When a Neglected Wife Moves

Emotion regrets.

"It's late, I'll take you home."

It had been two hours Dylan persuaded his lover to go home, but Jelita still did not want to move even a little, he just drowned his face under a thick blanket owned by Dylan.

From this afternoon Jelita's phone kept ringing, Marseille galang and Tristan kept calling her.

However, Jelita is a little safe because at the same time his family is busy with the demands that are sometimes presented to Brandon Dwi Pangga.

It was precisely Dylan himself who persuaded Jelita to go home "It is not yet time for us to sleep one room like this dear, I might be able to forgive you!" Dylan rubbed Jelita's head.

"I told you. I don't want to go home, Dylan! Leave me here, you go to the guest room!" Tell the woman.

Dylan giggled "Did you already feel like being the big lady here Miss? To the point of expelling the owner of this house hmm?" Ask.

Jelita slightly lowered the black blanket from her face and showed a clear look.

"I'm gonna elope with you, Dylan, we're getting married without my parents, and then we're getting out of here, you got a lot of money, right? We buy a new house again, a place where no one will find us. A place where no one will disturb and separate us!" Her request.

Dylan smiled then approached the little lady's face "All it takes is process, believe me, I can definitely convince your parents! It is precisely with your childlike actions like this that increasingly makes your family hate me!" His speech was gentle, occasionally the tip of his nose he rubbed on the tip of Jelita's nose.

"But, ..."

Jelita could no longer say, Dylan had made his body float in front of the chest of the man's field "I'll propose to you one more time, tonight!" Her firmness.

Dylan walked out of the room and down the stairs still with upright steps despite carrying the body of a woman.

The weight of Jelita is 45 kg with a height of only 155. Obviously 2kg of his run was probably to the front of his body which often made the junior suddenly wriggle uncontrollably.

Therefore, Dylan was determined to intend to return Jelita to his parents' house only. Dylan didn't want to have any intimate activities before he officially married his woman. That, one form of respect to Jelita who he had loved so much for a long time.

"Dylan."

"Hmm?" Dylan glanced at Jelita in between his steps.

"..........." Jelita was silent with a gaze attached to the handsome face of her lover.

Jakunnya, her thin bewok, her blushing lips, her bangir nose, her firm eyebrows, Jelita very like everything that is on Dylan.

Dylan took another glance at Jelita and the look in his eyes made him even more confident "What did the big madam imagine? It's not time yet!" Insinuations.

"........" Jelita was still silent but this time the necklace of her hands the more she stretched.

Arriving at the front yard one car was open and ready to take both to the main residence of Marseille.

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After enjoying the traffic jam typical of the capital Jakarta, the white luxury car arrived in the courtyard of the classic house owned by Marseille. Dylan then led his future wife to the terrace.

"Are you sure you want to propose to me again, Dylan?" Ask Jelita. The man confidently nodded.

Jelita opened the door with her key and then took Dylan's hand into the house owned by the father "Mah, Pah, Bang!" Jelita.

However, only Mirea came to meet these lovers and it seemed that the 49-year-old woman was no longer angry at the owner of this handsome face.

"Jeje! Why did you just come home? Where are your brothers going?" Ask.

Obviously, that means Marseille Galang and Tristan are still taking care of Brandon's case at the police station.

"Good night Auntie!" Dylan smiled as he gave a solemn submission to his future father-in-law.

Mirea returned the handsome man's smile, there was a regretful gesture as well as a thank you implied on her peaceful face.

"Night Son," Mirea approached "Tante would like to say thank you, all this time you have accompanied and healed Jeje's grief!"

"I'm sorry Auntie, has accused you who are not, Auntie really has been blinded by the sweet treatment of my daughter-in-law," he said sincerely.

"Ga papa Aunty, I know, all mothers will do that if they are in the Aunty position!"

Mirea was touched to hear every word that broke from Dylan's lips, so very wise and humble, obviously this man was different from the behavior of Edbert who always spoke arrogant.

A little Mirea also knows the figure of Ranti when participating in social service activities, maybe Dylan was down to the good nature of his mother.

"Well, Jeje can't keep in touch with Dylan?" Jelita crumpled on her mother's arm whining.

"Mom, it's up to you Papah."

"Ekm ekm!" From behind Jelita Marseille's body had just arrived at her residence.

"Of!" Sapa Dylan when capturing the high figure of his future father-in-law as well as Jelita who also turned to his father "Pah!"

"Father forbid it!" Marseille Resolute.

Not thinking much longer. Jelita grabbed Dylan's hand and pulled him "Too as soon as we get out of here, Dylan! We'll elope!" Bring along.

"Darling!" Dylan shook his head "No this is not the way." She looked at him with a stare full of persuasion.

Despite being married, Jelita's age still does not lie, what else is the youngest daughter, then certainly her thoughts can never be aligned with Dylan's independent thinking is also wise.

"Father forbid our relationship, Dylan! What are you, ..."

"Ok ok! Can do!" In the end Marseille relented when she saw her daughter's rebellious attitude, it seems Jelita was already exposed to the acute Bucin virus "Originally on condition!" Pinta Marseille firmly.

Dylan smiled after getting a glimmer of hope from his future father-in-law "What Om? Call it!" Strictly without hesitation.

"You must promise never to wish my daughter, what more polygamy than your father!" Indict Marseille.

Dylan quickly nodded "Om of course! No need to ask for it! I'll always try not to hurt her." He promises.

"Thank you Papah! Jeje dear Papah!" Jelita slammed into her father's arms. Blissfully.

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Days changed, the sound of birds chirping has accompanied the dense day, occasionally the funny creature pecked the opposite sex fondly with his partner on the roof there.

Two months after Brandon's arrest, Anson fell ill, apparently the handsome and loving man was unable to accept the fact that his only son allowed the vile deeds done by Shasha even almost harmed his favorite Jelita.

He should have been able to hold a grandchild at the age of 45 years but unfortunately Yaki was not then his son languished in prison.

As already, today Jelita swiped her ex-in-law who was like her real father to the hospital, and this time Dylan also accompanied the lover.

All Jelita wants to introduce a prospective husband that she might marry in the near future.

"Room, ..." Jelita approached Anson's bed and Emma appeared to show red eyes as if she had just cried.

"Mi, ..." Jelita put a flower that smells very Anson likes on the nightstand.

"Jeje, who are you?" Anson asked as he glanced at Dylan.

Dylan smiled "Morning Om!" His greeting.

"At first," Anson then turns to Jelita "Who's the Je." Ask again.

Emma had seen Dylan's handsome face several times, but never once told Anson about it.

Jelita embraces Dylan's one-armed "This is Dylan, Jeje Pi's future husband!" Her speech.

Immediately Emma got up from her seat glaring and gnawing on her waist "So after throwing my son into prison you want to be comfortable remarrying Jeje? Very cute to you!" Suddenly strangled.

"Emma! Keep talking!" Sambar Anson glared.

"My Jeje deserves to be happy with a man who loves her, E'den in prison is not Jeje's fault! Precisely your son who has betrayed also tried to cover up his crime jallang!" Furious next.

Why does it seem like his wife never once got a lesson from the way through, always be angry without considering who was wrong.

"But Pi, pity E'den! If Jeje wants to marry again, at least withdraw the demands! Let E'den get out of jail! Then find a soul mate again! So that we can soon give grandchildren!" Sela Emma with her hoarse voice cried, it had been days that the woman was crying over the situation.

"You killed your granddaughter! Maybe this is the karma God gave you! Or the swearing of Yaki's wrath on her murderous grandmother!" Anson Sarcass.

"Hiks hyx!" At once Emma sobbed to recall her stupidity while believing in Shasha's incitement. If only, if, if any, all the words that describe the phrase supposition often times he is inner right.

Want to go back in time to get her granddaughter "Hiks Diks back, so this is all my fault?" Emma stared blankly at Jelita's face.

After sobbing suddenly the woman giggled amusedly "Hihihi, so I killed her? I killed my own grandson Jeje?" Ask loudly.

Jelita frowned a little frightened at the change in Emma's emotions that was so fast as "Mami. Don't keep blaming yourself like this, it's all fate, ...." Not finished Jelita's speech.

"Haha!" Emma was blown away and then she immediately let out her voice "Hiks hysteria!" his sobs.

"Dome!" Anson covered his wife's cheeks, nothing implied in the woman's eyes. Empty and empty.

"Huhuhuhu, .... I'm sorry Papi, I killed him!" Emma exploded hysterically "I killed my own grandson Pi! I'm evil! Ahaha!"

Realizing that his wife's mentality has been struck by some ill-fated incident in recent times, Anson immediately buried her face into his cleavage "Ssuutt, no, not you! Jeje's right, it's all fate!" He tried to calm.

Sesal then mastered Anson Dwi Pangga, why he had to say it to his wife, now maybe Emma needs psychological treatment.

"You're right Pi, I'm wrong! Hiks hyks!" Emma's emotions are still unstable sometimes crying sometimes laughing.

"Mommy! Forgive Jeje Mi!" Jelita also looks regretful with what happened to her former in-laws.

Dylan pulled Jelita and put the tiny body into her arms "It's not your fault, baby." His whisper then kissed the woman.

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