Trapped With The Jelita
In-laws Darling Son-in-law

Mama Riska wakes up with a very fresh body after the massage.

Last night he slept so well due to a massage that disappeared all the aches he felt, sleeping until he forgot the time from 8 pm until just before dawn he woke up to pray.

Yesterday he continued to praise the masseuse brought by the son-in-law, even now he is busy with the kitchen affairs his mouth continues to talk about his body that is much more light and relaxed.

"Later Mama will massage again ah," she told the daughter-in-law who was making pregnant milk for her.

Pregnant milk which she really does not like but must still be consumed for the growth and health of the fetus in her stomach.

"Indeed, you've never had a massage?" ralen asked to stop the movement of his hand that was stirring hot milk in a glass.

"Often but not a traditional massage, even though it has been a long time looking for a traditional masseuse but never dapet, Mama, none of Mama's acquaintances knew the traditional masseuse of the kayak that was Ms. Sarma," I the in-laws told me about her who had been looking for massage services like last night but never found it felt very difficult and at that time she thought maybe there was no longer anyone who doing such work again.

"Yes it's rare Ma, it's the only one in Ralen's place, do not know if in other areas there is still what is equally rare," said Ralen washed the spoon he had used to stir the milk.

"Today, the traditional-traditional era is very rare" said the in-law.

The in-laws and the son-in-law were engaged in a conversation that could be said to be serious but also relaxed because of what they were talking about the progress of the times until both of them were not even aware of the arrival of Bi Sumi on the kitchen doorstep.

"Loh Bi Sumi when is it coming?" Mama Riska even surprised herself with the arrival of a woman who had helped her at home for a long time.

"Lumayan lama Bu, only the mother and wife Aden again coolly chat," said the woman who was very familiar with the owner of the house where she worked so far.

When the middle-aged woman came, she kept paying attention to the interaction between the in-laws and the daughter-in-law and she was able to conclude that the two were affectionate with each other, indeed he could see the faces of the two women looking cheerful with sparkling eyes while talking making him happy for what he saw.

God is indeed very fair, when he takes someone to return to him but God has also prepared a successor that can treat the loss that whack.

"Yes? why don't we just realize Len?" Mama Riska looks at her daughter-in-law.

"Well, tell the masseur" said Ralen with a big smile while holding a glass of milk ready for her to drink.

"It was the masseuse who turned my world around" the joking Mama Riska who had made Ralen and Bi Sumi laugh.

No one would have thought that the three men had no blood relation.

Only in-laws, daughters-in-law and women helped in the house but the three were able to chat like blood brothers, so close and familiar.

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"Where else?" Ralen who was ruffling her husband's wardrobe looks to be talking to her husband through a video call featuring a man's face that despite sweating but still looks handsome even macho impression is drawn so tangible.

"Again on the project," said Ipul without staring at the phone screen.

The man seemed to be busy watching his workers but still took the time to answer his wife's phone and talk to her, let the wife see his face because she might miss him very much right now.

"Where's the gray shirt?"

Sontak Ipul looked at the mobile phone screen, looking at the face of the wife who was not looking at him.

"You call me because I miss or you just want to ask for clothes?" Ipul asked with a frown on his face.

"Take a shirt, I want to go with Mama about it."

The mouth of the pulse is open.

His guess was wrong, he thought his wife was longing but actually just wanted to ask about his clothes which were recently often worn by the pregnant woman.

Yesterday his wife did not want him to go and even whined to come, but after he left instead busy asking for clothes even lightly answered.

"Kelamaan, Mas must reply a few hours later mengedian directly I call will be directly answered." Ralen answered innocently while his hands were still looking around for the shirt he was referring to.

Her husband's favorite shirt that she often wears, even the shirt that was worn by her husband when they met for the first time was certainly the most memorable shirt for her, maybe.

"Where's Mas's Cheers? simple where?" Ralen began to get impatient because he could not find what he was looking for.

Ipul was silent for a moment with one hand that scratched the end of his eyebrows look hesitant to answer the question from the wife.

"Mas iih." Ralen sulks impatiently.

"I bring baby," said Ipul hesitated.

Yesterday even after his wife prepared the clothes that he brought she had all the equipment and was ready to be put in a suitcase but she felt her clothes were still lacking until finally returning to pick up some shirts from in the closet included a shirt that his wife was now asking about.

Looks like he has to prepare to get a scolding from his wife, or worse maybe his wife will lash at him.

Just look now what Ralen's face has been like hearing his confession, the face that was still there was a smile now changed very drastically.

"Dear." Ipul called out to the woman who looked at him with a sharp gaze but still looked adorable.

"And there's still another gray why does that ash keep going anyway?" asked Ipul a little surprised, he seemed to not understand why his wife really liked the dark ash color shirt that he brought because as he remembered the ash color shirt there were still a few more, but why should he bring what he's looking for.

Then why also he brought a shirt that he already knew often used by his wife, Ipul even confused himself, he was wrong too, he was wrong too, though any clothes he brought had been prepared by his wife but why should he add it again.

I'm lashing!" Ralen exclaimed and then immediately turned off the phone.

"She can still say, '" said Ipul, shaking his head, not understanding but he was aware of what kind of woman he was married to.

Jelita's ralensi with all his magical nature and behavior but success makes him lose the favorite car that he had long wanted, he said, but after painstakingly having it in fact he had to let the car fall into the hands of his cousin.

A love story that brings happiness but also brings harm to her.

Knowing his wife was lashing out Ipul calmly kept the phone in his pocket when a worker came over.

Persuasion business will be done later, the most important thing now is the work he is handling.

A man who turned out to be the head of the field came with a fairly thick report file and began to discuss with the leader.

"Of." Ipul shouted to his assistant who was standing with two men.

The assistant immediately ended the conversation and walked quickly to his boss.

The three of them seemed to be talking, very focused on what they were talking about in the midst of the increasingly blistering weather.

"We'll talk in the office." The pulse that began not to stand the blinding sun was also invited to go to a building that was already prepared for a temporary office so as not to need to go back and forth to the office building in the center town.

The three walked towards the office then got into it and started to have serious talks again.

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