Carmen's Love Trap
Cold War

Carmen

Sure enough Abi punishes Mommy and makes us all bad luck. I was tired after checking in yesterday fell asleep soundly until I woke up at 10 o'clock. While Mommy ... almost 12 o'clock just want to start preparing lunch.

My brother and I are used to the affection of my parents. Not uncomfortable and even proud. They managed to maintain the household in the midst of the many centile girls who seduced Abi.

Children today, can not see a man who is well-established, handsome and still dashing immediately called Sugar Daddy. That's not Sugar Daddy, that's Mr. I! Unfortunately Abi is not friendly with me.

"Baby wants what breakfast?" mommy asked in an almost inaudible hoarse voice. Wow, imagine me how spacular their husband and wife relationship in the room that has been installed silencer since Abang grew up.

"What aja. Mommy still tired no? Want me to make it?" I'm not feeling good.

Actually I'm not okay either. It seems like due to exhaustion I got in the wind. My stomach doesn't taste good. Wanted to vomit and the head was also a bit dizzy. I just hold it. More pity Mommy, seeing the many kissmarks around her neck, I can tell Abi's ferocity on the bed. You crazy Former Duda Nackal!

Just now Mommy wants to answer Abi has cleared his throat. It's a code that Abi doesn't want me to make. "What's wrong. Just mommy. How about Javanese fried noodles?"

"Yes. It's up to Mommy. I'll help you get the onions, My." Ignoring Abi's sharp gaze, I took the red and white onions and peeled them.

We both cooked in silence. Mommy is fine just looking a bit exhausted. This Abi really. Mommy should be afraid that Abi is angry. Yes because if Abi is angry not a floating plate, not harsh words but Abi will be a legend figure himself.

"I'm sorry, My," I whispered.

"What's wrong. It's normal" replied Mommy.

I smile. Usual already? Mommy is the same. They both like to be hard.

The cooking show is over. I helped Mommy serve at the table. When he was about to put a plate for Abi, Mommy's eyes gave the code 'don't'. I didn't do it. Mommy who finally put in front of Abi. "For dear Abi," Mommy said with a smile.

"Thank you beautiful Mommy" replied Abi.

Unknowingly I flicked my lips to see them both. "Condition lips!" reprimand Abi.

I was shocked and immediately stopped. I sat in my seat and prepared to eat. We eat quietly. I know it's not as calm as it looks.

Without eyes, I knew Abi's leg was tickling Mommy's leg. God be these two parents! Bucin look around dong's place! It's the dinner table so shake, my goodness!

After the meal, Mommy serves the fruit to Abi. "Please Abi!" mommy said spoiledly.

I was told to wash the dishes with Abi so nauseous to hear it. It feels like real vomiting.

Ueeekkkk

I spit out my stomach in the washbasin. Luckily, I finished my dish washing job.

"Why are you Baby?" ask Mommy worriedly. Mommy left her big Baby and went over to me. I pat my back even though I don't throw up anymore.

"Wind up! Most come home at night!" abi Cibir. "You want to see a doctor?"

I shook my head. "I'm just sick of hearing your chatter" I said back to Abi's scorn.

"Say I'm envious!" reply Abi. From her tone Abi was still angry with me. The way he treated me was like he treated my brother. Judes.

"Are you really okay, Baby?" ask Mommy. Mommy's worried face makes me unbearable. Mommy sacrificed a lot for me.

I put a smile on my face and act like I'm fine. "It's okay, My. Look, I'm fine. I'm the same Don Juan in the back who's been showing off his innocence. Bummer. So I threw up, really," I replied.

Why is what Mommy asked almost true all I feel huh? What am I sick of? How can Mommy know what my illness is?

"It's okay, My. It's late to eat because someone's holding Mommy in the room so I'm bad luck and forgot to eat breakfast!" my thoughts again to Abi.

"Bodo. It's nice here it's hard. Here happy there envious." Abi even replied to me while singing.

"Pig! His son was sick and still playing the game!" reprimand Mommy who began to be upset with her husband. I stick out my tongue, mocked Abi who got Mommy's scolding.

"Where's the pain, my? He still misses Abi!" shoot Abi at Mommy.

"Udah ah, Abi don't be like a child! I've been snooping with kids for a long time!" mommy's nagging again.

"Who told him to come home the night he didn't get permission? Run away instead of being honest!" sahut Abi's.

"Who would be honest if Abi interrogated him like a criminal?" mommy's Scolding.

"Yes .. yes ... Abi wrong. Yaudah!" Abi approached me and stretched out his little finger.

"You can't be so excited about me anymore!" my threat.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Abi also can't punish Mommy for kayaking last night. Poor Mommy, her voice is hoarse and tired!" threaten me again.

"If so, Abi does not promise. Anyway, Mommy you're having fun. Pas Abi melanin speed Mommy instead do not want" Not finished Abi talk Mommy has cut it.

"Udah, Bi. Don't take our business out in front of our own children! Shame to know!" mommy's Scolding.

"Yes .. yes. Abi is wrong in front of you. Abi is actually on the right side. Abi'nah head of the family, Abi right to know where Abi's daughter dong? Especially the night home. Abi is worried and nanya is not wondering you are nanya. Why is Abi wrong again?" ask Abi.

"It doesn't need to be discussed!" mommy's nagging again. Now Mommy's helping me sit at the dinner table again. "Mommy make warm sweet tea for you!"

"Abi wants to!" sahut Abi fast.

"Yes. Mommy make. Don't fight anymore!"

"Yes," I answered and Abi compactly.

Abi looked at me with a still curious look. "Abi want a name? Wanna wonder?" ledek.

"Mommy hit it off if anyone talks like that in this house!" threaten Mommy.

Me and Abi held back our laughter. Unfortunately my happiness and Abi who just got along did not last long. Just as Mommy was serving tea and we were sipping together, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in front of the house.

"Assynnya!" hail Mas Zaky.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Abi and Mommy. I can only answer in my heart. Swallowing the tea I was sipping just felt hard.

"Who is it, My?" ask Abi.

Oh my God, failed little bomb explakkin eh missile came alone to the house. Please Baby God ....

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