Trapped With The Jelita
Set of Hope

Ipul was silent with the phone in his hand, he just accidentally opened his social media account and saw there were many messages coming in.

Messages from old friends lined up neatly made his hands move open one by one message, sometimes his lips laughed when he saw one of his friends sending an old photo showing how geeky he was when he was a teenager.

"Nonsolent Tara," he said annoyed but lips still widen the smile.

His fingers continued to move back to check some incoming messages until finally his finger stopped moving with a gaze that was so focused when reading the name of the account that sent the message to him, it says the message was sent two days ago.

"Daniya?" his murmur was full of questions about the woman he had indeed approached and it was not hypocritical that he also put his heart on the woman, the woman he didn't even realize had a face that looked a bit like his wife's, but Ralen had a mole over her left lip and she really liked to know the fly.

The man who was in the office hesitantly opened the message sent by a former woman who had been close to him with a rumbling feeling did not know why he felt that there was a strange sigh ambushing him.

The pulse reads a few sentences that are plastered on the screen, sentence after sentence that makes him frown and then the guilt rushes in the heart, guilt when he hung a woman in a country far away when they were very close and the flowers of love did appear in him, but now there is no love but only guilt for making a woman so hopeful.

In the country of his birth he was married, had a wife while in the country he had stopped there was a woman who still expected him, expecting his arrival.

Daniya was so happy when checking the message that two days ago she sent was read, a speck of hope immediately appeared to burst into the space of her heart that had been empty.

"She's already read it" she said softly but then a smile adorned her face.

The difference of 7 hours makes in place Daniya now for 3 in the morning, and he who was unable to sleep since he sent a message to the man immediately sat spontaneously on the bed which had been the place to roll his body back and forth indistinctly, fret continued to slip but the unrest was suddenly destroyed after the message was read by the man he was headed to, hopefully.

Daniya waited for a reply from the man but a few minutes waiting there was also no reply he got, he said, even the social media account that had been active again turned off when he no longer saw the green dot in the corner as a sign that the account was active.

He who was once excited again did not get excited, his face became sad again even teardrops began to fall from both eyes.

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"From you bosen bete at home we better go to Zara aja yuk Len's house," asked the mother-in-law to her daughter-in-law who has since showed off a tangled face.

This is the third day Ralen no longer works in the office of the husband, she will also not be able to monitor what her husband does, especially her guard against the secretary is becoming more and more so, she did not know if she had changed her centil secretary or not, even when asked her husband did not give an answer.

"Come Ma" said Ralen quickly, it was clear that he was so enthusiastic to meet Zara who had known since the beginning had shown that the woman named Zara was very good.

Mama Riska smiled happily to see her daughter-in-law became more excited than before.

"Good bike?" asked Mama Riska who immediately got the headband from the daughter-in-law.

Ralen firmly refused because he had promised not to piggyback on his father-in-law again, just once and will not repeat it again, really she was afraid that Ipul to know especially now that her husband is in Jakarta, Jakarta, she would not be able to do stupid actions when her husband had given her a warning not to piggyback her mother-in-law on a motorcycle.

"We have been in the car if so let Mama take it," said Mama Riska with a smile that was approved by the daughter-in-law.

Mama Riska stopped at the door and gave her thumbs up as a sign of agreement.

Ralen began to contact her husband as he climbed the stairs to the room, didn't he have to get ready?

"Hello emm," Ralen sounded hesitant as he was about to call the man who must have been listening to him.

"Why?" ask Ipul to his wife.

Ralen felt the tone of her husband's voice sound a little tart, or just his feelings?

"I'm the same Mama wants to go to Zara's Mommy's house can I?" ralen asked, not knowing why he still felt awkward if he had to say a lot with the man who married him.

"Hhhh."

Ralen frowned at the answer her husband gave, just hhmm? is that not outrageous? and he speaks a lot.

"Don't ride the bike" said Ipul then after a brief pause.

Ralen did not know what the man was doing in the office, was he dizzy with the files or was there even a secretary nearby who teased?

Ralen shook his head and then hit his forehead trying to get rid of his bad thoughts.

"Mama wants to bring a car, he said," explained Ralen while opening the wardrobe and then taking the clothes he would wear.

"Yes," replied Ipul briefly and then turned off the phone.

"Huh?" Ralen gawked at the screen of the cellphone that no longer sounded.

Ralen threw the object in his hand on the bed with a feeling of annoyance.

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