Trapped in Love Cute Boss
Part 12's

We walked to the room, which was upstairs. While passing through one of the rooms, I heard a groan. I looked at Mr. Juna. "That's Bang Pras' room" he said.

"Why is he yelling?" my many.

He puts his shoulders. Then we arrived at Pak Juna's room, which was next to Pras's room. He opened the door, then brought me in.

"We're staying here" he said.

"How long?" my many.

"Tonight only. Tomorrow we go home" he replied.

I let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was only a day. Otherwise, how could I live on the same roof as the former?

"So how do I sleep in a dress like this?" my many.

He squinted his eyes, then smiled cunningly. Ow hell! My feelings are bad. "Then, let go!" abugn.

"Sir Juna!" I screamed, annoyed.

"Yes, yeah. Wait here, I'll lend you Tisha's shirt" he said. I nodded, then he went to Tisha's room.

While waiting for him, I sat on the side of the bed. I saw a picture frame, there was seen Mr. Juna, Tisha and Pras embracing each other with a big smile. It turned out that their brotherly relationship was this close. Just like me and Adam.

Suddenly this eye saw a small picture frame next to it. The photo of the woman I was after, looked so much like me. My hand took it. It's true that it's my picture. Why does Juna have this photo?

The sound of the door squeaking, I hurriedly kept the photo back. I saw Mr. Juna bring me a pair of sleeping pajamas, and give them to me.

"It must fit, your size is the same," he said.

I accepted it, then asked, "Where's the bathroom, sir?" 

"For what?" he asked back.

"Change your clothes, sir" I said.

"Think about!" her word.

"What Sir?" manywould be surprised.

"The bathroom was there" he pointed to the location of the bathroom, which turned out to be in the room. I went in and changed clothes.

I came out, then went to lie next to Mr. Juna who had fallen asleep wearing casual clothes. Even though I can't deny it, this heart keeps pounding. Afraid that something will happen.

I tried to touch her shoulder, test if she was asleep or just pretending to be asleep. Be safe! Juna sir did not react. I can sleep peacefully.

I closed my eyes too. Then muttered, "Good night, Boss."

I felt a soft touch on my cheek, then switched to pinching my nose until I had trouble breathing. I put the hand away and got up.

"Sir Juna, what if Nay dies?" my nag.

"You I woke up from earlier too, not waking up. Quick shower! We pray together," he said.

For some reason, this heart suddenly cold to hear his speech.

"Alas dumb again, let's run out of time. I wait here," he continued.

I nodded, then went to clean myself up. After finishing, I approached Mr. Juna who was waiting on the prayer mat. It turns out there is already available mukena, I also wear it. We also prayed, with Mr. Juna as the priest.

"Assalamu'alaikum warrohmatullah .." after saying the greeting, we prayed in each other's hearts.

After that, I kissed the back of his hands reverently. But he didn't kiss me back, romantic like I read the dinovel. He even folded his alphabet. Ah bummer!

I took off my face, and folded it. And keep it in the closet. When this body turns ...

'Cup'

I felt a warm touch on my forehead. So sweet! I who always got a sudden dawn attack, can only gawk. Even though there is no need to hide it, sir, I want to be happy. Uh!

Mr. Juna smiled, then left. Before closing the door he said, "I'm waiting downstairs,"

I replied with a smile and a small nod. Mr. Juna quietly washed away. I got ready with my dress last night. Then move on, intending to go down following Mr. Juna.

Just opening the door, I was struck by the figure of a person who had torn this heart apart. Pras, he stood on the doorstep while looking at me softly. He pulled my hand.

He didn't listen to me, he just kept pulling me to the corner of the room. I hit his hands rough. "Pras, what are you doing? If everyone saw how? I'm Mr. Juna's wife" my girlfriend.

"Why should you marry her? With Juna, my own sister," he asked softly.

"It's none of your business!" my firmness. I was about to leave, but Pras blocked my hand.

"Why did we meet in such circumstances? I've been looking for information about you for years, but I haven't found it. I met Lusi and asked him, he said he didn't know. But yesterday she was at your wedding. Why is fate playing tricks on me?" 

I'm quiet not shaking. "Please Nay, I'm sorry. I still love you so much" he said.

"Don't say that in front of me! I'm sick. Didn't you leave me and choose Tina? Oh yeah, where is he? You should've had a 6-year-old."

"Sorry, I shouldn't care" I said.

"Our marriage didn't last long, Nay, we're divorced. He deceived me, the child he conceived turned out to be the seed of someone else. He even framed me back then, by putting stimulant drugs into my drink. Until that mistake happens," he explained.

'Deg's'

O Allah, that was Tina for the sake of getting Pras. I really didn't expect. But, I can't be lulled into his talk. Remember Mr. Juna, Nay!

I smiled wryly. "But you enjoyed it, didn't you?" 

"It's not like that, Nay. I had to, because he kept threatening me to spread our perverted video" he explained.

"Already Pras, all that happens between us is massalu. Now I'm your sister-in-law. Forget me!" my firmness. Actually I was holding tightness in the chest, the events of a few years ago again disturbed my calm.

"But you're just being betrothed. Come back to me, Nay!" he kept begging, "I still love you, Nay. You're the same, right?"

"Enough Pras! I haven't loved you since the moment you betrayed me." The clear liquid just got away.

"Now what I love is Mr. Juna" I said.

"Lied!" the hardic. "You lied, Nay."

"No! I love Mr. Juna" I said, though this heart was not completely sure of this feeling.

"Nay .." he tried to grab my hand, but I was quick to shake it off.

"I have to go. My husband's waiting downstairs" I said. Then.stepping, walking past him who was frozen silent. I removed the clear liquid marks on this cheek. They can't see it. 

I don't care if Pras keeps calling my name. I kept going, until the last word I heard, "I'm not giving up Nay!"

I stopped my steps. Then he murmured, "Do it in your dreams! I'm not gonna let you destroy me a second time,"

Then I continued, down the stairs. I saw Mr. Juna sitting on the sofa with Papa, Mama and Tisha were laughing together.

He smiled as his eyes turned towards me. I returned his smile too. Then hurried to sit beside him.

"Women if and for a long time. But just like this," all right.

"June!" Mama glared her eyes.

I saw Pras go down the stairs, then just pass us by. "Pras, breakfast first!" yell Mama. But Pras did not turn his head in the least, he continued his steps. Until the sound of his car was heard away.

"From yesterday Pras' attitude was strange, Pa. What's up, huh?" Mom asked Papa.

Papa puts his shoulders. "Let it be Ma."

"Let's have breakfast!" bring him.

The breakfast atmosphere was silent, only the sound of clinking spoons clashing. We were immersed in each other's thoughts.

After finishing breakfast, Juna and I went home. They let go of us with hugs. Then we say hello.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Careful yeah!" they wave their hands. Then we got in the car.

My gaze was straight with no expression, the shadow with Pras was really disturbing this thought. Until unconscious, when Mr. Juna put a seat belt on me.

Mr. Juna drove his car fast Silence was created along the way. No one wants to start a conversation.