Carmen's Love Trap
Letters in Origami

Carmen

I walked straight and ignored Mas Zaky who had been aligning my steps while blabbing indistinctly. There was something he said but I didn't get dizzy. I ignored it and my steps turned in a grilled chicken shop located in the alley.

"You wanna eat here? I am too. You want a chest or thigh?" ask Zaky.

I approached the grilled chicken seller's mother. "Mom, grilled chicken thighs with rice. Drink some sweet iced tea," I said.

"I am too, Mom. We sat together!" sahut Mas Zaky's.

I entered the house that used to be a place to eat. Many other employees eat at this grilled chicken restaurant during break hours. I wash my hands in the washbasin before sitting down. Again Zaky followed my steps.

I chose an empty seat with a table in the middle. Sit down better and eat with your hands. It must taste better.

"I just found out there's a restaurant that sells grilled chicken and eats it inside the house like this. You know where, Baby?" ask Zaky. Of course I didn't answer. I ignored her and even took out my HP and read the news about the artist that was being talked about..

"You're following the artist's case, too? Bummer huh? It's made a scene one country eh now ends up being blasphemed. Do you think they're setting or not?" Zaky asked me again. Invited me to talk to him.

I keep ignoring it. He was talking about the viral news. There's nothing I'm responding to. Whatever he wants to do, I don't care.

Until the food I was waiting for came. "Thank you, Mom!" I said when the menu we ordered was served at the dinner table.

"That looks good!" mas Zaky.

I was just about to touch my hand when Mas Zaky forbade. "Stop! Your hand is holding HP. Wear this." Mas Zaky sprayed his hand sanitization into my hand. Inevitably I rubbed my hands dry just starting to eat.

"Our cell phone is the thing with the most germs. Do not let the recurrence on the phone will be eaten and make us sick to the stomach," advised Mas Zaky.

Why is he so fucking carrying?

"Hmm .. how good is the roasted chicken! We come here again sometime? You want to not?" ask Mas Zaky.

I ate without answering her question.

"Not answered anyway? I want to hear your voice know, Baby. Assalamualaikum?" Again Mas Zaky used his ability to make me answer greetings. Very cute he is.

"Waalaikumsalam," I answered briefly.

"Your voice is still sweet Baby. Very sweet in my ears. You know who this restaurant is from?"

I finished my roasted chicken without any leftovers. It's really delicious.

"Well ... no more answers!" Mas Zaky complained in a disappointed voice to me.

Finish eating I wash my hands, Mas Zaky has it first. When I was about to pay, the grilled chicken seller's mother refused. "It's been paid by her husband." The mother pointed at Mas Zaky who was waiting in front.

I thanked the grilled chicken seller's mother and walked out. Mas Zaky followed from behind. This time there was no sound. He just kept quiet. Good though.

When there was a motor passing from behind, Mas Zaky's arm swiftly protected me. "Beauty, there's a motor! You see the back as well. Don't be so dumb!"

The motor then passed me. I walked back and ignored it. Mas Zaky kept following me in silence. Until we arrived near the cafe and he said, "I will not knock you cueki like this. I just want you to know that I regret what I did and will prove it by what I did."

I went into my room and came back crying. Why would Mas Zaky do this to me? Why does he do it himself? Make a wound and now want to remove it?

I erased my tears rough. I want to work again. I've got to forget Mas Zaky. We're divorced. It's also free for him to erase the wound that he would never love me.

I busied myself checking report after report until finally my neck felt sore. It's already night time. I think the streets of Jakarta are not too jammed anymore. I tidied up my bag and laptop and turned off my office lights and was ready to go home.

"Sorry, Mom. There's a message for Mom" said the cashier who intercepted me before leaving the cafe.

"Message?" I received a piece of paper made to resemble origami. I think I know who made it. "OKAY. Thanks though. I'll go home first."

I got out of the cafe and got in the car. Curiosity made me open the contents of the letter given by Mas Zaky. Turn on the lights in the car and I open the origami paper.

Hi Beautiful Girl!

Please introduce my name Zaky

I work in my Papa's office

My status is now a widower

Will you meet me?*

Ps: If our relationship is wrong, then I will start by getting acquainted right. From now on I will get to know you more. Greetings, your ex-husband.

I closed my eyes. I let tears wash over this face. What does Mas Zaky want? I gave him my freedom but why would he want to be closer to me?

It can't be all this because he loves me. Because his love is only for a Goddess. I put the origami gift into the dashboard of the car and I put my car home.

I put my car in the garage, but when I was about to close the gate I saw a plastic with an origami inside. Did Mas Zaky hang it on the fence while I was busy parking the car?

"You just got home, Baby?" Abi's question left me shocked. I looked back. It was fortunate that Mas Zaky had already left, if not seriously. Abi can get angry and keep me out of the house again.

"Yes, Bi." I saluted Abi and went into the house.

"Hurry to take a shower, Abi and Mommy wait at the dinner table!" abi said before locking the living room door.

"Yes, Bi." I went upstairs and went into the room. I opened the plastic Mas Zaky gave me. A UHT milk of my favorite strawberry flavor. I opened an origami paper that must have contained a message.

Hi beautiful girl!

Do not forget to drink milk before going to bed.

Great to make a tired body all day work more relaxed.

Do not forget to wash your face and clean your makeup without waste. Do not let the stubborn pimples perch on your beautiful face.

Greetings, widower in front of your house.

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