Trapped With The Jelita
She's The Sweet One

Ralen had just come home from work but instead of going straight into the house instead chose to go into the garage at her husband's house, stand with a little smile on your face when you find a matic motorbike that costs much more than his motorbike.

"You can buy the same, why buy a different price" Ralen murmured, but his joy could not be hidden, moreover, before leaving, the man who was cold to her yesterday still took the time to come to see her on the 9th floor just to say goodbye and kiss her forehead.

"He was so sweet" he said again

Kissing forehead? Ralen reflexes touching the forehead where Ipul landed his kiss a farewell sign for a week.

Ralen was confused by the life line God gave him, an unusual encounter with all kinds of bad things happening to them, until they always fight when they meet and no one wants to give up but why the life line even leads them to become a married couple.

Honestly Ralen is still confused to interpret his feelings at this time, is he really married still with compulsion as he always echoes when talking to Antika, or indeed the love he does not realize?

"Gue wasn't in love with her?" lirih Ralen was upset by herself.

Ralen's eyes turned like he was thinking then his lips were small but seemed full and contained it again moving chanting statement, "continue he love is not the same me?" this time questioning Ipul's feelings towards him.

"You're home yet? why not go into the house?"

Still struggling with his own question, but Ralen was surprised by the voice and arrival of the in-laws with a face that was always friendly and gentle to him.

"Just come home Ma," said Ralen smiled at the in-laws.

"The motor is good, Len" said his father-in-law, who finally set foot on the garage floor right next to the bike.

Ralen nodded, "but this is too good Ma, but Ralen is okay if the usual buyin is like Ralen's motorbike," Ralen said.

"Your husband wants the best love for his wife is okay" said Mama Riska by touching her daughter-in-law's shoulder.

Ralen should be grateful for having such a good in-law and even very good to him, when other women crave good in-laws and he has got it even without the need to search because his good in-laws instead come themselves to make him a son-in-law.

Again Ralen reviewed the smile somehow he had to how to respond to the words of the mother-in-law, happy or what? she herself is confused why her heart continues to be tucked by sweet things when her husband has gone to Batam and will not be able to touch it within one week.

Touch it? Ralen wanted to touch him again or wanted to be touched like they had done, thinking about it made Ralen's face become very red from earlier.

"When you want to be in the same bell as you are Len."

The desire of Mama-in-law made Ralen look at him in disbelief, really want to ride a motorcycle with him? because in any way Ralen felt his in-laws were totally better suited to ride a car than a motorbike that was hot and if it rained rain.

"Thread tuh never want to screw Mama using his motorbike, many reasons he, afraid Mama catch a cold, his waist will be sore, it will be sore, disheveled hair will continue to overheat even more strangely afraid of Mama falling." Riska smiled annoyed and then resumed her words, "indeed Mama is a child, Mama can handle," Riska added again.

"You ya Len, take Mama to the market, Mama will be used to the traditional market but ride the car continues to kayak not very suitable that," forcing the daughter-in-law who is now even so confused.

"Ralen asked permission for Mas first yes Ma," said Ralen finally who subconsciously called Ipul as Mas.

"Ah adorable call Mas," seduced Riska with a happy smile, he suspected that the relationship of the child and his daughter-in-law had begun to improve.

"No need to say Mas Ipul, because it will not be approved, which there is he even ranting," said Riska who knows very well how his son.

"But Ma.."

"We are secretly alone" said the woman who had begun to smile loosely.

When in front of others maybe he chose to forget the sadness he felt, he said, about being lived by a husband for ever any woman or wife would obviously be very sad and Ralen was sure when alone her in-laws would cry remembering about her husband, she said, clearly visible from the eyelids that are always swollen and black every morning, does not it indicate the woman can not not not sleep?

Ralen nodded doubtfully at the request of the in-law, just silently? ah it seems that Ralen will not dare to lie to her husband and after this she will probably talk to her husband about the wishes of Mama Riska.

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"You're on holiday tomorrow?"

Now that the two women are having dinner, well the actual dinner is forced because Riska is still not lustful to eat, his appetite seemed to evaporate away these few days and Ralen who since yesterday felt bad to eat somehow thought of what.

"Ma Holiday," said Ralen stirring rice in the dish and side dishes, even though only a tip of rice but why the rice was not exhausted as well.

"Tomorrow between Mama to the market, yes, ride a motorbike" said Riska.

Ralen's face immediately stiffened to hear, she forgot to contact her husband to ask permission to be allowed to take the in-laws to the market on a motorcycle, it's been two days since she thought her father-in-law had forgotten but in fact she forgot to contact her husband, while during these two days also her husband had not contacted maybe too much work to be completed, considering the man left indeed to settle the troubled company.

"Ralen," called Mama Riska as her daughter-in-law daydreamed.

Ralen stammered and then nodded doubtfully, ah after this she should really call her husband, please remind Ralen that she forgot.

Riska smiled and then moved from her seat with a plate that still contained food that might only be a reduced spoon.

"You keep washing dishes, sleepy, very sleepy" replied Riska.

"Just go to sleep let Ralen do it" Ralen said, taking a plate from the hand of the in-laws who nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Mama is staying, if you are tired you just stay, let auntie who settle tomorrow," said Riska then sauntered into the room leaving the daughter-in-law who stared at the door of the room was closed.

Ralen cleaned the food container and wiped the wet hands after washing the dishes.

"Must ask permission first" she said, landing a foot on the stairs to the room she was staying in with her husband.

When in the room she immediately looked for the whereabouts of the phone that she had thrown carelessly in bed, so met without a second thought to rush to call her husband's number.

A bit of a long wait but finally the voice across there ended his wait.

"Why Len?" ask Ipul in a voice that sounds softer and friendlier than a few days ago.

"Can I ask permission?" ralen asked slowly doubtfully but he still had to ask.

"What adultery?" ask the man who just finished bathing, even he still uses a towel to cover his lower body.

"I'm going to take Mama shopping tomorrow, okay?" Ralen played her own fingers waiting for an answer from her husband.

"May Len, you don't have a problem, do you? you see, Mama likes shopping to the traditional market," explained Ipul about the habits of his mother.

Ralen shook his head as if he was dealing with his interlocutor, "i would also like to go shopping to a traditional market, so it doesn't matter at all."

"Yes, I have permission" said Ipul.

"There again?" asked Ipul when he heard Ralen not making a sound.

"But riding a motorcycle, I'm bull Mama riding a motorbike, can you?" Ralen finally bluntly.

Ipul sighed hearing Ralen's next question, "no! just get in the car, Mama can't ride the bike."

"But Mama asked to ride the bike."

"Don't obey! I said no yes! you call for permission, right? I don't give permission to ride a motorcycle! already I want to wear clothes, turn off the phone," said Ipul who immediately disconnected the phone even when Ralen had not yet given a response.

Now Ralen was confused as to how, her husband forbade while her in-laws forced.

The woman finally threw the phone to the side and she threw her body down with a heavy breath.

"Dizziness!" he rattled his long hair.

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