Just Being a Doll Wife
169. Slap On Pipi

In the middle of the day, when natural light shines on the earth with great power. Erla uses natural lighting to do the shooting. There were already some clothes that he had finished making, and he wanted to show them off on his social media. Since he did not have a studio in the room, he took photos on the home page. Her pretty face was shining in the sun.

He's got a camera on a tripod, two cameras. While humming with happy feelings. I don't know, he himself was confused, why his mood was this good, whether it was because of the clothes he had made, or because of something else.

But Brother Ibram is like a nightmare that does not go away from him. But, to be honest, he doesn't hate it now. Some days they were together, although Brother Ibram was not warm, but his rough temperament was reduced. He did not even land his hand on Erla's body to hurt her. Yeah, even though he wasn't being nice either. Erla Manyun and sighed to herself. Confused by his heart.

When Ibram's face flashed across his head, he regained his senses.

Hey Erla! It is so sad for your mind and heart right now! The girl scolded herself all of a sudden. You're happy because he didn't hit you. You know why he's that calm? Because you just resigned and didn't fight it. Getir, although not willing to admit, but in reality that's what happened. Because he allowed Ibram to do whatever he wanted, without trying to resist or reject the man.

Yeah, that's why, Brother Ibram has no reason to be rude to you, right, that's it. So, stop hoping that your husband changes. And stop thinking about it, you better focus on working.

Hurriedly, Erla erased the strange feeling in her heart. He forced his lips to smile, as someone came closer towards him.

A young maid came out from inside the house, she looked embarrassed, covering part of her reddened face with her hands. He ran closer to Erla.

"Miss, can I really wear it? I'm afraid to ruin it, it must be very expensive right," he said, touching the clothes he was wearing.

A young servant who feels lucky, at the same time embarrassed, and feels inappropriate, because the clothes he wears are made by his young lady.

Miss Erla who made him mutter the servant girl while touching her chest, a soft cloth stuck to her skin, even she was measured in a special way, the whole-life she had never worn a shirt made especially for her. Miss Erla is getting more beautiful as she smiles more and more.

Erla, whom the young servant was admiring, turned the camera she was holding, while stylizedly taking a few photos. Then smile at him when he heard him talk.

Miss Erla really looks more beautiful and vibrant, she muttered happily. She recalled, when Erla first came home.

In fact, when he first came, he was like an undead, not looking the slightest bit of passion and passion in those eyeballs. Moreover, welcomed the attitude of the master and mistress who always blame him. The servant smiled, ashamed of his own thoughts. It must be because young master Ibram her husband came. He who knows nothing, only sees good things from inside Erla, the young lady who has made her clothes.

"His shoulder is very nice, Miss, but I feel that it's not appropriate, a dress as good as this is only worn by people like me."

The young girl's feeling of inferiority was clearly visible in Erla's eyes. In the past, he would have been indifferent and snorted just hearing insignificant words. But, now, the young servant in front of him was his best friend, the one who was willing to accept his helping hand. Even her own sister refused time to make a model. While glancing at the cynical clothes he made.

"Sister, stop doing useless things, how much money can you make from those clothes."

He could not get angry at his sister, because her sister duplicated his youth. In the past, he also did not want to wear something if it was not branded and expensive. So, to him, the young servant in front of him was his battle companion.

"That's the only thing in the world, and it's made especially for you. Come here." Come here." Erla reached out, the young maid who was still fascinated to see the shining beauty from Erla's face, receiving the girl's hand. "Our concept is brother sister who is wearing a couple shirt. Hehe, good, right." Erla twisting body.

"Do I deserve to be your sister?"

Erla laughed then pinched the young maid's cheek. Again he said the same thing as when Erla wanted to measure his body.

"I'm just a waitress Miss."

I want to change, not only paving the way for my dreams, but I also don't want to see people of the standard money they have. I want to be loved sincerely, even Erla wants to get warm treatment from everyone, including the servants in her house. So, he also really threw away his thoughts and way of living first.

Erla hugs, the young servant's body, and thanks for accompanying her, she says, Now, she is indeed a nobody, but she promises herself, will work hard to achieve her dream. The servant girl who felt very lucky, agreed to Erla's prayer, and hoped that her nona could achieve dreams and live happily.

They both laughed together, posed, twisted bodies, skipped and ran small, the laughter of both accompanied the blooming flowers, and the beetles that flew around the petals, they took many photos.

From a distance, in a window whose tyrant was open. Erla's younger sister is laughing, her older sister and her dreams. He laughed sinisterly, seeing Erla hug the young servant in their house.

The photo session with various styles has not ended, Erla also took a photo of her clothes being hung. The girl was really, enjoying the world she was living in.

And, as he watched the camera shots, the two girls were shocked by a car driving in the yard, stopping right near Erla standing. The girl's legs retreated backwards, she recognized whose car it was. Before the owner got out of the car. He knows who it is. A storm that may be much bigger than Brother Ibram.

Rushing Erla cleaned up the camera and all the equipment, her clothes as well, she asked the young maid to take her away, telling the girl to go to the room immediately. Despite the confusion the young maid immediately received the photographing equipment and clothes. In distress, he finally disappeared into the house.

And that great storm is...

Amerla's mother-in-law got out of the car, in a haughty style, more than Ibram had ever seen. Why did he come here, Erla murmured, you should have come to your son.

Erla approached, she lowered her head as her mother-in-law was already walking towards her. They faced each other, Ibram's mother looked at Erla with a look of disdain, disgust and resentment.

"Mom, why Mother.."

"I'm not your mother, you shameless woman."

Erla's mouth felt instantly suffocated, her face flushed red from embarrassment and humiliation. Especially when it sounds crazy from inside the house. He could guess what would happen next.

From inside the house, Erla's mother walked at a rapid pace. Even almost tripped. He glared at Erla almost glaring at a glance, then began to smile greeting Ibram's mother. The way to adjust the change of face is amazing.

"I'm sorry Madam, I didn't know that you would come here." Erla's mother lowered her head and somewhat stammered.

"I came to talk to your shameless son." Ibram's mother answered.

Erla's mother's face turned red, of course due to embarrassment and feeling humiliated. But, he only thought of the humiliation for himself, not wanting to know, the pain was so many times as his son felt now. Even he did not glance at Erla anymore.

"Please enter Madam, we're talking inside." Directly fierce-faced again, upon seeing Erla. "You're in too."

Ibram's mother did not answer, just looked up and walked towards the door.

The annoyance was on the chest of Ibram's mother, actually he was not willing to come to this place. But, Karen had been a few days Ibram had not returned home, hence she had no choice. His anger grew when he saw Erla who looked fine.

There were two maids, including the young maid who was with Erla earlier, after storing Erla's belongings she hurriedly came down, both of them looking anxious, their faces, especially when he saw Miss Erla who just silently followed her mother's steps.

"What other cunning plans did you do, after running away from home, not knowing his shame, you still want Ibram to be your husband."

Who is! He came alone! You should have come to see Brother Ibram, instead of venting your anger and hatred on me. Ah, maybe long ago, like that Erla would answer. However, he learned many things, because fighting only meant defeat for him, so he chose to be downcast and silent. Erla's mother was busy apologizing and explained that Ibram himself had come.

"Sy base! Women don't know themselves!" The more Erla's mother explained the woman was getting angrier. "You teasing him again in bed? You should've kicked Ibram out when you knew he was getting married to another woman. Do you think this is an opportunity, so you can go back to Ibram. Don't dream to be part of Andalusia Mall again! You're not our daughter-in-law anymore." Filled with emotions and hurtful words, stop by Erla's ear.

Erla, still just speechless.

"Miss but, Nak Ibram." Erla's mother immediately froze and stopped talking, as she was stared at cynically.

Now, Ibram's mother took something out of the bag, put it on the table, she clapped her hand hard on the papers she had just pulled out of the bag.

"Sign this divorce warrant."

"Madam, I beg you, don't be like this. Nak Ibram also does not want to divorce Erla, they love each other, this is just a misunderstanding that we can talk about." Erla's mother shakily grabbed Erla's hand, pulled her child's hand, to kneel and plead now.

But...

Erla brushed off her mother's hand, without seeing her mother's shocked and angry look. He advanced towards the table, where the divorce papers were located.

"Where should I sign?" Erla has got the pen.

"Erla! You're fucking crazy! How's your father." Erla's mother tries to prevent her son from committing reckless acts, she grabs the pen in Erla's hands.

"Mother, stop! Don't embarrass yourself more than this." The bitter yet helpless eyes were clearly visible in Erla's eyes. The divorce papers looked blurry in his eyes now. It'll all be over if I sign it. The girl saw Ibram's mother. "I can sign the divorce papers whenever you want Madam, but, please, don't just come here and blame me. But talk to Brother Ibram." Finally, there was also a word that stuck in his throat earlier. "I didn't come to him, so don't blame me."

"Shut your mouth!" Ibram's mother was obviously offended, because that was the fact, she couldn't force her son, so she came to destroy Ibram's marriage through Erla. "You want to feel proud to be able to tease Ibram, huh! Are you begging and begging Ibram to accept you again while undressing you. Hah, that's really disgusting! You're shameless. Ibram can get better women than you!"

It feels like the temperature of the air in the room, it can not be used to breathe. The servants were really frightened, as it seemed as if Miss Erla was deliberately provoking the anger of her husband's mother. While Erla's mother did not dare to do much. He was afraid of offending Ibram's mother. He could only clench his hands.

"But how, ma'am, Sister Ibram came to me, she's the one who wants to stay here. He also came to me every night in bed. So again, don't blame me, but talk to your child. Because I didn't flirt with him at all."

Erla who gasped, because suddenly Ibram's mother was already standing in front of her, could not dodge.

And...

Plaque!

The slap on Erla's left cheek impregnated, not stopping in one slap, the second slap landed painfully again. Erla just closed her eyes, as the pain flowed around her cheeks until it ran down her nape.

"Basarly a cheap woman! You teased Ibram after you betrayed him! You cheap woman."

Plaque! Plaque!

After either slap to the number of times, Erla held her mother-in-law's hand. The woman shook the hand that Erla was holding. But, Erla's power was apparently unable to defeat him.

A faint smile appeared on Erla's lips. From this close distance, it turned out that her mother-in-law's pretty and earthy face was nowhere to be seen, in fact, wait. The girl, chuckled little when she saw the corner of her mother-in-law's eyes and lips. Huh! He sighed. Turns out, our fate is the same, Mom, so you always behave normally even though you know, your son is being rude to me.

"Mother's pain, but I know it, it hurts." Erla smiled while enduring the pain.

"What's? You're crazy, aren't you?" Ibram's mother looked surprised, as she guessed what Erla meant.

"Now, I know, where Brother Ibram's rude attitude comes from."

Ibram's mother's hand shook, she shook Erla's hand until it came off. Pushing Erla's body away, she retreated until she fell back on the sofa again.

Ibram's mother's face flushed. He endured anger, annoyance and also embarrassment. Goddamnit! He rubbed his own cheek, whereas he had already covered it with thick make-up, did this shameless woman see him.

Ibram's mother, is venting her anger on Erla now, as she becomes her husband's venting rage. Ibram is away from home, Ibram is not focused on working, because Amerla. He was the one who was blamed, as the cause of this mess. Because he's already betrothed Ibram and Erla. She was indeed as arrogant as this was now, but she was also unable to do anything as her husband scolded her and vented his anger.

Ibram's mother saw Erla who was holding back the pain, the girl rubbed her cheek. Their gazes met, he glared as Erla smiled at him with a meaningful look.

Meanwhile..

Erla's mother and the servants could only watch, a little relieved, the quarrel was over, although they did not know what the reason for the chaos's cessation was.

It hurts! Erla grimaced rubbing the corner of her lips. Sore than Kak Ibram's punch. Because mom hit him repeatedly in the same place.

What from your father, you learned this brother. He wanted to feel sorry for Brother Ibram, but also did not want to pity him. Because his body is too sick. You saw your father love your mother this way. If we have a child, he will be like you and your father. Nah!

Erla looks at the divorce papers on the table, I don't know, what's going to happen in front of her. He walked up to his mother, grabbed a pen, then walked over to the table, he signed the divorce papers.

"Now, go see your son, Madam."

Erla left the room, walked up the stairs, not wanting to turn her head in the slightest.

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