Trapped With The Jelita
Tired of Taking Care of Husband?

It had been more than five days and his mother had never again contacted him, Ralen was speechless feeling lost but she was also afraid to meet her mother.

Afraid that her mother would return to ask her husband, until finally she let everything go well save her longing for the mother.

He is a human who has a heart, of course as a child the affection will remain even if there is an attitude of his parents that is not appropriate.

"What are you cooking?" ask Ipul to the wife who was standing in front of the burning stove with a closed pot on it.

"Cooking water," said Ralen calmly as he opened the lid of the pot showing the water that was still not boiling.

Ralen's reply suddenly made Ipul sickened in shock, according to him for what was the trouble of cooking water even though there was a dispenser that would immediately give hot water just to put the glass, just to put the glass, hot water will come out.

This wife has lived for months in her home and became a businesswoman's wife but why is it still nice to trouble yourself.

"There's Jelita." Pulp patting dispenser black with high size.

Ralen innocently shook his head, "i don't want water from that place, it feels a little strange I don't like it" Ralen said with a face-rejected look.

"How weird, what are you cooking water in here is also water, so what's the difference?" chirpin Ipul thought his wife's mind was a little deviated, both white water but could even distinguish the taste.

"It looks like only today you cook water, yesterday-yesterday if you need hot water you take from here too," he continued.

Ipul remembered it was only today that his wife was troublesome hot water, busy cooking hot water whereas before when she wanted to make coffee tea or milk from the object she showed earlier.

"Where do I know, maybe now this is your son's wish Mas." and now the boy who was made a scapegoat by the woman who was supposed to be preparing to go to college.

The eyes of the heart twisting panted accompanied by an unusually long breath is also loud even his voice sounded in the kitchen.

"I don't want to argue with you anymore!" chirps, "where's the coffee for me?" from earlier he was waiting for coffee to accompany his breakfast with bread smeared with his favorite sarikaya jam but the coffee he hoped had not appeared also when following to the kitchen instead found his wife who was boiling water.

"Well, it's cooking again" replied Ralen pointing to the pot.

"Who are you cooking water for? if you make coffee, just use this water, I'll drink it," ketus Ipul patted the dispenser.

He was so confused not to understand, his wife said cooking water because of the taste of hot water stewed with water in a different dispenser, doesn't that mean the hot water he cooked for his wife, but why now when he asks the coffee instead wait for the water to be cooked?

In an instant Ralen flaunted his teeth, grinning without sin and guilt, "cook the water to make Mas Sai's coffee, Dede the baby wants me to cook the water he said."

Pulp scratched the head, the hair that was neat even so messy.

He felt like he was crazy to see his wife's behavior.

Is there a pregnant woman whose behavior becomes strange like this wife?

Already he who has to experience cravings, still added must also serve all strange behavior not clear from his wife, really logic as if not the way well since married to Ralen.

Ipul pursed the base of his nose, he was dizzy and upset at the same time but he could not possibly scold his wife, considering his wife was pregnant and often cried or angry because it was very sensitive because of the effects of pregnancy.

"That's a quick boil for coffee, or do I make it myself? it looks like I'm craving to make my own coffee," this satire is really obvious but Ralen is insensitive.

"This, our son is smart." innocently shifted the cup and the place to store sugar and coffee in front of her husband.

"Oh my goodness." he complained but his hand moved to make the coffee he wanted.

It is his own fault why insinuating pregnant women who are insensitive, be his satire even taken seriously.

When her husband was brewing coffee Ralen was sitting in the dining chair, waiting for the husband with a flat face like no problem or whatever he did.

"Bi Sumi hasn't come yet?" tanya Ipul brings a cup of coffee which is of course very hot, questioning the middle-aged woman who is indeed helping in her home.

"Come, he said there is a family affair," said Ralen thrust bread with jam in front of the husband and stared as if waiting for something.

"Why?" tanya Ipul with the bread that was in his hand was ready to enjoy but he was disturbed by the gaze of the wife.

"It seems like Mas Sai is very happy to eat bread for two days will always ask for breakfast bread with sarikaya jam." said Ralen who has been two days is still asked to prepare breakfast only jam bread, not ask for other foods including rice.

Ipul raises his shoulders, "maybe this is also a baby in your stomach" he said quickly.

Of course he does not mind what he eats every day the most important thing is now he has started to eat well even nausea vomiting began to get rarer even though sometimes it still often attacks but he it felt very reasonable because the doctor had given an explanation.

"When do you come home?"

"Mama's only been away for a few days and you've asked? ckckck, "Ipul clucked, it seemed like the bread would not go into his mouth because his wife kept talking to him.

"Don't you feel lonely? there is no Mama." Ralen with a fad even stirring the coffee husband again raise the dregs that actually have settled down.

Ipul's lips chipped, "as long as there are you I will not be lonely, you feel lonely or indeed you are tired of taking care of my needs?" squinting his pair of eyes gave a suspicious question.

Suspicious of his own wife who immediately shook his head, denied his accusations.

"Where is taking care of a bored husband!" Ralen stared in displeasure.

Ipul did not answer, he chose to immediately enjoy his bread because if he continued to serve his wife he would not have breakfast and the more noon he went to the office.

The bread had gone completely into the stomach and he hoped he would not spit it out again and after that he enjoyed his homemade coffee that had been stirred by the wife.

"Be ready, quickly" he said, putting the cup back on his plate.

"Well, what are you ready for?" Ralen asked.

"To college, you don't want to go to college?"

"I'm lazy again not wanting to go anywhere," replied with a calm expression.

Ipul sighed, since then it seems like he just kept sighing as if there was a burden that he was carrying when he was only facing a Jelita Ralensi only.

"Then I'm leaving now."

Ralen nodded with an adorable face making Ipul who was preparing to wake up instead stop his movements with a half-bending body.

"Seeing you adorable like this even makes me want to stay home, do I also not have to come to the office alone?" ask him with a face between serious and playful.

Ralen's eyes sparkled, "Did you really want to be home?" not knowing why Ralen was showing such a happy expression.

"It seems so," Ipul said as he moved his head.

Ralen's eyelids blinked repeatedly, "then we can.."

Ipul's eyes squinted, he began to guess what was inside his wife's head now, especially when his wife blinked so narrowly, wasn't there some hidden intent behind it?

Ralen leaned on her body, disappointed with her husband when she started thinking about the pleasure she would get if her husband did not go to the office today.

"Yesterday and last night I asked not to be loved," complained in a soft voice but still deliberately said it in front of the husband because he wanted the man to hear his complaint.

Just imagine, yesterday and last night she really wanted to but her husband instead nagged at length about a young pregnancy and said doctors should not often do it, he said he should be able to hold back but he couldn't stand it.

Really her testosterone hormone so very high even more than her own husband, she herself felt strange because every time she saw her husband even wanted to be touched and do that.

"Because the doctor warned us Jelita, you've been complaining about your stomach cramping all of a sudden, I don't want to take any chances!" Ipul said firmly, affirming to the woman who was whining to him.

Ipul stroked the wife's cheek, "you should do busyness so as not to always think of my deadly movements."

Ralen's eyes widened again while her husband even smiled seductively, really now her cheeks turned red she who used to be innocent had indeed turned wild uncontrollably even more so since she was pregnant, really now that her cheeks had turned into red, oh god she really has trouble regulating her desire to feel the touch and sensation caused by touch after touch that her husband gives.

"Can't be Sai." Ralen whined spoiled while holding the hand of her husband to keep her from leaving.

Pulp stroking hair and then peeking the top of the head of a woman who is whining is not clear want perverted things in the morning.

The man crouched down and peeked at his flat stomach repeatedly, "you must be strong because Papa does not want to see your Mama continue and always whines like this," talking in front of the stomach as if the baby in the womb could hear.

"Bag.."

Ipul looked up and looked into his wife's eyes, "patience, yes" he said.

That's all when what the wife wants is not patience, the wife wants another.

Blame himself for luring a pregnant woman with high testosterone, and now he does not want to take the risk to choose to ignore his wife's wishes.

"Aaahh Mas Sai." Ralen's voice sounded sad when her husband stood up and would surely leave.

****

"Look at all my skin is all red!" Daniya showed Agatha the skin of her arms, which were raised red bumps.

He was in an apartment rented by a friend.

Not pity but Agatha instead laughed at what happened to Daniya.

"And you have told me to go home to Mama Dayna's house, even though Mama Dayna is angry with you but I'm sure she won't have the heart to see you suffer" chirped Agatha, "you're hurting yourself" he added.

"You encouraged me to fight in order to get the Clouds" Daniya snorted.

"But not a struggle with torturing yourself Dani."

Agatha shook her head unexpectedly with the thought of her friend, aren't there still so many better ways than what Daniya is doing now?

Daniya applied olive oil on her red and bumpy skin and hoped the itch would also subside.

Really he itches even since then he did not stop moving to scratch.

"There's a lot you can do" Agatha said calmly.

"But for now only in this way can I get the Clouds, first I have to take the heart of my mother and father and also the impolite little boy named Arda!"

To take the heart of his parents he will not be difficult but for an Arda, really he felt annoyed because his sister seemed to keep a distance with him, continued to be ketus also cynical towards him.

Obviously they won't be able to get along as quickly as a brother and that's so annoying, he doesn't want to get along with Arda just that he needs his sister to get behind him and provide support.

Support to do crazy things in order to take the husband from his own sister.

"When are you going back to England?" daniya asked, shifting the subject.

When he came to visit Agatha hospital he had told her that his friend was going back to England but when to leave Agatha had not told him.

"Fusa."

"Well!" Agatha was surprised to hear that.

"The deer? you've gone mad? that's very fast!" Daniya was not happy and protested.

She still desperately needed her friend, at least that was the only person she could talk to about the Clouds without pretending to be a weak woman.

If Agatha comes back to England then what about her? because Agatha knows herself so well that she will not hesitate to tell what she feels without the need to cover up.

Agatha went from the couch to the kitchen to pick up a bottle of water from the refrigerator and then downing it while standing, the woman looked very thirsty probably talking and hearing Daniya make her throat dry and should be moistened.

"I have to go back to work Dani, my money is almost used up to finance the cool guy who keeps on memorizing me every time I meet," Agatha said with an annoyed face.

In fact the man who made him come to this country was only a kere man and also a matre who used him, he said, he was upset and angry that even the last meeting he willingly punched the man in the face to vent his frustration because the man was still asking for money from him.

"I'm not you, and I can't be like you Dani, you despite not working the money will still go into your account, who else if it wasn't Mama Dayna who sent it." Agatha kept back the half-filled bottle.

Daniya was silent, she admitted her mother was very good even when she was angry and disappointed with him was still sending money and it was done by the mother yesterday, also when he took the car in his mother's house still with a smile when he came.

There was a sense of wanting to go home to the adoptive mother but she had to hold back, not to do that before the Clouds became hers.

Daniya's eyes followed where Agatha stepped and woke up when she saw her friend was busy stuffing clothes into a suitcase.

"I'll be coming to England soon" said Daniya, helping her friend with the items she would bring back to Britain.

Agatha nodded, always call me."

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