Just Being a Doll Wife
121. New Life Sheet

In a house that feels cold, not just because of low room temperature. Not because of the wind that enters through the air vents. However, because there is no closeness of the hearts of the residents. Create a cool atmosphere that meets every corner of the house.

Yeah, Amerla never used to worry about that. He had many friends who never spent time at home. He also worked from morning and evening, coming home just to rest. After marriage, she moved. He never felt the warmth of the family.

But now, it hurts.

When the heart is hurt, little by little it will make the owner of the heart lose its light. Like rose petals that have been broken, one by one, withered inedible time. That's what happened to Amerla.

He did not come out of his room except to take food. The first day, her mother was still noisy, the second day her father came to scold her. After getting tired of scolding Amerla, because the girl was only silent, not refuting or refuting, let alone defending herself. Makes the angry tired themselves. And they are busy with their own business. His father worked, his mother with the social world.

However, on weekends, because they are at home, inevitably they feel the existence of Amerla. And it provoked his father's emotions again. Moreover, his son-in-law Ibram began to question the financial statements he sent. Fortunately, the capital was not withdrawn. Amerla's mother finally came to the girl's room. Knocking on the door with a very loud voice so that his son woke up from his world.

As the door rattled open, a face that looked withered and shabby was seen. Mother gaped up in disbelief, where the disappearance of the beautiful face of her son who had been proud. He was getting furious, could-can his son turn miserable like this.

"Erla, you're crazy! Until when you want to be here!"

Mom went into the room, looked at every corner of the room. Piles of paper were everywhere, even partially scattered, The breakfast leftover plate was still lying on the table. The closed room window. Irritated, the mother walked to the window, pushed the glass window wide open, the wind instantly slapped her face and entered the room.

"What happened to you Erla? your husband isn't even looking for you. Your in-laws didn't pick up mom's phone either."

Amerla's mother already knew, because her in-laws contacted her back then. He accused her of not being able to educate children, as Amerla teased another male business partner of her husband. How sad Amerla's mother was then. And now, looking at the scattered paper, you're struggling with the designs of the clothes again. Fuck up! You don't know how bad the situation is now!

Amerla was silent, sitting on the bed. Look at the open window. It was cold, the air was out there. It seems like I haven't breathed fresh air in a long time.

Still tight-lipped, the girl woke up. Tidying up the design papers scattered on the floor. He laughed at what he had done these days. Like a madman, he drew designs again. In the past, he created clothes for the game Kak Rion. The proud man, who said, his hand is like the hand of a god, because every scratch of that hand always creates a miracle. Rion's sister always praised the results of her dress design. He looked at the design again, this time he made clothing designs for humans. Not for the game.

"Don't be surprised if Brother Ibram sends you a divorce letter ma'am." Slowly, Erla voiced. While sitting on a chair, with a stack of paper in front of him.

"You're crazy! Then what about your father's company. You want to make this family poor, after being poor, what do you want. With your bondage status." Mother is still babbling, how the fate of Amerla's sister if her brother becomes a widow.

Unknowingly, Amerla squeezed out one blank sheet of paper. Why do you only care about the fate of your husband's company Mom, I'm your son. I am the one who suffers. However, the girl was really tired, so she did not want to refute whatever she was complaining about. Although he was blamed though, with the fate of his sister.

It's up to you guys, to blame me or something. Just don't hit me or kick me out. Choose silence a thousand languages, so that his mother and father are not provoked by his anger. Because if he gets kicked out, he doesn't know where to go.

Her husband, Ibram doesn't even look for her. Today is her in-laws wedding anniversary. It means that there will be guests from big families coming. He's the one who disappeared, like something meaningless. Even its existence that is not detected, should be able to cause prejudice to his extended family right. But, Ibram did not even appear before him. To bring him home. The girl felt, this was the end of her relationship with Ibram who could no longer be saved.

Amerla's little heart was hurting. However, if he survives in that house, it is not only his heart that hurts. His body suffered more.

Mother approached Amerla's seat, turning the chair the girl was sitting on. Shaking his daughter's shoulder.

"In a quarrel marriage it's normal, you're wrong here, why are you flirting with other men in front of your husband." Mom still shakes Amerla's shoulder, resuscitates her son. "Of course he's angry. All you have to do is beg for his forgiveness, not run away and be a vagabond. Go back to your in-laws' house. Please forgive and apologize, for all of us Erla. I will accompany you. Now, shower and dress up, we go to your in-laws' house and kneel there." Mother was out of breath after speaking, to be honest she also did not want to kneel and humble herself like this. However, he also had to bear this shame because of the stupidity of his son.

Amerla laughed in her heart. Apparently, my mother was not much different from him. Their fate is the same. Both must succumb to the selfishness of a husband. Mother who must apologize, because the father also did not want to humble himself in front of his daughter-in-law. Even though his son-in-law has given a lot of money to the company.

"Sir Ibram slapped me Mom, he hit me, he pushed me into bed and vented his desires as he pleased." Amerla pulls her arm. "It hasn't disappeared yet. The bruises on my body can indeed be lost, but, what about here ma'am." Amerla scratches his heart, with her fingers. "And I was afraid that I would get much worse treatment, because I had already dared to run away from that house. So I beg Mom, I beg you. This time, help me. Please help this helpless child."

Mom let go of her hand. Stay away from the chair and the child. He still wanted to be angry, but he didn't have the right words for him to say right now.

"I want to open a new page of life, ma'am."

Amerla bowed, she turned her chair. Grabbing paper and pencil, unwilling to answer mother's words. Of all the things that the mother said, not at all tucked in the slightest of maternal worries on her.

"Erla! Be aware! you chose to marry Ibram, so now whatever the risk is you have to bear. After all, he wasn't being rude to you before, was it you who lured him in by teasing other men." Mother's words just revolved there. The point was to blame Amerla, and to ask the girl to give up once more, for the good of everyone.

Not answering, instead, she began to draw, she set her feet in anger, slammed the door and walked out of the room. A tear drop fell on the drawing paper that Amerla used to design the clothes.

The girl did not just realize. He blasphemed Merilin who had already stolen his only life expectancy. Day and night he curses that name. Saying that ugly girl and village do not know themselves, how can he be with Kak Rion. He doesn't deserve to stand next to a man as cool as Brother Rion.

Amerla also still mentioned the name of Rion repeatedly, so that God answered her prayer, that she wanted Rion's sister back. If he wants to be with Rion's sister.

However, the longer he cursed, the more angry his heart, he got nothing but fatigue, until he could only fall down, shivering to call the name of Kak Rion who did not care about him at all. She cried and got angry repeatedly.

While falling in the corner of the room, while lamenting fate, Amerla's hand nudged something. A sketchbook fell on his leg. He grimaced in pain as he grabbed the book.

Why you too! You're laughing at my fate too!

Amerla banged on her sketchbook, stopping as her eyes looked at the writing on the corner of the book cover. His tears he could not stand, fell just like that. The book he was holding now, was a gift from Brother Rion. The first time they got a gift after they officially dated. He remembered, how Kak Rion's facial expression and smile were when he gave this book to her.

For my Erlaku, keep shining like all the designs you make. My lover. I will always be there to support you.

And instantly, like a slap, those words opened his mind.

I threw away the good man, I threw him away. I'm the stupid one, I'm the crazy one. I think money is everything. I don't want to live poor with the owners of small game companies. Hicks, hyx. I'm the stupid one. I've hurt Rion's heart.

The girl cried all night in the corner of her room, it happened when she just returned to her parents' house. Crying as much as she fell asleep on the floor, hugging Kak Rion's gift sketchbook.

It might be too late to regret, but if given the chance, the girl wanted to meet once with Rion's sister and his wife Merylin. Not to disturb them, but he wants to finish his past and live by opening a new page again. After apologizing to both of them.

Huh! But, it seems like Brother Rion is no longer willing to see me.

The wind blew into the room, through the open window. The girl stared outside, then carrying a blank paper and pencil walked out of the balcony. The afternoon has crept up.

"What is Brother Ibram doing? Was the mother and father-in-law party a success? Or today, Brother Ibram took another woman to his parents' party and announced that we were divorced."

I don't know what the tears in Amerla's eyes mean. However, his lips forced themselves to smile. There is no hope left for love and love in his heart now. If there is something that makes him want to live, this is all he wants to do.

One pencil scratch fouled the white paper he was holding.

Seriate

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If I as a reader, I want Erla and Ibram back, and fall in love 😆

What about you guys? ⁇ ️🏃🏃