Just Being a Doll Wife
132. The Relationship that Hanging

When the street lights are on. As the sun descended into the quarrel, and the reddish twilight began to dissipate. A car drove fast from the main gate. The man who got out of the car got stuck, walked quickly into the house. He's Amerla's father, the man rushed out of his office after getting a call from his daughter-in-law.

"Where's Erla?" her tan was half-calling at the female servant who greeted her at the door.

"Miss is in the master's room, and the madam hasn't come home yet." The middle-aged woman retreated in fear as Amerla's father began to nag. He told her to call his wife to go home soon. While he rushed up. The pace replaced the silence that all day is in the house like this uninhabited.

Brak! The door rang out. When the door handle he pulled it was locked. Bug, bug, the harder he hits the door.

"Erla! Get out! Ibram is coming to get you. Exit you! I want you to know when you humiliate your father. You're not satisfied to see your father humiliated by his own son-in-law." The door slammed and the man's screams did not reply. From within is silence. Makes her more emotional. When the servant came to approach her, the woman became the place of her anger. "Amerla! Out!" Hit the door again.

In the room. Amerla dropped the pencil she was holding. The drawing board fell down when he woke up. Actually he was willing to open the door when the door was getting hardened, but, when his father called Ibram's name he retreated out of fear.

Nah! There is no way Brother Ibram came to humble himself here. Amerla was so sure of that. Ibram's arrival to his home will only be a kind of defeat on his pride. He just does not want to lose to the CEO of Gardenia Pacific Mall rival it. Especially from the wife he threw away.

"Erla! Open it!" Dad's screams are getting louder.

Not long after, silence was created. Amerla is approaching the door. Close ones ears. What gave up. But, just deep in heart, she again heard her father's voice, this time also the mother's voice. And the sound of the key swiping. And brak! Dad kicked the door.

The girl's legs trembled, docked to the bed.

"Based on a brat! Besides shaming your parents you're ignoring your father too!" The father who was burning with anger and pride approached Amerla, his hands raised. Amerla curled up with trembling legs, closing her eyes. Protecting his head with both hands raised. My own father wants to hit me with his inner pain. But he just resigned.

"My husband don't!" She held her husband's arm. Amerla opened her eyes when she heard me speak.

Deg. Did mom defend me. He looked at his mother in disbelief.

"If Nak Ibram sees Erla's wounds later he's increasingly dislikeful of Erla how." Mother's answer flew a speck of novelty that foolishly appeared just now.

Huh! Whahuh? The girl who was trembling in fear laughed inwardly, when she heard her mother's worries. What he was worried about wasn't me. What he fears remains Brother Ibram. Haha, funny. My heart rippled just now.

Hearing mother's words it seemed like father was trying to hold back the anger as best he could. He looked at Amerla with a faint look.

"Clean yourself! Don't let Ibram see that pathetic look of yours!" He turned around and saw his wife. "Take him."

No one answered, neither Amerla nor her mother. Dad came out by slamming the door making Amerla aghast fall sitting on the bed. No one moved from their position, both of them were silent.

Amerla is helpless. The confused mother wants to start talking.

"Mother..." Amerla finally opened her voice. He got up, wiped the paper. "Sir Ibram came here too just to deliver the divorce papers. You better prepare yourself for that."

"Erlla!" Mom approached, shaking her son's shoulder. "Conscious! We have no other choice. You have no choice but to go back to Ibram. I told you this was for the good of all of us."

Amerla chuckled, letting go of mom's hands.

"Our good? Huh! Your kindness is all right."

"Erla, we're a family."

It's funny, a time like this a new mother alludes to the family. Where you've been all this time. Didn't I sacrifice too much. Amerla wants to spill all of her head right now. But she bit her lips until it hurt. If she gets kicked out of her parents' house, she has nothing and nobody to run away from. Until he swallows again all his complaints into the heart.

"Mom, there's nothing to fix between me and Ibram Bu. We already hate each other. So realize! Just the divorce ends our marriage." That's all that's left in our relationship, ma'am. There was something piercing in Amerla's heart when she said it.

"Erla! What do you want after the divorce! What do you have besides the widow's status! You want to be a disgrace, you think there will be rich young master glancing at you again!"

Amerla must have exploded in anger. It could be that he would slam what was in front of him, yelling at his mother. But now, he was just clenching his hands holding all the sadness in his heart.

There was applause from the door, Amerla and mother turned their heads. Climbing in shock, when he saw who was standing while smirking arrogantly. The man laughed mockingly. Amerla's father beside her endured the embarrassment and anger. Ibram looked at Amerla with piercing eyes.

"Out of all, I want to talk to my wife."

"Mother! No, I beg you, ma'am." Amerla took her mother's hand. Holds his arm tightly. Seeing Ibram's threatening eyes, he was terrified that he had to be left alone. "Dad, I beg Dad. I beg you."

Slowly she took Amerla's hand off her arm, then she walked towards the door. Subjugating head to Ibram. He did not look even though Amerla called him.

And the door of the room was closed.

Ibram swept every corner of the room with his eyes. Then walk and touch some things. Amerla was standing stiffly by the table. He covered his sketches with a pile of blank paper.

"How dare you run away from me."

Amerla glanced at the exit, her gaze visible to Ibram. The man laughed as he dropped his body on the bed.

"You want to get out of the room? Go then! If you're curious to see me do what to you in front of your troublesome father and mother." The grimness alone had made Amerla's mind instantly freeze. He did not dare to challenge Ibram in the slightest now. "Why? You're not curious? I was curious."

Amerla squeezes her vibrating fingers. Fear spreads by itself. Long time no see Ibram, when he saw his face now, all kinds of suffering he went through in the house Ibram when it was like dancing in front of his eyes.

"Why silence? Kneel down and crawl over here and beg me to forgive Erla." Ibram laughed, yet from his expression as he looked at Amerla it seemed like he was surprised.

He's shining again. Deg. Damnit damnit! Ibram cursed his own heart. The slum girl despite wearing the expensive clothes that she last saw. Amerla who was extinguished at that time, how possible, now she is back shining and beautiful.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Amerla could only be baffled by the question Ibram gave her.

"How dare you meet another man behind my back, you ignorant woman!" As he was about to get up and approach Amerla who had retreated, Ibram flinched himself. He remembered clearly, Amerla's father said that all this time the girl had only locked herself in the room. Even the waiter justifies that.

Daritadi Ibram talks like he's a monologue. Because Amerla hasn't opened her mouth yet.

"You want to test my patience! I'm gonna pull my hair and I'm gonna drag you out of this house. Kneel down and beg me to forgive you!"

With her hands still shaking and sweating, Amerla fell on the floor of the room. The sound of his knees hitting the floor clapped. He dropped his palms, both of them stuck to the floor. He looks like a dog that will bark if he is told to bark. Ibram started to change the annoyed expression on his face. He smiled as the girl in front of him grew more and more helpless.

"I beg Brother." Amerla's voice stopped. He stared at the floor, his heart ached.

No, our relationship can no longer be saved. The girl muttered bitterly.

"I'll crawl at your feet, legs, I'll kiss your feet too if that's what you want. I'll beg you to make you satisfied." Amerla is getting bowed.

"Well! You already know your situation. Now do it, everything you said just now." Ibram laughed mockingly, while patting Amerla's bed.

Still with sweaty hands, Amerla took a deep breath. He prepared courage.

"I'll do it Brother, but, grant my request, I beg you. I'll do all these things to please Brother Ibram." Breathe in deeply. "I beg you, brother, divorce me, let me go."

The grin on Ibram's lips instantly vanished.

"I'll crawl and kiss Brother's feet, but I beg you to divorce me."

"You're crazy!"

Ibram thought Amerla was going to beg him to come back. Begging him to keep giving business capital to his family. But what he heard now, in fact, was that he begged to be banished.

"You've really gone crazy for not seeing me for long. Huh." Ibram gripped Amerla's hand pulling her, and threw the girl onto the bed. "What do you have to say? Huh! Divorce! After running away instead of thinking about your mistakes you're going crazy!"

Ibram pulls the clothes attached to Amerla's body, laboriously maintaining the girl. But, the position of Ibram on it makes it only able to bite the lips resigned. When full of anger the man who is still her husband status forced to kiss her. Biting his shoulder until it blushes. Because Amerla didn't fight back, Ibram got more emotional.

"You have a boyfriend again? Don't you? You already have another man who can support you. Answer!"

Amerla stared at Ibram's angry eyeballs.

"I even want to die Brother."

"What?"

"Are you happy after torturing me? Why don't you just kill me, brother. So that I disappear. I'm sick, I'm tired. I was in pain but no one cared. Even my own mother and father. They knew what Big Brother was going to do to me, but they closed the door and left. So, do what you want to do to me. Hit me until Big Brother is satisfied, season me and vent Big Brother's desire until Brother is fed up. But I beg you, divorce me and let me go after that." Amerla turned her face. Looking towards the window. Tears fell on his cheeks.

Ibram's hand grips loosened. Seeing Amela's tears falling again, her legs shifted from her thighs. He pulled the blanket, threw it at Amerla's body until it covered her face.

"Damn it!" Ibram curses while getting out of bed.

Was he touched by my words, Amerla murmured. What this really is will be the end of his relationship with Ibram. What status a widow will stick in her life. Huh! Never mind Erla, what you're crying about. The girl's eyes grew watery, inexplicably crying over the end of her relationship with Ibram. But this is what he wanted.

Amerla pulled out the blanket that covered her head. He tried to get up so he could sit down, even falling over because the blanket on his body wrapped around him.

What the hell!

Ibram refrained from smiling, he bellowed looking for anything else to see. Amerla looks troubled but manages to sit down. He pulled out a blanket, covering the front of his body. His clothes were torn.

"My answer? you met another man?"

"No. I was just in the room, I never left the house."

"Well! What are you doing in the room? Crying fate?"

Amerla looked down and was silent.

"Java!"

"What am I living for? I just thought about it."

My reason for rising from this miserable life. That's all I do, brother. And I've found my reason for surviving. Not to love or to hope to be loved. I want to shine, with the design of the clothes I made. I want to live to be the new Amerla, who pursues dreams with my own hands. If I answer that, what is the reaction of Brother Ibram yes. Is he going to pry me and scorn me. Amerla who only has a beautiful face and a beautiful body, thinking about dreams, you really have gone crazy. Maybe that's what I'll hear from Brother Ibram. The girl ventured into Ibram's eyes, seeing his reaction.

"Basic fool!" Amerla did not respond to any of the insults. "I'll give you time, reflect on your mistakes and come back to me. I didn't give you long Erla. Think of your family dying if I throw you away."

Why do I care about a family that doesn't care about me.

"Just divorce me, brother, and look for the woman you want out there."

"Shut your mouth!"

"Does Brother Ibram love me?"

Degs... Deg

"Think well of my words, now I let you here." Ibram did not answer Amerla's question.

"If Brother Ibram doesn't love me, what else does Brother do? Please, let me go. Divorce me and find another woman."

"You're trashing me again?"

Amerla.

"Two weeks, I don't wait that hard."

As Ibram approached and crept on the bed, the girl retreated until she hit the corner of the bed. Ibram's hand gripped Amerla's chin.

"If I hear you meeting another man for two weeks I give you time, then there is no more mercy for you. You get it." Ibram kissed Amela's cheek. And whisper. "I'm going to take you to a hell that's more terrifying than yesterday when you tried to seduce CEO Rionald."

Ibram waved his hand as he exited the room door. While Amerla gripped the blanket that covered her chest with trembling hands.

Wh why? Why is he so obsessed with me!

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