Trapped With The Jelita
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In the morning, Ipul said goodbye to his mother to the office, fulfilling what he had said to Zara yesterday as well as filling a shareholder meeting that requires him to come to the office, whether this was indeed Ipul's plan or just a coincidence, obviously he will meet Ralen today.

Meet women who may have been prejudiced against him, prejudice that he is a coward who will run away after making a mistake.

Before running his car, Ipul tries to contact Ralen through a new cell phone that Damar gave him last night.

"Gue's blocked? again?" he said shortly after he could not also call Ralen's number.

His teeth immediately collided with a hardened jaw and hit the steering wheel of a black car, his favorite car that was made a bet with Davi.

And it looks like his favorite car is in danger of disappearing from his hands just waiting for time.

The real man who had to go to the office immediately for the meeting instead dissolved his mind in annoyance before finally starting the car engine and running the four-wheeled vehicle out of the hospital yard because he was still have to see the situation of his Papa who is now accompanied by Mama and Mother-in-law Zara, who is his aunt.

The Ipul car that had been sliding quietly while on a residential street, the, do not know why he took this road because usually he took the other road possible to save time because this path is indeed the choice of other riders if you do not want to get stuck in traffic on the main road.

His mind had started to calm down until finally both his eyes saw a figure he knew from the opposite direction not knowing who was on the wrong path, then somehow the story is now he moved his car to the side lane against the direction, immediately stopped it suddenly and looked at the woman who was sitting on the motorbike who also stopped his motorbike not far from his car.

The two vehicles faced each other like they were challenging each other to a duel.

In this position Ralen could see the figure behind the wheel staring at him sharply like giving a warning to him.

Until when the man in the car opened the door and then got out of the car and closed the door very loudly heard a sound that was so ear-piercing.

Ralen's eyes still saw the movement of the man who was now about to step up, Ralen knew clearly that the man wanted to approach him without saying anything Ralen pulled his motor gas to take a road beside the car that was helplessly silent.

Ipul's eyes widened in disbelief as Ralen ignored him instead, acting as if they did not know each other.

"Aragh!" he got angry and kicked his own car.

Bugh!

Getting back in the car and running it fast to the office, he saw Ralen wearing a work shirt that meant the woman was going to work and obviously she was going to meet the woman there.

Ralen continued to ride his motorcycle without looking back, his calm face changed tense with his heart pounding uncontrollably, wanting to doubt what he saw but in reality he was not hallucinating, one who had confronted him was indeed a real figure, the man who gave promises but was not kept made himself who was no longer worth in the eyes of other men was getting hurt.

Wanting to concentrate on the motor that was speeding but in fact could not, all his thoughts were centered on one person who scratched the wound.

Since the beginning of their meeting was not good, then why should it end badly too? what sins did Ralen commit until God gave such a severe test?

Since last night Ralen thought about what happened next, he could hide what happened to his family, but in an instant there was a whisper of a question that troubled his mind.

Getting pregnant? until finally Ralen dismissed the whisper that out of nowhere came his and threw it far from his mind.

The motorbike was still speeding up to bring him to the tall building where he works at this time, it had crossed his mind to resign but the need to live forced him to survive amid the discomfort that hit.

The woman hastened to park her motorbike but looks hesitant when going down from the motorbike, her gaze is directed at the paper bag she had brought from home.

The paper bag contains items that Ipul had given him, he had intended to leave it at the reception or maybe the assistant of the man who always met him, he had intended to leave it at the receptionist, do not know why the assistant named Damar was often pacing on the 9th floor when his superior alone did not occupy the room on the 9th floor.

Ralen reached out to grab the paper bag and took it inside the building, held it in his right hand and stopped at the reception desk which was still empty.

"Tumben's not here yet?" he said he did not find the receptionist he knew, even the receptionist was also the one who used to help him tell if in the office there was a job vacancy.

Waiting for a few minutes but the waiting never came to make Ralen decided to go up to the 9th floor.

In the employee elevator he was alone to make him have to go back to daydreaming until finally the sound of the elevator indicating he had reached the floor he was headed to make him re-conscious.

His feet stepped slowly out of the elevator and breathing repeatedly came out of his mouth.

The paper bag in his hand the more he held tightly when now standing in front of the room whose door was closed, looks sculpted in front there until then the door moves open showing a face that often paced on the 9th floor, making Ralen no longer surprised.

"Sorry sir, I'd like to leave this, '" Ralen held up the paper bag in his hand.

"What's that?" asked Damar narrowing his eyes.

"Owned by Mr. Gunawan," said Ralen hoping that the man in front of him immediately took the paper bag in his hand so that he could leave immediately.

But in fact the assistant like rejecting the paper bag until just looking at it, until finally.

Sreth!

From the back there was a rough snatch of paper bag from Ralen, making Ralen surprised as well as Damar, the man stared at the figure now standing beside Ralen with his jaw tightening indicating that there was currently anger in the hold

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