Trapped With The Jelita
Part 1

One unit of the matic motorbike was driving casually on the streets, still completely relaxed and calm until finally one car that drove indistinctly preceded and cut its way.

Brak!

The motor driven by a woman was lying helpless on the side of the road, in a short time the emotions of a woman named Ralensi Jelita filled her head.

Thuruuuuunnn!!"

The loud sound as well as the cry is very deafening.

"Ah, it is worth it soon the time of the demons haunting," muttered Ipul as he looked at his watch which was already at number 6 less, and, almost the Maghrib considers that the woman who is now yelling at him is a type of ghost.

"Get out woi!" getting impatient when he saw the man in the car just lowered the glass a little and looked at him sadistically.

What the fuck! he who is wrong even looks more fierce and annoying. basic Saipul Gunawan!

Geck! poke!

"Exit or I call mass?!" threaten the impatient woman.

"Ck!" The pulse was clucking fast but his hand immediately turned off the car engine.

It is better to go out immediately than to face a crowd that prefers to play a joke, maybe his face is more battered than what he has done to his brother.

Oh is this a warning of the karma that will soon come to him for beating his own cousin?

Brak!

Ipul slammed the door of his car very hard, channeling his frustration at the inanimate object.

"What's up?!" asked ketus.

Oh my God what kind of crazy question is being asked by the man who hit the woman with Ralen's call? did his eyes not see a motorbike sleeping next to his car?.

Ralen's eyes widened in such a way with irresponsible questions from the man who owned the car that Ralen did not know the price range, huh! of course because he is not a showroom owner let alone a collector of such expensive items.

"Seriously you ask what's wrong?" Ralen shook his head in amazement at the attitude that Ipul showed.

Just imagine the man folded his arms while leaning against the metal black car door.

"Minimum sorry keep waking up my motorbike that again fell asleep!" ralen shouted powerless to resist the shrill voice of his voice.

"Why should I apologize? besides the motor Lo sleepy time so asleep," said Ipul glanced at the motor that was right next to his car lying on the sidewalk almost into the got.

"God!" ralen snapped with the statement of the man in front of him, "don't pretend to bego! or I'm really going to call the masses! no responsibility," Ralen did not press Ipul who showed bad faith.

Ipul looked at his watch and sighed, "how much should I pay?" it was as calm as when he got out of the car.

Ralen was clenching his arms with the behavior of the rich man in front of him right now.

"How much? I can't handle a lot of business with a macem elo thug chick" said Ipul, who was cynical as his eyes scanned the appearance of the woman in front of him wearing jeans and a t-shirt covered by an oversized jacket, the tomboy look added with his mouth very shrill high.

"The rich man is doubtful!"

Ipul's eyes grew perfectly with the words of this thug-like woman.

"That's why I'm dealing with a girl is not clear like elo," Ipul will already open the door of his car.

"You want to run away, huh?" Ralen held the car door with his left foot.

Ipul turned his eyes puffed and began to be impatient when he had to face a large-mouthed woman whose carrying exceeded Zara and Mama, oh really Ipul dizzy to massage the base of his nose accompanied by ******* the rough breath.

Without talking, Ipul set up a motorbike owned by a woman with a flat mouth, lowered his standards and then looked at the woman, "the motorbike I've built," hesis Ipul, "satisfied?" connect the cynical Ipul.

"My motor is scuffed!" said Ralen found the side of the motor is no longer smooth as usual.

"Well, the ends of the money too, the selling snobs are expensive!" cibir Ipul recalled that he had asked how much he had to compensate.

Ipul took out his wallet and luckily he brought cash and took it out.

"All right now, change your torn Lo pants!" satirical Ipul glanced at Ralen's torn pants on the part of his neck.

"It's a model, you tacky!" ralen exclamation did not accept then took some money sheet that he estimated enough to polish his motorbike and returned the rest to the hands of Ipul, "gue do not need Lo money!" jerking the money in the hands of the sweet black man who though handsome but very annoying and spicy-mouthed.

Ipul laughed cynically and then just saw when the woman in a torn pants was riding the motorbike and launched it with a fast.

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