Just Being a Doll Wife
164. Love Oh Love

In front of Amerla's room.

Ibram was standing still near his suitcase at the door. The waiter waiting for her was already expelled. Now, he's confused, what he wants to do now huh. Come to think of it, do I look so pathetic now? I could even bring a change of clothes to live with the wife who ran away from me.

For a moment his sanity dominated. The hand that had touched the door handle he pulled again. It wasn't too late if he wanted to turn his steps and leave, because Erla hadn't seen him yet. His pride was like it had been uprooted, until Erla rejected it. But, Erla's mind rejecting him instantly ignited the emotions. Yes, although it is clear that he will be rejected as well.

Goddamnit! I don't want to divorce him!

Ibram even denied his father's words. The one who would usually obey everything his parents said, for the sake of the wife who had run away he did not even heed his family.

The hell she rejected me, I came to teach her a lesson right, you're my wife, indeed you can do if I don't want to divorce you.

Again, the feeling of love is covered with selfishness. The way Ibram loves Erla is sometimes beyond reason.

And bugs! Finally his emotions were winning, he kicked at the door of the room with a loud voice, screams from inside the room were heard. The voice of the girl who for several days was like a ghost who always came in Ibram's dream sounded shocked and panicked.

Erla got up from her seat in front of her sewing machine, her hand holding the cloth was seen starting to tremble as Ibram entered the room, with her heavy steps.

"Sister, Brother Ibram!" Erla.

"You still recognize me?" Ibram cynically replied, the man swept through the room, Erla's room which seemed to have changed considerably from the last moment she came. Floors filled with scattered paper and cloth. There's even a push-shirt hanger. And as her eyes looked at Erla, her heart immediately thumped. The girl looked even more beautiful from the moment she met last time. "Take my suitcase." Ibram snarled, covering his rapidly beating heart.

Erla gasped in shock as she looked at the suitcase near the door. He had yet to step up, instead seeing Ibram walking towards him. The girl took two steps back. Fear immediately ambushed. He grabbed the scissors on the table, keeping them behind his back. I don't know what he's gonna do with those scissors, but he's hoping it's not crazy. Because his hands and feet had even been trembling intimidated by Ibram's footsteps.

The suitcase? Why is he carrying a suitcase? As soon as the question immediately popped into Erla's head. What do you want to do, brother? What suffering should I have to go through again. Erla squeezes her skirt, rubbing her sweaty hands.

"You deaf? Bring my suitcase in!"

"Why did Brother Ibram carry a suitcase?" The scissors behind his back came loose, as Ibram's hand gripped his chin. The feeling of fear immediately spread to the back of his neck. He who had been at peace for a few days because there was no news from Ibram, never expected the man to appear with a suitcase in front of his room. "Sir Ibram staying over?"

Ibram grinned, then shook Erla's chin.

"Why? You mind?"

The hand that used to always be rude to her, brushed Erla's lips. The girl shakes.

"You're still my wife, and this house is still my troublesome in-law home. Erla, you should have prepared, because you dared to challenge me."

Aaaaah! It hurts! Brother Sick! Erla grimaced as Ibram's hand grip strengthened. Ibram also saw him, his wife in pain. He snorted, then threw out his hand. Until Erla hit her sewing machine table.

"Take my nightgown."

Erla who was pushed rubbed her chin with her hands. It hurt, but she already felt a much more severe pain than this, so why cry now. The girl obeyed Ibram's orders, picking up a large suitcase near the door. He pulled into the room, as he was about to close the door, his gaze straight ahead looking at his parents who were standing near the stairs.

Their gazes were filled with anger, helplessness, and begged Erla not to make her husband angry. The girl chuckled cynically, you even know what will happen, but you just watched without being able to help me in the least. Erla returned their gazes coldly, then closed the door of the room in a loud voice.

After the door closes. Erla turned around, seeing Ibram had taken off her top and was sitting on the bed. Erla's feet immediately froze heavily, she did not move, clutching Ibram's suitcase.

"Why silence?"

You're shaking now, I'm here, we're both in the room. You don't think I'm gonna let you sleep, do you? The evil grin that appeared on the corner of Ibram's lips, can already be translated by Erla. The girl turned around quickly, running towards the door. Want to escape and save yourself. His hand reached for the handle, he did not want to be a place for the impingement of Ibram's desires and passions tonight.

But. deg..

Erla's hand shook the door handle with all her might. Pushing the door, flailing with both hands. The door does not flinch. Locked from outside. Whaaat! Dad, mom! It feels like Erla's tears have not come out even though she wants to cry though, so do not feel believe that her own parents this long.

Ibram laughed to see Erla who had fallen limp down after tired of hitting the door.

"Haha, what do you expect from them Erla? I didn't even tell them to do this."

Ibram approached Erla who was resting on the floor while bowing her head. He crouched down, grabbed Erla by the nape telling the girl to look at her. That triumphant grin was clearly visible in Ibram's eyes.

"My poor wife, your father and mother don't even care about you. All they're afraid of is if I get angry and throw you away." Erla's eyes started to get wet, as she was really very pitiful right now. He's powerless. "All your parents think about is money, and my money."

Ibram kissed Erla's cheeks that were soaked by tears, the girl goosebumps in fear.

"Sister, I beg you, I will make amends to Brother, please let me go."

The clutches of the hands in Erla's hair strengthened. The girl grimaced.

"What can you do with my loss because of the Andez Corporation, what can you pay with all the shame that's tearing my face! Not only was CEO Rion humiliated, my business partner also laughed at me. The failure of the construction of the employee dormitory is now the subject of their ridicule. Huh!"

"Aaaawww, sick sister!" Erla holds Ibram's hand which pulls her hair. "sick." Ibram threw Erla's hair out, then forcefully pulled the girl's hand, pushing Erla down onto the bed. The tears falling in Erla's eyes were getting louder. He'll experience that pain again.

Ibram pulled Erla's shirt roughly.

"Sister, no, I beg you."

After all of Erla's clothes were removed, the girl turned her face away, the tears in the corner of her eyes clearly visible in Ibram's eyes. Hands that gripped the sheets. The lips are helpless. The girl in front of him did not want to, but also did not fight back.

"Look at me!"

Amerla's gaze was still staring to the side.

"Look at me Erla!" As Ibram's intonation hardened, Erla shifted her neck, looking at the man in front of her. Ibram who was half-naked, his face had also turned red. Not only annoyed, but also the desire and longing for the body of the woman in front of him that immediately lit up made the man's face flushed red. "Why didn't you come to me?" That wide hand began to sweep over Erla's front body.

Do you want to hear what answer, sister? Isn't it obvious, I've begged you to divorce me. Erla gulped as she looked at Ibram's wet lips, her neck moving in rhythm as she took a breath. Look sexy. Erla you're crazy! Do you miss the touch of this rude man? The girl laughed at herself. He was scared as well as pounding for a strange reason.

"Java!" Ibram gripped Erla's chin with emotion again.

"Sister's mother called me, she sent me a photo of the woman she said was going to be Big Brother's new wife." Erla stopped talking as Ibram's hand loosened and stayed away from her. "Sister also looks happy when she smiles with him, so, why did I come again." About the photo of another woman and Ibram was right, the mother-in-law sent it to her. So that he realized that he was no longer the daughter-in-law of Andalusia Mall, but about the happy smile Ibram when with the woman was exaggerated Erla.

Ibram incubated, when his mother photographed him with the woman was already strange. But at that time he was not suspicious at all. But was I smiling at that moment?

"Who smiles happily?"

"Sir Ibram and that woman."

So go, brother, get out of my life. Erla knew that holding the status of a poor widow like her mother said was not easy, but it was certainly not as difficult as repairing her relationship with Ibram.

"So? You jealous?" Even the stupid question of what came out of my mouth, Ibram condemned his stupidity. "Fuck that woman, 'cause now I just want you."

Deg.. what does that mean? Erla tried to keep the remaining sheet of dala*man clothes on her body. Which was roughly drawn by Ibram. As Ibram gets harder and harder to pull, Erla lets go of her hand.

The girl simply stared at the ceiling of her room, as Ibram's lips began to touch her neck. Erla bit her lips, a thread of tears dripping down her eye pelvis.

"If I serve Brother Ibram now, this could be the last time. After this let me go brother, let me go."

"Erlla!"

"I don't care about my father's company, take all of Ibram's money. Let go of parasites like us and live with the woman that mother betrothed with Sister Ibram. Live happily with the woman who loves Brother Ibram.

A furious feeling instantly exploded on Ibram's chest, his face this time flushed red with anger, his hands already raised. Amerla who saw the hand that was ready to hit her, bit her lip while closing her eyes. Resignedly. He was ready to take the pain again.

But, when he saw his wife who was cowering in fear, Ibram's hand fell again, away. For a few seconds they did not move.

Then Ibram's hand rubbed Erla's head, making the girl flinch in shock, because it wasn't the punch she received. The sound of Ibram's breathing sounded very close to Erla's ears now, the girl had indeed not dared to open her eyes. He could only feel Ibram's lips kissing the wet end of his eyes.

"Prepare, and get used to it, because from tonight I'll stay here." Erla who widened her eyes, could not speak because her lips had suddenly been dilu*mat without giving him a pause. "And every night I'll do this to you."

"Hmmm..Hemm. Brother, I beg you."

"Erla's trying to make me bored and throw you away."

Whahuh? Whatdoes thatmean? Aaaa! Erla screamed but instead the sound****** was coming out, as Ibram bit her shoulder hard.

"You enjoying it?"

"Ti, no!"

Ibram pulled Erla's hand over her head, and then with all his heart his lips danced over the girl's body.

"Haha, you enjoyed it, right?"

"No.no Brother."

But Ibram did not care, because the reaction of Erla's body from every touch of her lips, had made her quite happy. The girl below him didn't really reject him.

Cover

Before coming to Amerla's house, Ibram was stranded on the edge of the city's lake. He tried to calm the explosive emotions in his chest. Seeing her friends who look happy with their partner, makes her both annoyed and envious.

"If you want to melt your wife's heart, you're the one who came and apologized for why. The woman will sometimes like to be angry and sulky so ask to be persuaded and invited home."

"He's the wrong damn! Why should I persuade him."

"She's just sulking, just like you miss her, she must be happy to see you too. Believe me, I fought with my wife too. Just drop your ego a little bit."

"Ah, shit!"

At that time Ibram did not accept the words of his friend.

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