Trapped With The Jelita
Don't Disturb

Ralen went down the stairs with a sullen face, the matter of the shirt still lingering in his mind.

It seems he is too sensitive, he is also aware that his sensitive nature has become more excessive but does not know why he has trouble controlling his sensitive nature.

"Don't follow your Papa's annoying nature," stroking her belly speaks to a baby who doesn't even hear herself.

"Well you want to go for a walk and pout like that?" Mama Riska asked confusedly.

Earlier this morning his daughter-in-law was so excited to go for a walk and even eat very fast but why now even show an uninspired face mixed with annoyance.

What the hell's going on?

Hasn't the son-in-law been alone in the room, and then quarreled with whom? or who has upset him?

For a while, Mama Riska had not thought that her son had made her favorite daughter-in-law like this.

"Why are you Ralen?" Mama Riska repeated the question once her daughter-in-law was sitting next to her who had been waiting for her since.

The two have agreed to go together this afternoon.

Go wherever the son-in-law wants and he will be happy to accompany.

"Mas Sai brought the shirt that Ralen used to wear Ma," Ralen argued with his pursed lips.

Cute and adorable, if there is currently an Ipul maybe the man will immediately ambush his wife with a savage.

Just contact Mama Riska immediately annoyed, "Thread is indeed ngeselin! already knew his wife was pregnant there was a course of action," Mama Riska murmured.

Hearing complaints from the son-in-law makes him want to pull the ears of the child who seems to never listen to his words, even though he has told his son a thousand times to not always provoke the emotions of pregnant women, but also to not always provoke the emotions of pregnant women, as best as possible avoid making mistakes but in fact his son even often makes a tantrum.

It is clear that now Mama Riska is more in favor of her daughter-in-law, actually the real child is Ralen or Ipul? why Ipul is always the wrong person in the eyes of his beloved mother.

Or maybe Mama Riska who is tired of taking care of her son and wants to replace him with a daughter?

Coincidentally Ralen has become his son-in-law so that Ipul is getting knocked out every second.

Ralen's face looks still sulking complaining about the husband to his mother-in-law who is now trying as much as possible to restore his mood to return cheerful as this morning.

"Let's go now."

Apparently, the persuasion of the in-laws was very successful, as evidenced when Ralen began to regain his spirit and had moved from his seat and walked out of the house.

Mama Riska smiled broadly following the daughter-in-law who when viewed from behind her body shape had begun to show changes as a pregnant woman.

From the front it is not yet visible because of the size of the chest is quite contained, but once seen from the back it looks clear there is a change from the size of the waist and armpit circumference.

Any woman who is experienced about pregnant women will certainly be able to realize that Ralen is pregnant.

"Loh, you know." Mama Riska was astonished when Ralen even stood beside the motorbike.

"The car is that." pointed to the car that was ready to deliver them to a mall that became the destination.

Earlier, Mama Riska invited Ralen to watch a movie in the cinema, Mama Riska thought Ralen would not want to but was very excited to make her smile widely to see the mood of the daughter-in-law change quickly.

But now he was again confused when Ralen instead stood near the bike, without needing to be told of course what the purpose was.

Ralen shook his head, "Ralen again wants to ride Ma's motorbike." unexpectedly Ralen took out the motor key from inside his small bag which was already on his shoulder.

"Mama is sure your Mas Sai forbid, not allow," guessed Mama Riska who suddenly made Ralen nodded lethargicly.

Her husband did forbid her to carry a motorbike, giving a clear warning not to be violated, but now Ralen really wants to ride his bike, too, since she was declared pregnant by a doctor, she is no longer allowed to ride a motorcycle.

For her husband's lecture that even delivered, the man gave himself up to wake up early in the middle of dizziness nausea that often whack, sometimes even her husband also came to pick her up, she said, although more often the driver who came but the attention of the man was extraordinary even though sometimes still annoying, Ralen still felt grateful for all the attention from her husband.

But for today please let Ralen ride the bike, he really wants not the reason for the baby in his stomach but because he who has always been used to carrying a motorbike a day does not feel bad but when pregnant he continues to resist his wishes.

"Mama asked Mas Sai first then." had taken out the phone and will make a call but his hand was held by Ralen, in check and Ralen also shook his head.

"Kan Mas Sai does not give permission, so Mama's phone is also free," tweeted Ralen, his voice sounded very soft as he was whispering.

Her in-laws let out a long sigh, "obviously not allowed right? that means do not argue," said Mama Riska who actually pity to see the heartbreaking face of her daughter-in-law but she also did not want to violate the prohibition made by the child for both of them.

No, more precisely the three of them because now there is a baby growing in the womb of the son-in-law.

"Ma." Ralen instead deliberately whining to make his parents-in-law feel sorry for him but also afraid of his son at the same time.

Mama Riska set her breath before giving her advice to persuade her daughter-in-law to understand.

"Ralen," called Mama Riska as she looked at the daughter-in-law she loved like her own daughter.

Ralen looked at the woman who, despite her age, was still very tight and had no black spots on her face, very different from her mother's.

Not the purpose of comparing just the fact that is what is seen, in this time very clearly visible differences in their degrees.

"Your Sai Mas forbid there must be a reason and definitely the reason because he loves you and your baby, nothing will happen to you two," said Mama Riska while landing her palm on the stomach of the daughter-in-law who if touched like this already feels prominent.

"So massage with Mama, honestly Mama is afraid that until your Mas Sai is angry," said Mama Riska.

"Nyeremin knows," he continued by showing a look of horror.

He also does not understand his son who often acts silly can be very scary if he is angry, it would be better they avoid making trouble if they do not want to be exposed to the tantrums of the child.

With a heavy heart Ralen nodded, if this was the case he would not be able to force the in-laws to obey what he wanted.

"That's dong." Mama Riska smiled very widely, "like we have to leave now, afraid of the ticket to the abyss," said the mother.

Ralen nodded then kept the keys back into the bag and walked side by side with her in-laws to the car that was waiting for them.

The driver was standing waiting very ready to take them wherever they wanted.

"Thankfully it's not blocked." Ipul muttered with relief knowing his contact was not blocked by the wife as has often happened.

Since then he had continued to check his cellphone, check his wife's number to find out whether he was blocked or not, Ralen's habit when fighting would block contact was very memorized, he was very familiar, until he repeatedly checked but apparently this time Ralen did not do that.

Not doing annoying habits when they quarrel or when the woman is cramming like now.

After completing an impromptu meeting with two field personnel Ipul then rushed to contact the wife, want to talk.

The man waited a long time and began to get impatient when his phone call was not answered by his wife.

"Not blocked but the phone won't answer, wouldn't it be better to block!" annoyed jolt.

He thinks it's better to be blocked because he won't be able to contact at all than not be blocked but the phone is ignored, it's a lot of annoying for him.

Until finally, Ipul decided to contact the Mama who he knew was with his wife.

Sure, because his mother had sent him a message that they would go watch.

"Women who are underworked" she grumbled because she again had to wait before her call was answered by the mother.

"Jelita is Mama, right?" directly attacking with questions does not even need to voice unnecessary pleasantries because he contacted also his own mother who is very familiar with his behavior.

"Mom again watch Jelita, so don't bother."

"Ma..."

Tut Tut's.

Even Ipul was not allowed to finish what he wanted to say, his mother did not give himself a chance to talk, directly without further ado turning off the phone connection.

Really Ipul just opened his mouth and it seemed like just a breath that he just let out.

"God! two women if you've joined why so annoying!" oceh the man who loosened his tie.

He felt the tie was too tight coiled around his neck making him have trouble breathing.

The man was silly, blaming the tie when he was always an emotion, it seemed like he was very excess blood.

Wouldn't it be better if he just donated his blood? it seems more useful than having to hoard it, because it seems like the man has high blood that has exceeded the threshold because when there is a little reluctance it has been directly ignited and exploded.

"Let's get our young master back to the hotel."

The assistant entered and immediately invited his young master to return to the hotel where they stayed while in Surabaya.

Actually in every city where the subsidiary stands there will always be a house that he can live but do not know why the man even prefers to stay in the hotel.

Maybe in order to wash your eyes, will not there be many women in the hotel?

But it seems like the thought no longer needs to be thought about because a Saipul Gunawan will not dare to wash his eyes let alone to see another woman he does not know.

Doesn't he know?

Doesn't that mean he'll still glance at the woman he already knows? hm?

"Mas."

The footsteps of Ipul who was just about to enter the hotel suddenly stopped when his ears heard a call from a voice that was very familiar to him.

A voice that will always remind him of what he did first, until his memory was thrown in a few years ago when he had just entered the office of the Papa and held one of the companies of men who had calmed down in another place, a place that was eternal.

The pulse twists its body to see who is standing behind it and the eyeballs no longer blink with its moving mouth mentioning one name that makes it feel guilty.

The man stared motionless at all with his heart somehow pounding faster, he felt like it wanted to leave him.

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