Trapped With The Jelita
You Don't Want to Go to College

Ralen only wanted to eat a little of it had to go through the process of coercion by her husband, otherwise the woman would not have opened her mouth and as Ipul had said after eating she directly applied the ointment to the wound on some parts of the wife's body.

The wound made his wife grimace repeatedly as she applied the ointment to the wound, and at once she felt even more guilty because last night she hugged her very tightly, he knew for sure his wife's body would hurt but his brain seemed unable to think so afraid he found his wife continued to cry hysterically.

"Om, looks like Ipul can't go back to Surabaya."

Now he is talking to Om Damar, an assistant who is now in Surabaya handling their project.

"Alright, if there is a problem Om can immediately report to Ipul," he said again after the assistant understood him who will not be able to return to take care of work in Surabaya.

Ipul immediately ended his conversation when he accidentally saw a shadow of his wife passing through the workspace where he is currently because of the door he accidentally did not close.

His mother was going to the market with Bi Sumi so now there was only him and his wife.

"Jelita," he called out with a swift pace after the woman who was about to reach the door.

"Where are you going?" tanyanya grabbed the hand of the wife who was even reluctant to look at her.

Obviously Ralen is still very angry at him and he has to understand that.

Because one word from the mouth of a man will continue to be remembered by women all the time, until the woman really feels fine.

Ralen did not turn her head nor answer, but her current appearance could have been guessed by her husband if she wanted to go to college because she was carrying the bag she used to wear in college.

"You have not healed, baby, do not need to go to college first" said Ipul holding Ralen's hand trying to escape from his grasp.

The darling?

It felt like Ralen wanted to cry to hear the call of affection that was thrown from her husband's mouth, her heartache had not yet healed but her husband could casually call her dear as if there had never been any trouble going on between them.

All the grunts Ralen kept in his heart, did not want to speak because he felt tired after crying continuously since yesterday, today let him lock his mouth tightly so as not to answer the words of her husband.

Ralen who is still silent makes Ipul anxious, want it feels to pull the woman into the room and lock her so that she can not go anywhere, but it felt like he couldn't possibly do that because it would only make their relationship worse.

It will never improve if he continues to engage the emotions and impatience he has.

"Rest in the room, yes, I will contact the campus to take care of your leave."

Ralen who had been staring in the other direction was suddenly looking at the man who was also looking at him, their gazes now collided with Ralen's widened eyes.

A leave?

"You want to stress me out by not letting me out of the house?" ralen stared intently at the man who was shocked to hear his words.

"You misunderstood, that's not what I meant," defended himself against his wife's accusation.

He was certainly not a crazy husband who wanted to stress his wife, there was nothing in his mind like that but Ralen could have thought he would do such a ridiculous thing.

Ralen snorted throwing a look in the other direction, the corner of his lips twitching as well.

"I just want you to rest.."

Ralen hurried away leaving the man who had not finished talking, re-entered the room and slammed the door shut.

Brak!

His voice made Ipul exhale heavily and violently.

It seemed like from today Ralen would stop talking to her, and that was the woman's way of avenging her heartache.

The new pulse will move when he hears the sound of the car coming into the yard, he thinks his mother is back but when he hears peeping at his pair of eyes instead sees the figure of a man he really does not like.

Even if he knows that man saved his wife but that won't change his way of thinking, once disliked he would never like it even though the man had become a god of salvation for his wife and obviously he did not like it, because it means his wife will feel indebted to the lecturer.

Pulses crumple all his fingers when he hears a knock on the door, not knowing why people would rather knock on the door than press the bell when the bell is right next to the door.

Just as Ipul was about to move but he instead heard footsteps from the stairs, he turned his head and found his wife who had entered the room was even down the stairs.

"His ears are very sensitive" he murmured with eyes that continued to follow the wife's movement towards the door.

As Ralen was about to open the door Ipul quickly held the door with his hands and feet.

"Why what?" ask her with squeaking eyes.

Ralen did not reply, ignoring the man who was now twisting his body and standing in front of him.

"I asked you what do you want, Sayyang?" the affectionate sentence sounded full of emphasis as if showing that he was anxious because his question was not answered.

"Open the door, don't you hear anybody knocking on the door?" ralen asked with a cynical face.

She was actually reluctant to talk but the man in front of her was a total bitch.

"That's the lecturer.."

"I know because she asked permission to come" interrupted her husband.

"There's your husband and you're allowing other men to come home?" ipul's eyebrows are linked, he does not understand why his wife gave permission for other men to come to the house without asking him, moreover the man is a man that he does not like and always makes him jealous.

Of jealousy?

Yes, he admitted he was jealous and not happy there was a man who blatantly approached even coming home to meet his wife.

"All right then."

But the relief seemed to only briefly side with him because Ralen's next words really made him squeeze his hair.

"I'll ask Mas Angga to come next time when you're not home" Ralen said lightly.

"Goodoo, that's not what it means.." Ipul looks very depressed at this time even he kicked the door that was still knocked by Angga, even he got hotter when Ralen called Angga with the call Mas.

Brug!

Ralen's body slightly squeaked in shock as her husband's leg suddenly kicked at the door.

Angga's body took a step back hearing a fairly loud impact sound from inside there with the door slightly shaking.

Both hands stretched out to stick to the door leaf to check what happened, then a moment later his forehead doubled so how many folds and was shocked when he heard the sound of a cellphone ringing in his pants pocket.

"Rallen?" confused to see the name on the screen.

The woman had allowed him to come but when he had come instead of opening the door instead of contacting him, was the woman not home? full of questions.

"Mas came next time my husband wasn't home."

Ralen's voice was clearly heard by Ipul because the woman who was still on the stairs, was not too far from him.

Ipul's eyes widened in disbelief, his wife was really testing him?

Ralen smiled sadistically and then walked quickly when she saw her husband was about to chase after her.

The woman ran into the room while her husband followed behind with a voice calling out.

"Jelita, you can't be like that." Ipul said angrily and growled into one.

Ralen dropped her body on the bed and covered her entire body with a blanket and then held back with both hands as her husband tried to pull the blanket.

"Never invite another man to come home, for I will never leave you alone, from today on I will work from home!" break up the Pulp without thinking.

He always said what he wanted to say without thinking about it first, and then maybe he would regret it?

Ralen grunted unhappily, he wanted to chim in but was already lazy, his heart was still not okay still in disappointment and sorrow over the loss of his son, he said, he wanted to teach a little lesson to the man who was always as good as his stomach was talking, but had only just begun to fail.

The man was indeed very upsetting, selfish angry and always wanted to win by himself.

Wonder how can Daniya be so crazy about this kind of man and strangely again he is also in love.

Ralen heard the clattering of feet that moved away and immediately opened the blanket staring at the back of her husband who disappeared behind the door.

"Silk!" hisses.

Ipul opened the door and headed to the guard post at the gate.

"If a man comes into this house don't let him in, especially that man!" firmly give orders.

Of course, the order and warning will not be denied by the two guards on duty, they are in the house working and if they want to keep working must follow all the rules of the homeowner, whatever is said they must be diligent and do it well.

Finished with two of his guards he again sauntered towards the house with both hands that went into his pocket while walking he occasionally kicked a pebble, really his feet so fad that he accidentally kicked a pebble until it hit the vase open owned by the mother.

The man's mouth was wide open with eyes that were also widened, he hurriedly walked over to the vase on the table afraid that the vase would get scuffed.

"If it cracks a little bit my head can be threatened with its shape," he said with a relieved breath.

Who would have thought that this silly man would actually be very scary if he was angry, did not hesitate to scold anyone including his own wife, even yesterday he had floated his hand for the wife, he said, if the Mama did not exist maybe he had slapped his wife who eventually would only leave regrets.

He was afraid of God and his mother.

Ipul put the flower vase back on the table after making sure there is nothing blisters at all due to the action, go inside and then switch to the refrigerator to take cold water that might help him cool the head that feels hot because of the arrival of Angga.

Downing the water in the glass and leaning his body against the refrigerator door daydreamed for a few minutes until he finally heard the sound of the house phone in the living room.

Keep a glass and then move to the phone that still reads, "hallo."

"Mas."

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