Carmen's Love Trap
SD Snacks Party

Carmen

The plan, this weekend I will sleep until noon after dawn prayers. Tired of working this week I will pay by sleeping all day Unfortunately, I can not linger sleep because the sound of Abi is very noisy in front of the door of the room makes me wake up from deep sleep.

"Baby! Getup! You saw your ex-husband in front of the house!" abi said in a loud voice and very rarely he let out in this house.

Lazily, I dragged my feet to open the door. "What the hell is it, Bi? I told you, I want to sleep. It's a holiday, Bi. Why are you still screaming in front of my room?"

"You don't know what's going on in front ?" ask Abi.

Yawning I shook my head. "I don't know. I slept again after the dawn prayer. What the hell is going on? Abi was so noisy early in the morning!" my grunts while scratching my non-itchy hair.

"Your ex-husband is doing it. You see the road ahead of our complex. No car can get in. The streets are full of your favorite hawkers. It's stuck!" namel Abi.

The streets are full of hawkers? Any timing? I then went to the window and peeked down. Sure enough, in front of Abi's house was already crowded with tradesmen. "Wow! That's the front duda of the house doing what else?"

"Yes, do it again. What the hell is that for? Is he still chasing you? He said no love, but kept chasing! Abi can't go anywhere! Want to get out of the car just can not, but Abi same Mommy there is also a plan to go to one of Abi's school friends association. So cancel because of your ex-husband's plan!" sulcan Abi's.

"I want to see ah!" I said excitedly.

"Can't! Change your nightgown first! Out of the house must wear the right clothes. Don't make the front widower of the house tempted by you again! Yes, Abi wants to go around first. Who knows if there are good snacks. Nice, free!" Lost is Abi's frustration. It is easy to forget when not long ago Abi was angry because he could not go to the reunion. Yes, the age factor. It is easy to get angry but easy to get angry.

I decided not to continue my sleep. I took a shower and changed my clothes and went downstairs. I saw heaven in front of my eyes, my favorite foodies and snacks were all in front of the house.

Unfortunately, it's not just heaven I see. Something even crazier, I was shocked to see it. It turned out that all the hawkers wore the same t-shirts and plastered my face on the t-shirts they wore. Oh Allah ... What did Zaky do? It seems to surprise me that it is not enough. Now all the tradesmen know me.

"Non Carmen wants a batagor?"

"Non Carmen wants a lick?"

"Non Carmen wants to roll?"

"Es her cendol, Non Carmen."

"Non Carmen wants to run? There is rujak serut and rujak uleg loh. Not who is it?"

I replied with a small smile. Really yes it's a front widower of the house unsettling once!

"Hows it? Like my surprise?" asked Mas Zaky suddenly made me jump in shock.

"Not funny!" my lips.

Mas Zaky smiled. "I'm not joking. I just want you to be able to snack as much as possible in front of the house, without having to go at night with a man who is not your mahram."

"This. For you! Rarely do they sell like this!" Mas Zaky gives a rooster-shaped gulali that can be blown. Wow ... This is already rare in Jakarta.

I took the gulali in Mas Zaky's hand and turned around and left it. Mas Zaky followed me and kept talking to me but I ignored it. I want the full snack. It's free!

Neighbors in the Abi home complex have started to enjoy snacks in front of their homes. I ordered a lot of food that I liked even though the front widower kept rambling behind me. My hands are full of delicious treats.

"Non Carmen wants some aci meatballs?" ask the seller of meatballs that are a bit old.

"You, sir," I replied.

"Please sit down, Non." The seller of the aci meatballs gave me a plastic chair. I sat down and next to me the widower in front of the house did the same.

"Sir, I also want yes 1!" order Mas Zaky.

"Yes, Mum."

While waiting for the chili meatballs to be made, I blew a gulali-shaped snout of a rooster that let out a whistle-blower sound. Funnier. So remember when I was little Abi liked to buy it for me.

"You likey?" ask Mas Zaky.

I didn't answer and kept blowing gulalis.

"Baby, I miss you. Kangen your cooking. Kangeen you omelin me. Like you're babbling all day at our house. Now there is no you, I am lonely. Stupid me, huh? After we parted, I realized how much I had lost you" said Mas Zaky, who pretended I didn't hear.

"I want to talk to you again, Baby. Give me a chance to prove to you that I've changed." Good thing the pickled meatballs I ordered came. At least Mas Zaky was quiet for a moment and I was just enjoying this delicious aci meatball.

I realized at this time Mas Zaky was looking at me who was engrossed in enjoying aci meatballs without responding to his words. "What's wrong. If you want to be like this. I'll start right this time. Introduce, I'm Zaky. I work as CEO at Damar Corporation. I'm widower and lonely,"

"My hobby is to remember the memories of my ex-wife. Yes, I failed to move on and still failed to move on. Just the difference, I failed to move on the same wife and now I failed to move on the same ex-wife myself. Funny huh? It'sit's okay. My goal is to make my ex-wife happy. I want to wipe away the wounds I made with happiness. Whether my ex-wife wants to accept it or not, what matters is that I've made the effort,"

"Oh yeah, I love my ex-wife's fried rice. Although at first it was a bit salty but my ex-wife diligently practiced until it tasted so delicious. My ex-wife is beautiful, her hobby is SD hawker. At first I was annoyed if he asked for snacks but now I even want him to snack as much. I like to see him happy when he eats his favorite food. Now I know what my purpose in life is, to make my ex-wife happy" Mas Zaky said at length.

I kept eating aci meatballs during Mas Zaky's talk and now I've spent a bowl of aci meatballs. Stomach full.

"Baby! What's in there? He hurt you again?" asked Abang Wira while holding Vino.

"No, Bang. Tau tuh from earlier babbling alone. Go, Vino! We're looking for food!" I took Vino and left Mas Zaky.

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