Trapped With The Jelita
About Disappointed

It was already Sunday and Ralen was already busy calming his feelings, he had already told his parents that his friend would come to visit.

Yes Ralen just said so, do not want to say the truth because fear of his parents even bother to prepare everything that is excessive, let them welcome with what is as long as it is still appropriate.

"Why mother?" ralen asked as the woman brought a bag of groceries into the kitchen.

"You'll cook for your friend later" said the middle-aged woman.

"No need to bother Mom, there is already a cake, let's eat a cake," said Ralen.

Indeed, early this morning he had been to the market to buy cakes, snacks market which he thought might rarely or never eaten by Ipul and his parents, without him knowing that his future mother-in-law was even a hobbyist in and out of the market to get simple cakes that are more often in the market.

"Is that okay?" ask the mother to find certainty that only the cake they serve, I don't know why she became this kind of bother, like that, though Ralen had said that only friends came but his feelings as a mother said that he had to cook.

Moreover, Ralen did not say who his friend was and it was clear that this one must not be Antika, because if Antika, Ralen would not bother going to the market early in the morning just to buy a cake, after all, Antarctica also always appears suddenly without notice.

"Which friend are you? friends of Junior High School or High School, haven't seen you in a long time?" and a series of questions the mother throws in order to answer her confusion.

"Mom."

The call from the father made the mother switch out of the room to approach her husband who was folding their mattress floor, but the man had difficulty carrying his own body but still wanted to make.

Ralen heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the edge of the bed taking a mobile phone and then looked at the clock that showed at 8 am, Ralen did not know what time Ipul would come because the man only said he would come on Sunday, Ralen also did not ask even more to meet the man because yesterday was Saturday and the office was off.

The woman was just busy guessing the Ipul came morning, afternoon, afternoon or maybe even came when the sky was blackened, Ralen did not know and did not want to ask the man even though he could ask by message but he did not.

Without feeling the time has rolled from what was once again changed to noon, the, day changed to afternoon until the time came the sky turned dark black and thick with the breeze of the night that blew louder and issued the smell of the land as a feature that soon it will rain.

"Your friends aren't coming?" asked the mother to surprise Ralen who was sitting on the rented terrace with a mobile phone in hand.

Ralen did not answer only his hand which was now busy scrolling through his phone screen, looking for something he himself did not know.

"Mother is sleeping Len, Dad is sleepy too" he said again.

"Yes mother and father have slept, just close the door so as not to be cold," replied Ralen with a voice full of disappointment but trying to hide.

Not disappointed with his parents for wanting to sleep because Ralen knew it was almost 10 pm and both parents, especially the father, used to sleep at 9, Ralen was disappointed in the man who clearly denied his words, he had been waiting from the sun shining until the sun sank either in the part of the world where the sun was now.

The guy who fucked her last night didn't come and probably never came to bring a disappointment that felt like he wanted to make her cry but he didn't want to do it he didn't want his parents to know what what had happened to him because it would only make them feel disappointment maybe more than he feels right now.

The door behind him was already closed making Ralen dare to drip tear points on both cheeks.

"Don't cry, don't cry" he said, rubbing his face rough, removing any traces of tears that had soaked.

At least if the man can not come please give a reason that he can believe, but in fact there is not a single message that the man sent for him presents all questions in the mind.

Inhaling the night air that felt increasingly cold Ralen also ventured to call the number of the man.

The inscription called, waiting for a moment but the writing did not also turn into a ringing made Ralen's body become limp, it does not lose sense in any contact through ordinary calls but the fact is even more painful the number of the man can not be in contact shed all the limbs on his body.

His hand fell to the side and the phone slipped to the floor, a pain in an instant dominating his heart.

Is this what he should get after what the man did to his body?

The point of tears that were not there is now back to dominate, out is no longer just points but swift like a waterfall.

He cried without a sound unwilling to make his parents who might not have slept hear his cries, closed his mouth and his heart was really so tight.

Satisfying himself until he finally wiped the tears and moved from the chair he had been sitting in, into the house to his room.

"Where are you going Len?" asked the mother who woke up to see Ralen with a backpack in her hand.

"Ralen wants to rent Tika," replied Ralen while taking the key to his motorbike.

"Today's Len's work" said his mother, sitting down.

"Yes, Ralen left from there, this is already carrying a work shirt too," he said showing the bag and then wearing it on his back.

"Well, be careful when it rains again, wear your raincoat."

Ralen nodded then kissed his mother's hand, saying goodbye and immediately took out the motorbike which was always on the porch of the house by locking it in the tire so that no prankster stole it.

Where else would you like to put it? while the living room is used as a place to sleep for mother, Father and also Ardan who since yesterday stayed at the sister's house.

Ralen took off his bike slowly until the raindrops began to fall on the back of his hand, but this woman instead deliberately stopped his motorbike, not to wear a raincoat but instead turned her face to let rain water wash over her.

She wanted to be complacent crying and this was the exact moment the rainwater would disguise her cries that she had been enduring.

About disappointed..

Ralen clearly and truly could no longer stand it, his cry broke out in such a way with his hands beating his chest tight.

With the state of wet clothes Ralen again run his motorbike reconcile themselves even though the pain will certainly not be easily treated.

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