, Altaf crouched down with hesitant hands revealing the skirt. And his eyes are rounded when the tattoo image of two small-sized butterflies . "God," Inner. His eyes closed wanting to feel angry. But who is he? a husband who is not considered.

Sighing his breath that felt increasingly painful and tight. It was as if the room was not oxygenated. Altaf came out of the room in a hurry.

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Wulan woke up when her eyes felt no light, the state of the room was dark, only light came in from the window slit. "What time is it?" He wakes up looking for his cell phone.

When he saw the clock on his phone he was surprised, it was eight at night. Wake up with a cell phone that lights up looking for a light switch. When the lights went on, the state of the room that was disheveled had changed neatly again. Clothes that have been piled back in the corner of the room, toiletries and beauty are already in the box not far from his clothes. "Ck, how good it is to maintain this relationship!" Wulan sat back on the bed.

His stomach rang loudly, indeed the last meal at lunch was with his Amih at the Mall. His stomach is hungry when he opens the messaging application. He saw a white plastic package, with a melamine plate lining near the gallon.

Getting up and getting closer, he opened the package. There is rice, chicken balado and meatball soup. In a different plastic. He grabbed it, hesitated but he was hungry.

Started eating it while crying. Can't imagine him having to live with Altaf. Till when? until when will she or Altaf give up on this marriage relationship.

After eating, he wakes up and intends to change clothes. As usual, he was afraid of the bathroom which looked very dark.

When he changed his clothes, his phone rang.

See the name of the caller. "God?"

"Where are you?"

"I-i ... "

"Share the address, I'll pick you up now!" said.

Wulan was worried, wanting to leave but she remembered her Amih threat, afraid that Altaf would complain.

A second later he had already snatched the jeans, the black tanktop he was wearing only he coated it with an over size shirt.

Wulan came out of her rented room at exactly nine p.m.

A quiet contract situation, making his steps more certain.

Before long the horn sounded shrieking, with a luxury sedan car stopping in front of him.

The glass opened, and Wulan flashed a smile of her best.

"Long wait?" The god asked when he got out of his car and opened the door for Wulan.

Wulan's chest as if pounding at once her heart melted.

"No, just new."

"Kok, the address is now here?" Ask God, who does know the home address of Wulan's parents is not here.

"The story is long!"

"Ok, let's go through a long night, here!" Goda.

"Yeah, we're adventuring!" The Lord said as he closed the door of his car, running around his car. The god smiled handsomely at Wulan. They looked at each other with smiles.

"How are you? You haven't been to school in a week, have you?" tanyakanya. His body was facing towards Wulan.

Wulan nodded slowly. "Yes, there is some business to be done" he replied.

"Ehm, where are we going?" Wulan asked to make sure it was night.

"To my favorite eating place, me."

"But I ate!" Refuse her.

"The coffee was good there, too" he said.

Then Wulan nodded resignedly, like a buffalo that fits his nose. Especially when the burly hand rubbed his cheek gently.

"You are so beautiful!" Said.

Wulan blushed in embarrassment.

"Oh, yes. Go to my old house, yeah. I'm taking the flash." God said while starting the engine of his mewek car. The car runs at medium speed.

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"Cock, dark?" Wulan was standing next to the God who was unlocking the fence.

"Yes, no more nothing. But I know where the key is."

"Dam ... Come on, mate me. Afraid of something missing, you're a witness!"

Wulan who was still pecking near the fence, was actually frightened. He was afraid, looking at the dark and uninhabited house. Seen from the wild grass that grows around the yard.

Also the floor looks dirty dusty.

Wulan walked while observing the road and the house around. Seen Houses big fenced high, the housing was quite quiet. Only a few bikes passed there. The merchant was not seen passing through the residential street since he entered from the gate of the complex.

"Dam ... Wulans. Help me, it's hard!" The god shouted from inside the house that was pitch-black.

Wulan hesitated to approach. He screamed when his hands were pulled.

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This is the story of his son Pak Bintang yes, nyeritain Wulan who is magical like his father. Don't look for perfect characters in itti 🤭 stories. Search in another novel🤣🤣. because life is not as perfect and se wow in the novel, do not want to fool the reader 🤭🤣🤣. So real2 wae lah😝. I'm waiting for you at Wulan's. Gonjang her lady mouthed mercon 🤣

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