Trapped With The Jelita
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Daytime on Saturday..

"You come home with Motor Brother?" mama asked as soon as she saw Ipul coming down the stairs with his mouth yawning, it seemed like his son had just woken up from his deep sleep after pranking the children, even to wake up during the day when the sun is already very hot.

Earlier this morning her husband who was going out of town found Davi's motor sport parked next to her husband's car.

Ipul nodded weakly like his life had not fully returned after wandering in dreamland.

"Night Ipul has said the same to Brother tomorrow afternoon his new motorbike is Ipul balikin," said Ipul as he headed to the refrigerator to pick up a bottle of mineral water.

"Don't drink Pul's ice water" forbid the mother.

"It's customary for Ma, in the UK, also if I drink ice water when I wake up," replied Ipul open the bottle cap that the water looks very cold, "this part is also noon," he continued.

"In England drink cold water?" disbelief immediately enveloped Riska's heart whose hands immediately stopped her movement while stirring the cake batter she wanted to make.

"Yes, don't look back on what summer is cold, just keep it going." he answered and then closed the bottle, the water he had moved into his stomach, through the throat that had been so dry since waking up.

"You can get sick if you continue to care so for your body," the mother scolded what she just knew about the child who drank ice water every day, not if too often even at all times will cause health problems, well although not sure but Riska still does not like the habits of the child.

"Where is Ma?" ask Ipul because from down earlier he has not seen the Papa who will usually be at home if the weekend.

"Out of town." Riska answered briefly while staying focused on her activities of putting ingredients in the cake and mixing them one by one.

"Well? have a young wife?" impudently Ipul asked while showing an innocent grin.

Yoke!

The mother tapped her son's head with a basin containing eggshells that had been mixed evenly in the brown cake batter, it looks like the woman is making the child's favorite chocolate sponge.

"Now if you say, what makes Mama go berserk every day?!" the woman's jolt with her eyes that glared eerily gave a warning.

Of course, a wife will not accept if her husband marries again, which woman is willing to share her heart even though her guarantee is heaven but still a Riska will not be able and be cheated is not her dream, he'll never be ready and that's normal, right?

"Torture against the child" chirped Ipul stroking his head that had been targeted by the ruler of the house.

"Your mouth is the one that tortures yourself, you child, you don't know how to repay," said Riska, pursing her lips like a child.

"Awan is just kidding my dear Mama, my most beautiful mother in the world and the realm of the ghoib," said Ipul moved to embrace the body of the Mama.

"You better get married soon, so that your silliness disappears and is replaced with responsibility, wonder why your life seems carefree, ckckck."

"Hohoho to the one Cloud surrendered," Ipul released his hand from the body of the Mama while moving away raising his hands as if he were a soldier caught by the enemy.

"Groans, your name is Ipul!" Riska is not happy every time Ipul calls himself Awan, is not the nickname he gave since childhood is quite good, then why his son is even replacing it with another, not the name he gave since childhood, hanging out with Caucasians does make the child a lot of behavior!

"Ah Mama is not slang," continued Ipul make the eyeballs of the Mama spinning.

"Master."

Riska called her son out of the kitchen.

"Why is my beloved mother second to none?" Pulul can always make the Mama smile and annoyed with his behavior that sometimes more fierce than the father.

"Mama's request is still the same, stay here no need to go back to the country of people, replace your Papa, look because the company makes your Papa lost his rest time, he said, Mama was also lonely when your father left town and you went back to England Mama was alone at home" Riska said trying to persuade her son again after so many failed attempts.

"There is Bi Sumi Ma" said Ipul, stepping foot and choosing to go back to the Mama who looks restless.

"Bu Sumi wasn't staying overnight Pul, she came home when the job was done."

Riska's face looks brooding at the thought of her old days being lonely.

"If you still want to be in England, you are married and your wife lives here with Mama," then Riska even asked for more ridiculous things according to Ipul.

Married and his wife did not go with him instead asked to accompany his mother, so why was he married? basic thing! after all, who would marry if she did not have a boyfriend, well even though some time yesterday she was approaching her co-workers in England but it is not possible to immediately invite her to marriage, so it is not yet.

"If you get married, Ipul has said to Mama in the near future or maybe until the next two years there are no plans to get married" explained Ipul replied with a confident face.

"May Ipul think about it?"

"May, as long as your answer matches what you want," Riska replied looking at the child.

"Then for what Ipul asked for time to think," said Ipul with the corner of his lips twitching while he found a triumphant smile from the mother.

"Yes, so do not have to use all thought events" replied the mother.

Okay and. final! obviously, Ipul can no longer reason anything to argue that what he needs now is to start reassembling every plan that has been neatly arranged, about his desire to have a company in England that he built from his hard work, then about him who wants to buy one of the wineries that Zara used to love as well as other plans.

About the vineyard, not her who still can not move on to want to buy a place that used to be Zara's hiding place from her husband, he said, but the place is indeed very pleasant to be made a place of escape when it is very tired with all the affairs of the world that is not ceasing.

Move on! he had really moved on when he saw how much Zara and Davi really loved each other, both of them each have an equally great love proven by how hard the test of love they have to pass.

By night Ipul had been wearing a jacket and carrying a motor key down the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

Just stepped on the lowest stairs but Ipul already got a question from the mother.

"You take the lost Ipul wallet first" said Ipul while taking his shoes on a storage rack near the door.

"Wallets?"

Pulse because it is busy wearing branded shoes with white color.

"Duh, it's been said Mama just said that the rest in it there is only money," said Mama.

From the beginning, Riska did not take a headache when her son said that his wallet was left on the motorbike that drove his son to the airport, well think of it as a reward and Ipul also actually does not care about the wallet as well as the contents of it, but why now his son said he would take his wallet.

"Well but it's exciting Ma, just think of the entertainment for the new Ipul home, after all in England Ipul friends are too serious."

"Well?" Riska does not even understand the word "consider entertainment" what entertainment? the boy spoke not clearly at all.

Riska is more confused when Ipul even grinned without wanting to give an explanation.

"So why the hell? from earlier Ar watch the pacing," asked Ardan when he had seen the behavior of the brother in the room.

Walking here and there Ralen has been doing since the woman came home last night with a slightly wet jacket and pants.

Strange indeed a person who works as an online ojek must have a raincoat to protect it from rain that sometimes comes suddenly even though it has actually been reported through the weather changes only sometimes the human being is not sensitive, but the, actually, the raincoat is in the trunk of the motorbike but somehow Ralen's brain is a little erratic because of thinking about debt until he forgets it.

"Don't ask me ah, Brother even more dizzy," said Ralen with his hand that had been holding a black object.

Today Ralen is busy worrying about himself because the money in the wallet he uses, according to Ralen free he goes around looking for passengers because he knows lately orders for him are very rarely entered, he said, maybe because he had canceled the incoming order, to the effect of this.

"Sister is not clear, in a good question even that's the answer," Ardan's nagging choose to stay away from the room of the Brother rather than having to get a scolding from the mouth of his brother's carousel.

"Iishi!" Ralen delicates right when the curtains of his room are fluttered by the Brother.

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