The Playboy Love Trap
New ART

"Hallo, assalamulaikum, Mom!" greet Naya by phone.

After telling Ati about the fateful incident that happened to him. Naya also got a mobile phone loan to be able to contact the mother in the village.

"Sorry, Mom! Naya didn't mean to worry me. So, that's Nay's hape tea, missed on the bus. This is Naya pinjem hape people, ma'am." she obviously had to lie. Of course, not without reason. She didn't want to make her mother worry more.

"Oh my goodness, she was teuing (so loving) the geulisnya Mother. Do I keep on doing it (how to do it)? Have you seen Sena's house?" ask the mother from the phone.

"Hem not yet, Mom. Nay just chased the bus first, who knows to chase. Uh, apparently not," replied Naya smiled wryly, feeling guilty for lying to her mother.

"Yes, it's gini atuh. I'll send Sena's number, you'll call her. Kumaha (how)?" advice from mother.

"Well, it's better, ma'am." Naya's final.

"Yes or I'm closed first, yeah! I sent her number first. And inget, you tea must take care of health. If there's anything call Mom, her!" pamit the mother.

"Yes, Mom. Mom, too, take care of your health. Don't call this number anymore. Later, Nay just call Mom!"

After saying goodbye to each other, the call ended. The sad face of that beautiful girl. "Why lie anyway? Poor your mother" asked Ati.

"What the hell, Ma'am. I was forced tea. If not, I'd be more worried!" obviously Naya.

"Yes, too!" Mbak Ati nodded in understanding with Naya's intention.

"Nay, can you help, Auntie?" tanya bi Tarsih's.

"Yes, Bi." reply Naya. "Sir, I'll help the aunt first, yes. I'll send you a number, mbak save!" his farewell to Mbak Ati.

"Sipp," Ma'am Ati gave a thumbs-up that was replied thanks by Naya.

The girl passed from the backyard to the kitchen to help bi Tarsih. The day was getting late and the middle-aged woman was in the middle of the hassles of preparing dinner for their master.

"Oh yes, Bi. Mother same father owner of this house good tea no, huh? I'm afraid they won't accept my existence" asked Naya, peeling an onion.

"Mother is good, Nay. It's just that I'm a bit judes. More precisely he did not say much. So, you should not be surprised when you see him," explained bi Tarsih and is considered to understand by Naya.

"Bi!" Suddenly the call of someone made the two women of different generations jump. The person they were talking about was already in front of them.

"Yes, Mom. Mom, are you home?" Soon bi Tarsih left his job and greeted the hostess there.

Naya who was confused, just followed bi Tarsih and stood beside him. Suddenly it made the madam curious about the girl. "Who is this?" tanyakanya.

"Oh yes, Mom. This is Naya, the new ART that was brought by Key earlier, Mom." explained bi Tarsih.

"ART?" ask Sena, the hostess. Naya did not chimed in, she was confused what to answer. He just bowed down to feel afraid of the fashionable-looking woman.

"Mama!" key calls, distract them. The handsome man approached the three women in the kitchen.

"You, who brought him?" sena asked to make sure, pointing at Naya with her chin.

"Yes, Ma!" reply Key a little doubt. I can see the eyes of my mother investigating. He knew what his beloved woman thought.

"You don't mess around, Key!" persemat Sena squinted her eyes.

"What the hell, Ma? Play around trying?" sergeant Key, as usual as possible.

Sena just clucked trying to believe her son's words. Until he remembered something of his purpose and purpose to the kitchen. "Oh yes, Bi. Is there a girl looking for me? He's from the village" he asked.

Bi Tarsih was silent for a moment, recalling. "It doesn't exist, Mom."

"Me?" tanya Key pointed to herself.

"There's another one called Key?" sindir Sena's. "Udah hunted! Mama get ready first, for a second." take Sena and pass away leaving them.

Finally Naya was able to breathe a sigh of relief after the departure of the very beautiful woman he thought. In fact, he didn't even realize what Key's mother was talking about just now.

"Here, I want to talk to you!" get Key to pull Naya's hand away from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" naya asked, when they got to the girl's room.

Key thrust a paper bag at the girl. "Make you!"

Naya stared in disbelief at the man's gift. However, no doubt he received and peeked at it. "Make me?" tanyanya.

"Lu thought to myself, here who's trying who doesn't have a shirt?" ketus Key's.

"Eleh-eleh, you want to give tea or something else!" Soon Naya hugged the paper bag while smiling sweetly. "Don't snack that way! Teu kasep jadina (Not handsome will be)." he continued.

Just contact Nayya's last sentence did not understand the man. Until he knitted his eyebrows confused. "What did you say, I don't understand?" tanyakanya.

"Ah that ..." Naya was silent for a moment, there was no way she could tell the truth. "I mean tea, natur nohun thanks for giving this A boss," he explained alibi.

"No, no, didn't you say that? What was it, sep, like what?" It was obvious that Key was confused by the girl's regional language.

Naya folded her lips, trying not to laugh. "Ah no, it's not a thing, '" elak Naya.

Key was about to comment again, but the mother's shrill voice called out to him, making the man undo his intentions.

Key took a deep breath, "I'm gone. Don't make trouble!" his message was accompanied by the same warning as before. Naya simply nodded with her sweet smile.

Key immediately passed with a slight strange feeling. 'Gue why?' inner asked. Seeing the girl's smile somehow felt a tremor in her chest.

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"Eh, this is the number," Ati read the incoming chat that turned out from the number Naya had contacted just now.

The woman frowned in wonder. "That's boss Mama, right?" tanyanya confusion.

Soon he went to the kitchen to find the girl. It looks like Naya has just re-joined bi Tarsih.

"Nay, Naya! take a look at this!" ati was so excited to approach the girl.

"What's up, Ma'am?" ask Naya confused.

"Now look!" Ati showed me the number he just saved.

Naya frowned, looking at the name listed on the number. "Boss Mama? Who's atuh?" tanyakanya.

"Ishh, you're tuh. This is the number your mother sent. And it turns out this is the same as the name I was in contact with. And this is the number of Boss Mama, which means the number of the hostess," explained Ati at length.

Prankk!!!

"W-what? So-so, Miss Sena?"

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