Trapped With The Jelita
He's Much Better

Ralen held back the tears that wanted to seep out from his eyes.

"Don't cry Ralen, Lo is no longer an ABG who will cry on the streets!" ralen reminded himself.

In the past when he wanted to cry because he was so tired of looking for money to think about the needs of his family, Ralen will bring the bike with a fast and cry because at that time no one will realize that he was crying especially if done at night and in the rain crying with satisfaction and after that he will become very relieved.

The motor still continues to run even though it is slow because Ralen himself does not know where to go because of which he obviously will not go to campus or go home to his parents-in-law let alone go home to his parents.

Really going back to his parents contract was not even in his mind at all considering the events after events that he had to experience and when he met yesterday his heart still left a deep pain.

The woman tries to stand up to the trials that come in a long way in her life, knowing her husband who turned out to meet her ex-fiance is very painful not to mention now her mind also began to think of strange things about her husband and a woman named Hanna.

"It looks like they spent some time together, maybe reminiscing about all the memories."

Ralen smiled so bitterly that he could not feel his tears spilling, it was not tears of sadness but tears that laughed at how unfortunate his fate was right now.

The woman stopped the speed of her motor when she felt the object inside her pants pocket vibrate while making a sound.

His hands stretched out to reach the burning object and his thin lips curved up showing a smile that looks very stiff while a pair of neutrals staring at the name of the caller on the screen of his cellphone.

"She just remembered me?" impregnate.

After a night of not contacting and now suddenly calling.

"Mama must have asked for it" Ralen said this time his voice was clear.

She pulled the bike over, of course she would answer the phone from her husband, wanting to know what the man was willing to say.

"Hurry home now!"

Only Ralen shifted the screen of her husband's voice was heard heavy and the tone of anger that was held, even Ralen was not given the opportunity to say hello.

"I'm going for a walk" replied Ralen trying to calm down.

"Go home now!" back said the same thing and this time with a tone that rose an octave.

"If I wanted to go home I'd go home, but not now."

Of course, the angry Ralen would not listen to what her husband asked, she was very disappointed so let him calm himself.

"Jelita's Prevalence!!!"

This time Ralen was completely jolted, the motor he was sitting on almost fell down because his trembling legs heard a voice from the man who was shouting very loudly, saying, if his feet do not move quickly, of course, at this time he has been knocked over by the motor.

Her husband shouted with his baritone voice, maybe all the leaves would fall if he heard how tight the voice of the man who was now clenching his hands with his neck veins that were forced to appear due to having to make a loud sound.

"I ask you to go home Jelita, Mama is worried about you." Ipul's voice is back low but still there is firmness.

"So because of Mama? not because you want to call me to apologize or persuade like you usually do?" Ralen smiled slashily, his lips already shaking withstanding the crying to keep from coming out.

"Don't be like Jelita's child, I'm busy not being able to persuade you at all times to understand."

"You're busy with your ex-fiancee Mas" said Ralen already unconcerned with her heart that had to cry.

She's going to talk about that woman named Hanna right now, she doesn't care if her husband gets angry.

"What are you talking about? what ex-fiancee?" Ipul either does not understand or he who is stupid even ask the woman who is jealous.

Ralen let out a laugh, the sound of laughter wrapped in sadness, "Hanna isn't her name? you're busy with him talking at length reminiscing about your past, maybe?"

"Mama.."

"Mama didn't say anything about your ex-fiance, I overheard Mama calling you." Ralen loudly interrupted as her husband wanted to talk, desperately holding the tightness inside his chest.

Which woman would not be angry knowing her husband met her ex-fiancee even to the point of forgetting her.

Although she does not accept heartache and disappointment, she who is pregnant should get more attention from people she loves.

But what did he get? his mother treated him like a stepson, then her husband? whether intentionally or not her husband disappoints her.

"Hanna is so pretty, right? I feel so much prettier than me, I wouldn't be comparable to him that even my husband would forget me, maybe the temptation was amazing."

"Shut your mouth!" snapped Ipul did not like everything Ralen said.

Ralen laughed loudly to cover the sadness she felt, just look at her husband even asked her to shut up.

"Why? isn't he flirting with my husband?"

"Hanna isn't as bad as you say, she's even better than you!" jolt the angry Ipul until he can no longer control the words he uttered.

"Oh." Ralen's mouth was round with tears that melted from every corner of her eye.

After that there was no more sentence that he took out only his hands that squeezed his chest that felt increasingly tight.

"Dirtysubmit.." Ipul seems to have just realized the mistake he made, "i didn't mean it.."

"What you say is true, Mas, I'm not good to remember even before marriage I've slept with you, I'm a cheap woman right?!" Ralen let out his laughter again.

The laughter was made up just to cover up how much more hurt his heart was than before.

"Because a good woman will never sleep with any man before marriage."

Ralen continued to speak ignoring the soft voice of her husband who felt guilty for having spoken cruel words to her.

"I'm sorry Jelita, I never thought you were, I was wrong." Ipul admits his guilt even though he knows Ralen will not just accept his apology.

She knew how painful what she had said was, it was heartache whereas she was the one who was sleeping with drunk Ralen.

Everything that happened was wrong with her, not the woman who is now pregnant with her child.

Ralen did not want to hear anything more, he turned off his cellphone and cried for a while on a motorbike on the side of the road that many vehicles passed.

No matter to the people who were paying attention to it, making it a free spectacle material.

All he cares about is how to vent all the sadness that comes in a row in his life, as if not allowing him to breathe and prepare to face it.

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