Just Being a Doll Wife
153. Longing And Anger

The Andalusian State House Mall.

A sense of loneliness and disgust gripped Ibram in his room. He slammed his phone into the bed. How dare he ignore me. He muttered with trembling lips. No message came from Amerla, even when she saw Amerla social media, the girl instead updated the latest post, making her anger even more overflowing.

"I gave you time to reflect on your mistakes, you even dared to do this Erla! Looks like you're really tired of living ya."

Ibram waited for Amerla, convinced that the girl would tremble in fear of her threat, and would return home, pleading with her. But this, a week had passed, there was no sign of his arrival, not even he sent a message. Active again on social media.

Ibram's patience, which is just like a thin sheet of hair, is gone now. He will force Amerla to return to him, even by dragging the girl's hair to follow him.

He stared at the bed and swept through the room, all the objects inside the room were still the same. Nothing has changed, not even makeup tools and all Amerla gear are still in place. When the servant at the behest of the mother was asked to take care of all that, Ibram forbade him and drove the servant away. Ibram sighed bitterly. In her little heart she missed the girl. Even more so rises to the surface, when she gathers with her friends or comes to an event. Amerla will always be by her side.

Even though the girl's smile was fake while writhing on her arm, it was still much better than it was now, when she was alone.

Erla's empty space once tried to fill Ibram with the figure of another woman, but eventually she also drove the woman away, because instead only the shadow of Amerla flashed in her mind. But still, the ego and the anger in it are far more explosive than the love in his heart. Until his common sense can not be used to think and still beat his ego. He just wants Amerla to come back to him, even by forcing the girl.

Perhaps, if Ibram could change. Because the relationship between the two people is actually already sick. Not only did Amerla have to change her attitude and heart, but Ibram had to do the same. However, once again, his ego and self-esteem were still soaring.

Ibram with a somber look and upset came out of the room, his parents were already in the dining room. The father clucked at his son, while the mother was between annoyance but also pity. His son's face was more moody after the departure of his wife who did not know himself. Ibram's father and mother have repeatedly said, Just divorce the woman does not know herself who can not respect you, but Ibram's answer is always the same, no. So the man's father and mother agreed, waiting for Ibram to get bored and give up on his own.

But, Ibram who was given the time, was still stubborn as well. So mom and dad are gonna try to douse the fire again.

"It's been a week since you came to him, right, but." Dad clucked back. "Just divorce her and marry an equal woman and know her position." Dad hit the table telling his son to look at him. "Don't think of anything useless, that makes your job go wrong, how can you beat the Gardenia Pacific Mall if your mind only focuses on that woman."

The feeling of emotion is getting bigger. When that fucking Erwin called. Cih, Ibram was getting upset when he remembered his meeting with the man two days ago. He showed off his affection with his wife. Actually Erwin did not show off anything, Ibram's basic heart that was ngenes, so felt insinuated. Ibram's hands were clenched under the table, but his mouth was still silent.

"Why are you waiting for him, take all your capital and money out of his father's company, cut off your relationship with him. Let the family know the taste." Ibram's father was also caught off guard by seeing his son who drowned lonely to the point of not focusing on work. Especially the Amerla family that has eyes. "Ibram! You understand your position in the company, right? You are a leader who must be firm in making decisions and attitudes. Don't be such a pathetic person."

Ibram was still silent, instead glancing at the chair Erla usually occupied while eating with her family.

"Punish him, and open a new leaf. You're still young." Dad spoke again firmly.

They talk so easily, ah, damn it! You're also Ibram! Why are you so stupid like this, you love Amerla right? To hell with everything, you just have to bring it back to you. Even that is what Ibram is thinking now, the advice of his father and mother just pass by and stop by for a moment, but does not change his heart. Because his little heart still only thought about the girl.

Finally Ibram chose to grab his spoon, and began to eat. Father and mother looked at each other, choosing silence first, until almost half of the food on his plate had moved.

"Let our lawyers take care of your divorce. You just focus on work."

Ibram put his hand down with a slight stomp on the table, making father not to continue his words.

"I'm done eating, thank you Mom. I'll go first."

"Where are you going?"

"There just so happens to be an event with my friends." Ibram looked at the clock in his hand. "I go first, Dad." He lowered his head.

"Well son, go have fun, so that your heart and mind can think clearly. Mom and Dad will wait."

Ibram's mother took her husband's hand, so that he would not say anything. Because he saw, his son was really unwilling to discuss divorce with Erla. You woman don't know yourself, you've made my son this badass. Ibram's mother did not even want to receive greetings from Amerla's mother. When they met at a socialite gathering, the woman was just moaning indifferently.

Ibram came out of the main gate, towards a hotel, where his friend was having a party.

However, in less than fifteen minutes, his car had already exited the parking area. He was getting sick and tired, because he saw his friends who took their wives or girlfriends. When a woman approached him, as he was acting cute, Amerla's face dropped in on his head. Laugh while tucking hair behind the ears.

Goddamnit! I must be crazy! Why do you keep popping in my head!

Ibram's car drove, towards the house of the woman he missed as well as the woman who would be the outlet of his anger.

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