Trapped With The Jelita
Is This The Best?

Zara down the aisle of the hospital where Om Irman was treated, she wanted to talk to Aunt Riska about Ipul, even she left Achnaf on her in-laws while she was escorted by her husband.

Really as a woman she can not let the unwanted things happen, what if until the act of Ipul it produces a baby? then Om Irman has not yet awakened from his coma? wouldn't that make a woman crumble?

Last night he had thought about this, he promised to keep IPul's actions a secret so as not to upset his family with his behavior that was unbelievable to anyone who knew him.

A Saipul Gunawan who has long been famous for his politeness in treating women even with his insane sleepy helpless women.

"Assalamualaikum, Auntie," Zara opened the door in half and said hello.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, enter Za," said Aunt Riska with a slight smile on her face.

The woman was sitting next to her husband's body like a sleeping person just a lot of medical devices attached to his body.

Zara opened the door and slowly walked in and closed the door again carefully so as not to make any noise.

"You alone?" ask Aunt Riska when Zara kissed the back of her hand.

"Yes Aunt, it was in between Mas Davi," explained Zara while looking at the man who seemed to have no progress, still faithful to his sleep even though everyone, especially his wife and child, was waiting for him to wake up.

"Achnaf?"

"Achnaf Zara is the same Mama," replied the woman who wore the toen and the shirt formed the body she put into her toad.

Riska nodded her head with the answer Zara gave.

"Tante," call Zara.

"Yes?"

"Zara wants to talk to Auntie, okay?" asked Zara with a hopeful look.

"May dong, what do you want to talk about?" Riska stared a little puzzled by the expression Zara showed, a facial expression that depicted that there was something important she wanted to talk about.

"We can talk outside, Auntie? let Zara later ask the sisters to take care of Om for a while," said Zara who increasingly makes Riska's forehead multiply because of the confusion and curiosity that blends into one, because Zara is not usually like this, because Zara is not usually like this, of course this is very important to talk about, thought Riska who then agreed to the request of his nephew's wife.

"Yes," replied Riska.

Zara immediately calls the sisters to replace the Aunt to look after Om Irman, while they go to the hospital cafeteria talking over lunch because Zara is very sure the Tantenya must have not had lunch.

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"Gue again males work why even bring me here?!" Ralen looked unhappy when Ipul dragged him into the room of the man who was not occupied.

"I don't ask Lo to work, just sit down," said Ipul who had since let Ralen sit in front of him while he himself was busy with a laptop in front of him.

He asked Om Damar to get his laptop in the Papa's room on the 5th floor, which is now his room, either only temporarily or maybe forever if the Papa when aware no longer want to go back to the office.

"But I'm still in the office" Ralen said.

"Why stay in the office? don't like?"

Ipul turned his eyes from the laptop screen to look at the woman in front of him who did not know why like a magnet for his body that like to come back closer without any distance separating like when on the emergency stairs earlier.

"Gue males work also males there in the office, my head hurts every time I look.."

"See me?" sela Ipul with her thoughts about Ralen who had a headache because of her.

Ralen pursed her lips neither refuting nor asserting the question of the man in front of her who was now staring at her with a difficult gaze to understand.

I don't know what kind of gaze Ipul gives to women who currently like being guarding themselves from any action that can not be guessed.

Ralen held her bag in a tight hug with both eyes watching the man, just in case something happened that she did not want, could not the man in front of her do anything?

"Lo didn't realize the same thing Lo said? and after what happened, Lo still can not think that later Lo will continue to see me, look at my face even when Lo woke up my face was the first time Lo will see," he reminded them that they will become husband and wife and hoped that his father could soon realize that he would no longer wait.

Ralen could only bite his lips hearing what happened to the two of them later, it was true after all they did, ah not not them but Ipul did, it was true, Ralen will not be able to refuse to marry because however the man who has taken his honor he does not want to be stamped as a cheap woman later if married to another man in a state no longer intact.

Ralen was increasingly uncomfortable with the gaze that Ipul gave him, an intense gaze that seemed to penetrate the body and then stripped his heart feeling until it made his heart beat uncontrollably.

Until when the sound of Ralen's cellphone again sounded ended the gaze of Ipul's eyes to him but now Ralen's ears even heard a breath so tight as if the owner of the middle breath felt a very tightness, very tight, even Ralen could see through the tail of his eyes that now Ipul loosened the tie that the man was wearing.

The woman who felt the atmosphere of the room began to be very different also took a cellphone to see who the caller who was like a savior for him in a slightly scary atmosphere earlier.

"Who else, who is he?" the sound of Ipul made Ralen stunned, he did not expect that the man had been nearby, since when did the man move?

"I don't know" replied Ralen.

"No idea but you could just keep her number, Lo hope I believe it?" Ipul sat at Ralen's front desk with a piercing look.

"Gue does not like lying," added Ipul again with ordinary intonation but in Ralen's ear even sounded like a warning.

"What a lie, I do not know who he met also once," Ralen wrote.

"Yet once but have saved the number while I block the number every time!" Ipul said cynically remembering his number which Ralen often blocks every time they have a problem, feeling not accepted.

"Kan Lo made a mistake with me" said Ralen.

Ipul rolled his eyeballs hearing Ralen's answer, he was a man so no matter what he was he would remain wrong in the eyes of women, especially a Ralen, moreover, he had already made a huge mistake on that woman.

"When Lo took me to the party back then," Ralen replied a little hesitating as she felt an uneasy aura at the moment.

"Go with me but meet other guys, Lo kidding?" Ipul shook his head in disbelief and then remembered the man he had seen with Ralen when he was with Davi.

"Here's Lo's phone!" asking for the thing in Ralen's hands.

"Make what?"

Ralen was puzzled as to why this song guy had turned into a scary man, his eyes were also the expression on his face illustrating how emotionally charged that man was.

Ipul did not answer and then took the phone from Ralen's hand by force, "open," he asked when Ralen's phone turned out to be in the key.

Ralen reached out to unlock the safety lock and a moment later the phone screen was opened.

Ipul immediately blocked the number of the man named Angga so that he could no longer contact the woman he was going to marry.

Really he did not like what would be his instead in disturbing others, making him unable to stem anymore irritation and resist the emotions that were heating up his entire body.

Ralen gawked with a plain face not understanding what Ipul was doing, all he knew was that the man in front of him was now closing in on him, supporting him to be imprisoned on the chair he was sitting on, making him unable to get anywhere.

Everything just happened, it was like a flash of lightning that struck quickly and scorched the object that was hit, he said, the sparks of fire even more burning in the two black eyeballs of the man when landing touch by touch.

I don't know how now the two people were even in the break room that had locked them both.

In fact, the lust of a human being can not be controlled when it has felt it once, always want to try it again and again, and again, and now both of them are both in a state of consciousness just too soluble in a sense that is difficult to contain until finally repeating what has happened.

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"Is this the best?" Aunt Riska looked at Zara.

The two of them are still talking about Ipul, with Zara suggesting to marry Ipul to Ralen immediately.

Zara had been thinking about this since last night because she was sure that a man who felt it once would always remember it and want to repeat it again until finally addicted and Zara obviously did not want it until Ralen was pregnant before marriage.

Although he did not know who Ralen was but she as a woman would never want to get pregnant out of wedlock and shame the family.

"Very good Aunt, let Ipul no one takes care of the company now he is the leader of the Aunt anyway also so can focus the same Om, no need to think of Ipul because there will be someone who takes care of him," bright Zara while looking at the woman whose face looks no longer cheerful as before.

"But pity Ipul if married there is no party, he also would want to invite his friends Za," said Riska.

"Aunty male pulse he won't think about it, Aunty enough to know her own son since the first Ipul did not like the party even at the birthday course he never wanted to be celebrated when Aunt forced, even though Aunt forced, after all, Zara and Mas Davi were also just married if there was no party of anything important right legal, pity also Ipul Aunt later hunted old," the words Zara gave off a grin making Aunt Riska laugh to hear it.

"Well it seems like this is indeed the best, Ipul is indeed approaching old not to mention already having to handle the company, the older he is, later Aunt will talk to Ipul, but Za.."

Riska seemed to be thinking of something.

"But what's Tan?" ask Zara.

"What about Ralen's family, will they agree?"

"On that let Zara who spoke with Ralen Tan, Auntie received it in order," said Zara gave a smile so that the woman in front of him was calm and no longer dizzy to think about the Saipul problem.

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