Trapped With The Jelita
Section 5

"Ipuuull's."

Just as Ipul got off the car he had received a shout-out from the only queen in the house.

"Mama can not call Ipul again," protested Ipul when the Mama squandered give a hug to him.

"Why is that why? since birth also call you IPUL! and will forever be the handsome Ipul Mama and.." Riska held back her words to look at the child's appearance which looked much more wow, "mama's child's caste is so cool now, it's amazing!" Riska exclaimed with enlarged eyes.

"Game!" chirps Ipul.

The two of them entered the house while the driver dropped off Ipul's luggage.

"Why are you really growing protests in the call of Ipul?" the negligent woman began to discuss the attitude of her son who said he did not want to be called by his favorite name.

Well the call of the Ipul feels very attached to anyone's memory then why is it now even not happy.

"Replace the cooler call that Ma, besides in England also friends of Ipul call it Awan," explained Ipul told about his friend in England who called him by the name of Awan.

"Wans? Are the clouds cloudy? or not just the sky? the sun can also," Riska even mocked her son who now scowled annoyed.

Just came home instead of being offered a meal or a break this even get a trick from his mother who would be like that if she met him, she said, as if forgetting that a few months ago when he had to return to England the woman whose skin still looked tight was crying unwillingly to let him go.

But now his mouth was smoothly mocked bringing out whatever this woman wanted to take out.

"My name is Saipul Gunawan! not Saipul gunawandung nor Saipul gunawangit much less Saipul gunawanti!" fierce Ipul reminded the Mama about his name that indeed slipped the word Awan at the end.

"Wow now Mama is sure that Ipul is an adult," seloroh Riska with eyes that are getting rounder exactly like the eyes of a deer.

"Good Mamaaaa." I complained of frustration.

"So all this time Mama thought I didn't grow up like that? look at my body, Mama is even taller than Mama!" the sound of the pulse echoed inside the house whose lights shone brightly in the rain that began to fall spatter out there.

Riska poked her lips, "your body is growing perfectly but unfortunately you think you remain a small child when you have not decided to marry and give the name of a grandchild," sahut Riska made Ipul furrow his brows.

"So the definition of an adult version of Mama is married and has children?" tanya Ipul really does not believe in the way of the mind of his beloved woman.

Riska nodded quickly and vigorously, "Mama wants Pul's grandson, every time you see your brother's son Mama always imagine when you get married and give Mama a grandchild," Riska replied, "love Mama's grandson Pul yes," asked with hope.

"Pul makein from cement dough want?!" asked cynically with the corner of the raised lip.

Having a child is easy what, just getting married has not been demanded to give a grandchild, let alone marry a woman close to him at this time is not sure whether the woman likes or not with him.

"Where's Papa?" ask Ipul, it is better to switch the conversation that will be more ridiculous if it continues.

"In the shower, your Papa is starting to age Pul should you take over Papa's company, even in the UK you're just an employee who has to wait a month for a better salary here and run Papa's company, all ours belongs to you," said Riska who never tired of persuading his son to not return to England.

Ipul let out a long and heavy sigh, "later think again," said Ipul finally.

And the answer was successful in making Riska again scowl, sulking like a child whose wishes are not obeyed.

"It's old Ma, ashamed of the same age is still lashing out." impudently Ipul even mocked the extraordinary woman who had made him born into this world.

The second conversation paused because of the presence of the head of the family whose hair looks wet, well of course because the man had just finished bathing.

"Have you reached Pul?" ask Irman while applying a step towards the child who stands ready to give a hug.

"Pul no longer wants to be called Ipul Pa."

Riska made Irman who was giving a welcome hug to the child turn to her with a questioning look.

"What does it mean that an Ipul does not want to be called an Ipul?" confused Irman stared at his wife and son in turn.

"Our child wants to be called Awan, let it feel more shady times," said Riska origin fishing grunts from the child.

"Hahaha, are the clouds cloudy?!" irman's laughter then broke just hearing his wife's chatter that showed the slightest innocent look.

"Don't be, I'm craving Papa Mama, really new children come home even moppedekin," said Ipul with a face that was bent in such a way.

"Cup cup cup, Cloud Mama's most handsome child should not snack Mama is just kidding, her name is cool loh Awan but the behavior is still like a child using all sculling events," said Riska embraces the body of her adult child, really does not feel that the child grows into an adult man whose face also looks more handsome.

Riska admitted for months in the country people make Ipul even more handsome many changes are seen from the physical child, although the nature of his child still exists if it is with him and his husband.

The late night made them rush to rest after previously having dinner together at the dinner table with the favorite cuisine of the child which is clearly very much missed because in England there the food is certainly not there in the country where the child lives.

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