Trapped With The Jelita
Jelita Hasn't Ma Been Home?

Right now Ralen is on the edge of a flyover staring at the traffic down there that is very busy.

It felt like he wanted to end his life feeling no longer strong to face the life that seemed to flip him.

Honestly, his heart would no longer be strong if he were asked to hold on but he was also not too dark-eyed to actually realize his wish to end life.

He realized there was a little baby now hanging life on him.

The little baby he could not see was trying to strengthen himself amid all the pressure that made him mess up.

Repeatedly Ralen brushed off the tears that always came out without him wanting to wet the bottom of his eyes with no self-knowledge making him again have to remove the shame because people who look confused at him.

Maybe in their eyes she is a sad woman who must be pitied and must also continue to be seen so as not to commit suicide by jumping from a flyover.

Ralen's grip on the iron barrier was getting stronger, gripping until his handbook turned white even slowly became very pale.

The woman completely turned off her phone so that no one could contact her and ask her to go home, because her heart was still too sore given what her husband had said.

"He's much better." Ralen continued to repeat what her husband said was the cause of her getting destroyed.

"Me and her were not equal, without being told I was self-conscious enough, you married me for what." her lips kept moving saying what she wanted to say.

Bodo period if now he is considered crazy, because in fact he is almost crazy.

The sky had turned dark but Ralen was still not moving, he seemed to not intend to leave the flyover that had voluntarily listened to every sentence he made.

The people on his left-right side were still faithfully nearby, as if they were on guard so that no terrible events would appear in the electronic news or newspapers.

Ralen screeched then laughed, laughing at himself which became very silly.

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"Jelita's gone home yet Ma?" the voice of Ipul sounded frustrated when asking the wife to the mother.

This is the umpteenth time Ipul called the Mama asking whether his wife had come home or not, but he still got the same answer.

"Ralen hasn't returned to Pul yet, how is this? it's too bad," her mother's voice sounded very anxious.

How not to worry when his daughter-in-law who from the morning left has not returned already so gone by riding a motorbike then the phone is completely unreachable, the more afraid he is.

Ipul breathed a heavy sigh standing with one hand on his waist and the other hand is now moving to massage the base of his nose.

He had already made a fatal mistake this time and he was aware of it.

"Ipul will ask people to find Jelita if until tomorrow he has not come home too," said Ipul finally.

"Why wait for tomorrow?!" Mama Riska sounds disagree, she thinks it is not much better if immediately in search of fear of happening things they do not want, he said, even more so, Ipul had said that Ralen had known about Hanna before being told.

And now Mama Riska is very sure that Ralen is angry and jealous because her husband met the woman who became the husband's past.

"How come you don't care so much about your wife Pul?" Mama Riska asked not understand, confused by the way her son thought.

Another husband when his wife has not come home until night may panic and immediately try to find, but his son is really beyond reason, the logic also makes people flabbergasted with his mind path that sometimes annoying.

"It's not that Ipul doesn't care about Ma, Ipul cares that Jelita may indeed need time to be alone, so just let him calm down first if tomorrow he does not go home also Ipul will immediately tell people to find Jelita," said Ipul.

Really he cared so much, it would be ridiculous if he was said to not care about his own wife while he knew she was gone pregnant, it's just that his quarrel was last noon and Ralen's talk made him think that right now his wife was in need of calm, it took time to heal the heartache because his words were truly for the sake of god Ipul never wanted to deliberately compare his wife with other women, moreover it was his ex-lover.

"Why don't you go home now?! why still rely on someone else to find your wife Ipul! Mama didn't think the same as you, what's your brain?!" Mama Riska scolds the son.

"Ma.." the sound of the Ipul became heavier.

He was tired of having to keep arguing until he finally decided to finish the conversation with his mother.

"Ipul close yes Ma, Ipul want to call his campus minister Jelita," said Ipul who immediately turned off the phone.

Ending the conversation with the mother who even still wanted to talk, still wanted to scold her and curse her to satisfaction.

"Look at you Pul!" Mama Riska threatened and squeezed the phone in her hand.

"No sir, today I don't see Ralen on campus as if he didn't go to college."

"If you see my wife call me immediately" said Ipul immediately turned off the phone.

Ipul dropped his body on the sofa of the hotel room, taking a very heavy breath as if he was squeezed by two large stones on his chest.

His wife's number was completely unreachable after repeatedly trying.

From the look of his face was clearly an immeasurable regret, if only he could control his emotions of course something like this would not happen.

All he had to understand was that his wife was jealous to the point of saying something vague about Hanna, his wife did not know Hanna and she never told him about any woman he had ever had in his heart.

He should have been quiet enough to listen to what his wife wanted to say, letting the woman let out a tear in his heart only after he apologized.

Isn't that much better? instead he had to turn back angry even to yell and say words that are not true.

To say that another woman is much better than his own wife is a mistake that is quite fatal and difficult to accept by any woman.

And now he will not be able to sleep quietly because it will certainly continue to be haunted by guilt towards the wife.

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