Carmen's Love Trap

Carmen's Love Trap
Zaky's Retaliation


Carmen


Hearing Mas Zaky forbid me from being close to another man, it was as if Mas Zaky was jealous but that was impossible. If he is jealous, it means he has feelings for me while all this time in his heart Mas Zaky is just a Goddess Sister. I got upset about it. Just look, I will make Mas Zaky feel what I used to feel!


"Where are you Baby from? " reprove Mommy who happened to cross paths with me. Mommy carries a glass of water, usually for Abi who likes to be thirsty at night but does not want to go to the kitchen.


"Let's go for a walk, My. Bahri and I had been hunting for food at a food festival in one of the malls. Because it's full, so I'm coming home a little night," I replied honestly.


"Then why is your face so upset? No food there?" Apparently Mommy was very sensitive to see the expression of my face even though I had hidden it.


"Self, My, "I answered again honestly.


"I regret why? Want to tell Mommy? Mommy takes a drink to your room and Mommy goes to your room and we tell her what happened, okay?"


"Yes, My."


I went to my room and cleaned myself and prayed Isha. Mommy had already entered the room and was waiting for me to finish praying to listen to what became my heart's frustration today. Finished folding my face, I sat on the bed beside Mommy.


"So, who's upset this time?" Mommy can't wait to hear my story.


"That same sprain in front of the house!" I said while blushing my lips.


"What did Zaky do to you until you got so upset?" ask Mommy.


"Now you know, My. I just came home from the streets and Mas Zaky confronted me in front of the house. I was advised not to go with men who were not mahrams" I complained.


"Well where? What Zaky said really. You really should not go alone with a man who is not your mahram without someone else accompanying. You know for yourself, being alone with someone who is not the mahram can cause slander." Mommy defended Mas Zaky, making me even worse.


"You don't have to interfere in my affairs, My. We're both divorced, why the hell did he keep interfering with my life? The effect was, he was like jealous again, but it was impossible. Mommy knows for yourself who is in Mas Zaky's heart if not Kak Dewi?" I was getting upset because I re-imagined how Mas Zaky who failed to move on from Kak Dewi.


"Maybe he's really jealous? All this time, you have been his wife. You split up too he does not want to divorce you, but you, Wira and Abi who are so overwhelmed with your stance and finally you divorced, right? Who knows, actually Zaky is jealous to see your closeness with other men."


"I don't want to, My. I don't want to hope like that. All this time, I've always lived with hope and hope and ended in disappointment. I don't want to hope anymore, My. Even if Mas Zaky is really jealous, I don't care anymore. For me, my relationship with Mas Zaky is over" I said firmly.


My mother smiled at my words. Gently, Mommy advised me. "As far as you are, dear. Do what you think is right. If you don't want to be with Zaky, you can be the same Bahri. Even if you don't want Zaky and Bahri yes you can be with another guy. Don't because past trauma makes you unable to move forward. You are still young. Your path is long. Find a man who truly loves you and can make you happy."


I nodded obediently. "Sleep! It's night. You have to work tomorrow. What a beautiful dream. Don't forget to read the prayer!" Mommy turned off my room lights and went out after closing the door.


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"Why are your legs?" asked Mama who was holding a mosquito racket this time. Well danger, whatever you hold can be used to hit me. I better run away.


"Sure, Ma. I'll sleep first!" I walked while feeling my feet still hurt.


"Aren't you waiting for Carmen?" syndical Mama.


"No. Sleepy!" I replied, quickly enter the room.


I checked my feet that were a little blue. Apparently, Baby kicked me with all his might. Hate him so much for me. One kick, my legs are blue!


Ah, I'm kesel. Why is Baby so hard to manage? What's wrong with trying? It was for her own good, too. Go home at night, why? Just because you want culinary? Okay, I'm gonna make this complex Baby's culinary hawker place. Don't let him go anywhere this weekend!


I also made a new strategy. Early in the morning, I told my assistant to arrange snacks in the most marketable and most delicious SD place. This weekend, Baby will be very surprised by the surprise I gave. However, before the weekend I had prepared origami and snacks for him.


This morning, I gave Mama's pudding that I picked up from the fridge. Baby loves the pudding made by Mama. Don't forget I also gave him chocolate for a snack later in the afternoon. I put it on top of his car and left with my limp leg.


For the second origami, I sent a packet of rice tumpeng complete with the side dish. On top of the tumpeng, an origami I accidentally put. My goal is, baby don't go out for lunch break. I have a meeting today, if I skip again, Papa will be furious.


"Well, so dong! Don't keep running away from work!" sindir Papa who saw me so diligently doing my job today.


"Yes. I am busy again. Don't disturb. I want this free weekend. No work or visits abroad. I'm going on holiday!"


"Why do you want a holiday?" ask Papa again.


"Because this weekend we won't be able to get out of the complex!" Papa looked at me confused but in the end did not dare to ask because I was busy with my work.


Finally, the weekend I was looking forward to came as well. At dawn all the hawkers I had ordered came flocking to the compound. The permit I had received, the merchants came in an orderly manner and began to march in front of my house to the end of the complex.


Various foods are available. Everything is Baby's favorite ranging from cilok, spiral fries, egg-rolled pickled meatballs, ice podeng, chicken porridge ice, market snacks and much more. I smiled and imagined Baby would be confused about which one to eat. The front of the house contains a merchandiser, even a car to get out is difficult. This time, I'll hold Baby with her favorite food ha .. ha. ha ....


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