Trapped With The Jelita
I'm Not Lustful!

The impulse had started to fidget with all the grumbling coming out of his mouth.

Just imagine he had almost an hour waiting at the stop but the woman he was waiting for never showed his nose, when he called did not answer even though the number was active, he did not answer, the message he sent had not changed was still faithful to his gray tick.

"Well, you're messing with girls like me!" sulkan Ipul was upset, he whose intention wanted to prank but it seemed he was the one who had to feel bullied by a woman he did not know.

The pulse that began to lose patience was preparing to leave just when there was one motorbike whose owner had successfully drained his emotions stopped right next to the motorbike that would be riding.

The gaze of Ipul's eyes was as sharp as a razor that was glaring and no doubt sharpness, found the woman he was waiting for calmly removed the helmet and came down from the motor matic belonging to the woman.

"Gue thinks Lo's running away!" the Ipul Syndicate that Ralen ignored.

The woman sauntered leisurely towards the bench stop which seemed to have been hot because Ipul sat for quite a long time.

"No guilt at all makes people wait."

Ipul who is upset is more upset when he feels ignored, he is talking then the woman is even like a deaf man who does not hear every word that is thicker with anger.

"Kan Lo also did not tell you what time it was," said Ralen chimed in on the man who had attacked him with babble.

Ipul was silent for a moment slightly justifying Ralen's statement because indeed he did not tell what time they had to meet at the stop.

But a moment later Ipul again said throwing a statement to justify himself, of course as a man his selfish sense will be very dominant and he also upholds he will always be right even though wrong, though, there is nothing on his dictionary that women are winners in all debates.

"Lo will have a mobile phone and of course your ears are not budek to be able to hear the ringing sound that even I feel more than ten times," said Ipul because as he remembered earlier he continued to contact the annoying woman because he never came.

It seems that this Ipul has been hanging out with outsiders for too long until his emotions are easily ignited even for a matter that is actually trivial, the woman he is waiting for has come, right? it would be better if he just focus the same what he wants, ah This Ipul is indeed sometimes his random soul always dominates.

"Gue again on the road so it is not horrified," said Ralen reasoned that he did not want to answer the phone from a man who behaved like a loan shark.

It is very strange obviously from his appearance Ralen already knew that this noisy man was the son of a rich man, but why his behavior was like a leech.

"Allah aja Lo!" sulk Ipul grieves not to take it for granted for reasons that of course he will not easily believe.

From the beginning, this woman did not have good faith in him.

"As far as you are." Ralen rolled his eyes panted with the attitude of Ipul.

Jeez why the man is so difficult to care about, Ralen's mind about the man who until now he does not know what his name is.

Well he is also not interested to know who the man is, if not for being forced it feels better to stay away than to have to meet let alone to have business with a man who Ralen finally knows very, very annoying!

The pulse snorted and stuck out his palm while saying, "where?!" his expression was still as annoying as it was during their first meeting.

Ralen stared at the palm that was facing him, already knew the meaning but he was still hesitant to give it, to ignore the hand that was now moving impatiently.

"My wallet woi!" yang Ipul began to be impatient again.

"Can't give me a month, please."

Ralen even tried to negotiate because he still did not replace the money he had used, would not be increasingly problematic if the man found the money in his wallet reduced a lot.

Ipul frowned then for a moment then his eyes squinted suspiciously and full of question marks.

But the next second the man wearing a navy jacket again said firmly, "no show asking for all time, I will not love! get my wallet right now!" nyalak Ipul is so cruel even though the money is still quite a lot of money than the money in his wallet.

Anyway, Ipul is already very worthy of the nickname the king of drama!

"Please this time, I promise you tomorrow's Lo wallet I'm turning in," pinta Ralen is still trying to persuade with a face made as bright as possible even though the man in front of him will not want to care about his stupid face.

Ipul shook his head quickly then he who had begun to impatiently thrust on the woman who had been sitting.

"What are you doing!?" ralen asked to stand surprised at what Ipul wanted to do.

Without answering, Ipul immediately searched all the bags contained in the clothes that Ralen was wearing making the woman round her eyes wide because there was a man's hand that was guerrilla in his body, yes, even though there are clothes that become layers but still feel up to the skin.

"Lo wants to rape me, I scream!" threaten Ralen's.

"Gue is not lust!" ut Ipul did not want to stop until his hand pulled out a black object that he had asked from the bag of jeans in Ralen.

A sneering smile immediately adorned his face while showing the wallet that he managed to take in front of the face of the woman who sighed.

"Udah right? we have nothing to do with it" Ralen said, preparing to leave.

"It's good." Pulp pulled Ralen's wrist preventing him from leaving.

"Gue has business" Ralen said nervously.

Obviously his nervousness was seen by Ipul who was very difficult to believe in the words of the woman in front of him, more so since then the woman was looking for a way not to return her wallet.

"We first check the contents, still intact no," said Ipul while playing both eyebrows.

Already Ralen resigned, he will not be able to escape when his hands are held so tightly, accept fate if until Ipul knows that the money is reduced.

With his right hand Ipul opened the wallet while his left hand held Ralen's hand so that it could not escape, making sure the contents were still intact or not.

"More is less!"

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