Forced to Marry a Cold Man
Pamali

"Basan gawak, usually talking continues in my heart, out of my room, "Sakti gawking at once, how can young master know anyway, he has a science of the yak, yak, Sakti continued to speak inwardly while coming out of Ibra's study.

"Awww. "sakti when a mouse lands on its head.

"Also young master" he said as he ran away before the other items also landed on his head.

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Ibra returned to her extended family home when it was late at night, although Ibra does not want this marriage but still the marriage makes his heart feel unsettled for fear of making mistakes and embarrassing himself at the time of ijab qobul later.

The latest blue car entered the courtyard of the mansion which has been welcomed by all servants, this is the first time in ten years Ibra returned home.

A flash of memory surfaced in his memory as he looked at the mansion, some cold sweat began to drench his forehead, the memory coming again instantly without being stopped. "Ibraaa, ibraaaaa ..." The voice of someone calling his name while crying still clearly entered in Ibra's eardrum.

"Young master, young master" Sakti said as he shook his master's body.

Ibra was still drowning in the voice that kept calling out her name. His body trembled more and more with his hands closing both earlobes. They were still in the car with dozens of maids staring at them as their master did not come out. Sakti immediately took the medicine in the front drawer of the car that his master used to consume when the memory suddenly appeared.

Sakti carefully put the drug into Ibra's mouth and immediately handed over the mineral water that he had previously opened the lid. Cold sweat is still clearly visible on Ibra's forehead, Sakti immediately exits the car leaving Ibra to calm down first.

Sakti saw one by one the servants who had lined up neatly waiting for his master, until his bead stopped right at a middle-aged man then smiled, "There is still work to be done my master in the car, you do not need to come alone to welcome his arrival, "sakti said.

The middle-aged man called Mr. Mul smiled with his eyes looking at what Ibra was doing in the car, "how could I not welcome the arrival of a young master who had not come home for nearly ten years." he replied with a smile.

Before long appeared Lusy from behind the door of the house with a suit of pants and suits closed his body, the impression of old was very far when he saw the middle-aged woman, the middle-aged woman, he moved his head to the right and left looking for the whereabouts of Ibra which did not appear at all the stem of his nose. "Where is the existence of the young master, Sakti ? why isn't she with you ?" he said he was surprised when he only saw Sakti alone.

Ibra who had just neutralized her condition in the car had started to feel back to normal, the voices she heard calling out to her slowly disappeared. Ibra circled her gaze outside the car and saw that Lusy was looking for her there.

Unknowingly the hand clenched as it looked at Lusy directly, The old woman really made her anger slowly rise.

Brakkk, up,

Ibra closed the car door in a loud voice to make all eyes turn towards him, "You didn't educate them well Mr Mul ???" his question to Mulyono sir with his hands pointed to some servants who dared to look at him.

"I'm sorry young master, I'll warn them, you're so handsome and dashing now, who doesn't want to see you" said Mr. Mul with a smile.

"Firing or beating them a hundred times because I have dared to look at me, I am not an exhibition that everyone can enjoy" said Ibra with fiery eyes staring intently at Mr. Mul and Lusy.

Ibra walks past the waitresses like super models walking on the red carpet with a deadly eye still heading towards Lusy and Mr. Mul. "Welcome young master" said the two, bowing their heads as Ibra stood before them.

Ibra stopped right beside Lusy, "I'm not the Ibra you destroyed ten years ago, wait and see my gift later." she whispered in the woman's ear with a deadly smile.

"Today I'm getting married, seeing you all makes me feel bad, where my bride I want to see her." she asked again.

"You've come, son? " said Aisyah and Attar along with a smile on their lips that was about to come out after hearing the news of the arrival of the son alone wayangnya.

"Where is my bride mom? " sanyanya.

"We haven't seen each other in a long time and you've been asking your future wife, wahh mommy will be jealous every day" Attar teased his wife.

Aisyah looked at the sweat on her son's forehead, the sweat-soaked shirt also did not escape her sight. "We go to mommy's room" he said, pulling his son's hand.

"Aishhh, he always forgets me when it comes to his son." said Attar in a small voice while walking after his wife and son.

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Aisyah sat Ibra on a soft sofa in her room, she looked at her son with sad eyes, her hands reaching for Ibra's face, wiping away the sweat that was still there.

"Mommy's sorry to have to take you to this house again, you still hear those weird noises?" he continued to stare at Ibra's face.

"Don't worry mom, I am okay," she replied, turning her face away.

"You always worry us because you always avoid" said Attar who just entered.

"Don't talk to my son like that" he said fiercely.

"He's also my son." he said again.

Ibra shook her head to see the behavior of her parents, how could they feel at home like this for years.

"I gave birth to her. "the rebuttal Aisha again did not accept with her husband's statement.

"Enough mom, where's my bride? you always argue" asked Ibra interrupting the conversation.

"She was in the guest room," Aisyah explained as she looked at Ibra.

"Ibra found him first, daddy continued a debate with mommy on the bed" he said again laughing out of the room.

"He is an adult" Attar said with a smile to his wife.

"What is adult? daddy should be worried about why Ibra could talk like that, whether or not he had argued on the bed," Aisyah's mind went everywhere.

***

Guest Rooms

Ibra walked up the stairs to the guest room, the steps she made as quickly as possible even sometimes jumping several stairs at once, he wants to meet with Nadia immediately and continue talking about the rules they should do after marriage.

Ibra had already reached the front door of the guest room, her hand was about to grab the doorknob, "wait for the young master," her hand stopped and turned to the source of the voice, there was already Sakti running towards her.

"You can not enter the young master," said Sakti with a breath that is still boring.

"Which you rule me, " said Ibra indifferently.

"Said people his name is Pamali young master" said Sakti.

"Pamali? who is she ? didn't you just kill him easily." he said again, which made Sakti pat his head.

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