Trapped With The Jelita
All Not Want..

Ralen was crushed with a cry that further messed up his mood that would never return to good.

She never imagined getting married and getting pregnant but then her son had to leave before he could see the world.

Which woman is not sad?

Obviously she became the first person who would be sad and down on the miscarriage she had, rest assured there was nothing more sad than the sadness she felt.

Repeatedly Mama Riska tried to calm down but repeatedly also Ralen even more hysterical, crying until her voice became hoarse even if she was still crying her voice would disappear.

"Ralen never wanted to miscarry Ma, Ralen also loved Ralen's child but why he instead accused Ralen of deliberately aborting her," Ralen said in a faint and almost inaudible voice.

The woman did not accept even mentioning her husband with 'he'

"Mama knows it's Len" said Mama Riska, who continued to hug her son-in-law who was very badly hit.

Truly losing a child will greatly shake a mother especially still have to be added to the accusations of her own husband.

"Didn't everybody want Ralen?" ralen asked in the middle of his sobs.

Mama Riska shook her head quickly, refuting what her son-in-law had asked.

"Don't say it like that Ralen," Mama Riska now feels like she wants to cry, but if she does that, of course, Ralen will even be more sad and cry endlessly.

"Ralen's biological mother does not care about Ralen's feelings, and now Ralen's husband also blames Ralen, they are two people who should be a place to complain to Ralen even like he does not want Ralen." his voice became increasingly hoarse and uncontrollable tears, increasingly swift like a waterfall in the mountains.

"Your husband is just mad at Len, angry at the circumstances because the child he wants is gone." trying to make Ralen not hate his son more that he admitted was very outrageous, indeed, it's just that he knows very well how his son is.

Although fierce but there is a lot of affection that Ipul has for the son-in-law, affection accompanied by love when they have never been connected before, really it is an amazing story.

Ralen still remained faithful with tears while in his room Ipul was sitting on the sofa holding his head, not just holding but rather squeezing his own head as if he wanted to crush the head which seemed to hurt a lot because of everything he knew.

He never imagined his life's destiny to be like this, when he was very young he never even thought he would experience the sadness that just keeps coming in his life.

The movement of his hands stopped when his ears caught the sound of shakes coming from the top of the bed that had been occupied by the wife.

The man grew up with a high curiosity, in his brain now began to wrestle all sorts of suspicions about his wife, really he still had difficulty believing about the words of the wife.

He hesitates to recall that he had said such a painful thing before by comparing his wife to another woman, and that was what made him doubtful.

His outstretched hand picked up the object that was vibrating and the screen that had been lit just died, his finger pressed the button again so that the screen was back on.

He instantly opened the locked screen by entering a password, really Ralen even gave him access to open his phone, the woman really believed in him a lot but somehow he found it hard to trust the woman he married.

His hands clenched to read a line of messages that were now plastered on the screen, his eyes heating up very quickly as if there was a small fire suddenly large due to a flush of gasoline, igniting a fire that immediately seemed to burn himself.

His steps moved quickly out of the room, his current goal being his wife, the woman who was in the room of the mother and the woman who had to explain how the woman could get back in touch with Angga while she had clearly prohibited even not hesitate to ask people to watch over his wife.

"Roman!" his voice echoed the tranquility of the two women who were inside the room.

"Ralen just went to sleep, what the fuck are you?!" Mama Riska stood in the way of the child who intended to break into the room.

Fortunately, Mama Riska was able to move quickly until she was at the door before she reached the door.

"Mama don't have to interfere, it's Ipul's and Ipul's wife's business." now she starts using her powers as a husband to make her unable to ban him.

Mama Riska shook her head in disbelief hearing the words of the child.

"But Ralen is resting Pul, after all you can't talk in this emotional state, so let Ralen sleep tonight with Mama yes, tomorrow you can talk to him." Mama Riska tried to persuade, hoping her son to comply but the opposite happened.

Ipul shook his head, refusing not to accept the advice that Mama said, according to him what he wanted to ask and knew he had to do now no later let alone to have to wait tomorrow.

His head would no longer be able to return cold and calm when what he had just seen on his wife's phone.

"Roman!" back to calling the wife even though she still can not enter because the mother who stood in the way.

He will not be rude to the woman who gave birth to him, the woman he respected and cared for.

Ipul's breath was really very fast and hunting, as if he was hunting down his prey that he could eat for dinner.

"What he said was true, Ma, so if he wanted to kill Ralen, it wouldn't matter, Ralen, it's his wife."

Ralen who was sleeping now was in front of the two people who were arguing with each other, making the mother suddenly look surprised at him when she heard what he said.

"Rallen.." Mama Riska strangled not liking what Ralen said.

"Speak in the room only" said Ralen who ignored the mother-in-law.

Her father-in-law tried to prevent her but instead she calmly stepped past the two people who faced each other.

Really he does not like to know that he is the one who seems to be a problem between mother and child.

"Don't be rude or Mama will never consider you a child!" Mama Riska threatened with a raised index finger clearly it was not a playful threat.

Ipul did not answer only the gaze that had been fiery now softened a little.

The man followed Ralen who was already at the top of the stairs and disappeared behind the bedroom door.

"Explain to me what is this?!" when entering the room immediately gave a question while throwing Ralen's mobile phone that he was carrying.

Ralen picked up the phone on top of the bed and could immediately see what her husband was asking.

Ralen gave a smile that was not understood by Ipul, a beautiful smile that seemed to imply disappointment that was happening to him.

"She just asked me if it was wrong?" Ralen said in a satirical tone.

"Wrong! because what he asked was a married woman!" the jolt of Ipul did not accept with the answer Ralen gave.

He was not illiterate, he could read the messages sent by Angga, he said, all he asked was how the man could send a message to his wife while he had blocked the man's number from his phone.

That means his wife unblocked him, right? that's what the Ipul is talking about.

"If there was no one, maybe now I'm dead with my son" Ralen said.

A time like this should have her husband complaining about how she felt, sharing the sadness of losing their first child.

But she couldn't do that because since then her husband just kept a loud voice scolding her, really she didn't understand why she had to go through this, all of it, why did God choose him to have such a trial.

Ipul frowned staring questioningly.

"I was hit by someone and that person just left no matter how I was!" ralen shouted loudly.

He couldn't stand it, he wanted to say and say everything he suffered.

Ipul's heart was pounding with his head shaking weakly as if he could not believe what he was hearing.

"See this!" Ralen undressed and undressed the night pants she was wearing showing bruises and open wounds on her body, the injury caused by him being dragged by his own motorbike after being hit hard from the back.

Ralen tried to shake off the tears that did not know him just keep melting out.

"I'm hurt and you still keep blaming me? you still don't believe me, do I have to die first and you'll believe it?" Ralen laughed but also cried at the same time while the man standing not far from him stared at all the wounds on his body without blinking.

Ipul just saw a wound on the elbow of the wife, not realizing there were many wounds on the wife's body.

What kind of husband is he?

"Darling.." Ipul's lips trembled in disbelief with everything he saw, in an instant the guilt as if smashing into his body made him feel the most sinful person after everything he said.

"But my husband was alone with another woman, what was the sin I had committed until I experienced all this?" Ralen kept talking about what he had wanted to do.

Ipul moves closer but Ralen dodges, disillusioned with hurt and broken at the same time.

"I didn't do anything Jelita, I'm sorry," said Ipul weakly trying to reach his wife but his wife kept away.

Ralen smiled miris.

"I fought for our son but you were alone with another woman," paused for a breath, "your ex-fiancee right? a much better woman than me, hm?" as he said that Ralen's heart was pulsating but trying to curl a smile on both of his lips.

The pulse moved closer and hugged the woman who was trying to make a revolt.

"Everybody doesn't want me, what if I just die?!" ralen said while trying to let go of the hand that was holding his waist.

"I want you Jelita, I want you so don't say anything more, I'm sorry I hurt you so much, sorry." Ipul's voice was so heavy and claustrophobic.

Seeing his injured wife's body really makes him aware of what he is doing, he is indeed a person who should be blamed for what happened to his wife.

Ralen sobbed loudly, her face was flooded by tears while her body was in the arms of her husband.

Husband who keeps saying sorry.

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