Trapped With The Jelita
Mama Kepo's..

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Homeowners eagerly answer greetings from the greeters who they already know who comes in when the night looks bright, unlike the usual days that will rain to leave wet grass the next morning is no longer just because of dew.

Ipul drags in his suitcases, two of which are quite large while the other one is medium size.

"Finally, Mama's son returned to his arms" said Riska Haru.

"Lebay," Irman sneered at his wife's behavior.

Since yesterday his wife was like this always talking about their only child who will fill their house again, accompany with all the behavior of the child who sometimes will be very annoying if it has acted unclear.

Like today, just look at her child staring at her as they sit together to talk about what they've been through lately.

"Ngapain the hell Pul see Papa continues," protested Irman felt uncomfortable with the gaze of the child who he knew was storing something and I don't know what Irman yet.

The pulse shook with a slow tempo but then changed the tempo to fast.

"Oh yes, at that time it was Ipul cariin Papa," said Riska as if to remember when going back to England his son had asked his Papa.

"When?" ask the husband.

"That's the time Papa was out of town," obviously the woman wore her pride costume while at home.

"Is she?" the forehead of the Papa pucker looked at his son who scratched his nape.

"Ah you are so there must be a desire," added Irman knew there was a hidden purpose that his son wanted to convey to him.

The iPul displays his wide grin making the only woman in the family confused, seeing them take turns.

"What the hell are you?" tanyanya wants to know.

"Mama Kepo!" chirps Ipul.

"We're talking in Dad's office" Irman said to his nodding son.

"Wasn't my mom invited?" fretting about Mama.

Really Riska was worried about the behavior of the two men, what do they want to talk about? why isn't he involved?

"The male, the female sleeping," said Irman rising from his seat.

Riska pursed her lips as Ipul played both of her eyebrows to rub against her.

"Know that Dad has not opened a job Pul, why indeed? any of your friends need work?" investigate the father when now they are facing in the room where busy themselves if bringing some office work home.

"What about you, yeah.." The impulse even scratched his head.

Though he had only arrived a few hours ago but now he had even thought about a fierce woman who although annoying but still he did not have the heart when he found out that the woman was willing to find a job for changed money.

Ah come on Pul, Ralen is looking for work to meet the needs of his family that is very important for the woman is not just in order to replace your money!

He said one month to replace your money is yes because you are annoying and do not want to be demanded by you.

"Not friends nor people who know Ipul even his name is not clear, Jeli.." Ipul tried to remember some of the names he had read from a wet diploma.

"Not even his name friends do not know, so why do you bother asking for work for him?" said the man in glasses.

"Create an apology for Pa because Ipul never hit the motor," I'm Ipul.

"God! you're grazing people? by when? how can you tell Papa and Mama?!"

Surprise was echoed in the room with the dim lighting.

"A few months ago when I was about to return to England."

"Wooh! it's been a while" said Irman.

"Yes old," said Ipul.

"Papa asked Damar a moment ago" said the Papa grabbed a flat object on the table.

Ipul notices when his father talks to a man he knows is a loyal assistant to a man he respects and cares for.

The man who has been the best teacher in his life so that he can be a responsible man, even though he was once an irresponsible male figure for hurting women who had placed their hopes on him.

"Where's Pa?" tanya Ipul is impatient when his father just ended the conversation with his assistant.

"Damar's not there yet."

For a moment, Ipul heaved a heavy sigh.

Why is he disappointed? even though Ralen's business looking for a job is not his business.

But not knowing why something seemed to enter his heart, there was a sense that was difficult to describe.

"But if for the janitor it might be possible to do Pul, well for one floor which will be where your room is," continued the Papa.

"A janitor?" Ipul seemed to think, weighing first before finally nodding.

"The janitor also seems to be fine," he said later.

"When will your friend come to apply for a job?"

"It's not Ipul Pa's friend," Ipul reminded.

"But it seems like what you're doing is already proving that you're quite familiar with that person," the seductive man in casual clothes.

Ipul scratching his neck misbehavior, the man in front of him will be furious if he knows his behavior is pranking people's children.

Irman nodded not prolonging what his son did not want to admit.

"Papa's Tesok will ask Damar to announce the company is in need of cleaning personnel" Irman said.

"Ah there's another one that Ipul wants to ask Pa."

"You've just come a lot of requests ckckckck." Irman clucking.

"What?" continued later.

"Later please send the cv that has entered Papa's office."

"For?" Irman doesn't understand.

"Ipul wants to see the picture, because Ipul forgot the face of the person who had been dragged by Ipul," he admitted.

Well it certainly has to be that way, because he does not know the name of the fierce woman he is dealing with, if he does not see his face directly how can he know that the woman who applied in his Papa company.

It could even be wrong to accept people.

"Yes, yes yes, it can be done by Damar," said the Papa.

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