Just Being a Doll Wife
170. Miscomprehension

Andalusia CEO Room Mall.

For a long time Ibram was in his chair, he even rewound the Vidio President of Andez Corporation. His gaze was sharp, looking at the laptop screen. At first his eyes were still narrowed, frowning a little annoyed at the words of the President of the Andez Corporation which was like slapping him. However, the more he repeated and repeated again, his head without him noticing was stirring. A guilty feeling rose up in his chest.

Ibram is still not moving, he spends some of his afternoon in front of the laptop and hp. After repeating the Vidio President Andez Corporation, foolishly, he moved to search the search engine for information, how to make the wife happy. That's the keyword he wrote.

His mouth was lame, he was angry and offended by all the answers he got. Because once again his cheeks were slapped repeatedly. Without pause, every word he spelled always cornered him. He was severely criticized, by the writing he read on his phone.

The way he loves Erla, the way he shows his love for Erla, is all accused of selfishness.

Ibram dropped his head, leaning on the work chair. Imagining the faces of her parents, all this time, she saw her father's attitude towards mother, nothing seemed to be wrong. Apparently, that's the poison in the real household. Ibram was still dumbstruck, staring at the ceiling of his study, as a knock at the door blew away the reverie of Ibram, his personal secretary coming in. Stare at him wonder.

"You don't want to go home yet?"

Yes, her secretary must have been astonished, because these few days, she always came home early. Instead of answering, Ibram pointed to the chair, telling his secretary to sit down.

Other than a search engine, he wanted to get info from real humans.

"How is your relationship with your wife?" It's actually a ludicrous question, he himself knows, if it's a strange question. Yeah, her secretary knows a little bit about how messing up her relationship with Erla. Although he was silent and turned a blind eye because it was his boss's personal business, Ibram was convinced that his secretary knew his current situation. His wife ran away, he followed his wife.

"My wife? Why are you suddenly.."

"Jawab only!" While pushing the chair, and grabbing the hanging suit, "Is your marriage happy? Is your wife happy?"

People will be happy even if they don't have a lot of money, Ibram thought. If the President of Andez Corporation can talk like that, of course because he has a lot of money. But what if people in general. Again, Ibram's mind still boils down, as long as he floods Erla with money and luxury goods, that's enough to guarantee a life, which he read in happy terms earlier. And so did his mother.

They got out of the office and into the elevator.

His secretary began to answer Ibram's questions.

"We never had a fight, for me it was an indication our relationship was fine. And..." Secretary Ibram looked at his boss, guessing what exactly the man in front of him wanted to find out. He's been looking a little happy lately, because he said he's been living with Miss Erla. The secretary's mind was on target. "I try to obey his wishes as much as possible, even though my wife is not a woman who wants a lot. Adjusting to your wife, maybe so. Not only am I asking to be understood, but as much as possible I am also trying to understand my wife's wishes."

Dih, what the hell, strange and useless answer, murmured Ibram. He did not want to ask again. Because his secretary's answer was too rhetorical. According to the theory he found in the search engine. It is like the answer of both. The two of them were immersed in each other's thoughts even getting to the car park area no one had said anything yet. Secretary Ibram lowered his head when Ibram was in the car. However, some time the car still does not turn on the engine.

"You still live with your parents? He said after marriage, it's better to stay alone." New questions from Ibram.

One of the tips Ibram read earlier on the internet site. To minimize conflict in marriage, try not to interfere with third parties, including parents. Until the choice of separate residence is the most important thing to do after marriage.

"Do you want to improve your relationship with your wife?"

"Don't ask too many questions! Just answer my question!" Upset, even his secretary spoke strangely. Although what he said was true, Ibram did not need to be asked. He just wanted to ask and hear the answer.

"Sorry Mister. Um, I live in an apartment, after marriage, I split up with my parents even though they still live in this city as well. It's better that way, because sometimes, parents often interfere in their children's households, and make our partners uncomfortable." Secretary Ibram was a little jolted at seeing Ibram hit the wheel. Is he offended by panic. "But every parent is different, we know the most about our parents. Sorry if my words are wrong. It's just based on my personal experience."

"Surge!" Ibram shook his hand and told his secretary to step down.

Ibram seems right to be offended. He started to start the engine. Starting to drive forward, when he saw the rearview mirror he saw his secretary lowered his head.

"Basic knows!"

The car left the parking area, the twilight sky began to gradually disappear. Soon, the night will come. By the time he reached the main gate of Erla's parents' house, time had changed. His mind is still mixed. Vidio President Andez Corporation was back in his thoughts, his secretary's words were also like repeating in his head.

The car's stopped, Ibram's out. Closing the door with a loud voice.

"Why with them?" Kernyitan was astonished and full of question marks Ibram appeared, when he saw the scene in front of him.

Erla's mother and two servants, came out to greet Ibram.

"Why are you here? I don't need to be welcomed. Just disturb. Where is Erla?" Ibram spoke to him.

"Eh, it's okay, son, Erla's in the room. Has Ibram already had dinner?" Erla's mother asked with a clumsy face.

"Here you go, don't bother me I'm tired." When Ibram's gaze met the young servant, the girl immediately gasped in shock. Confused yourself. What the hell, he's a waiter who talks to Erla a lot. Why does he see me that way, is there anything he wants to say. "You want to say something?" Finally Ibram asked.

The young maid Ibram asked instead let out a startled cry. He hurriedly shook his head. Afterwards, bow your head and be silent. It turned out that Erla's mother's hand had just pinched her waist. But Ibram does not look.

Ibram let out a breath of air.

"I'm going to the room, don't bother."

Ibram's footsteps followed Erla's mother's gaze, meaning she hasn't signed the divorce papers yet, she's still acting normal. If he wanted to throw Erla away, today he would definitely not come back here. Erla's mother felt a little relieved. Then he scolded the young servant who was willing to complain earlier. Fortunately, he did not slip.

Meanwhile Ibram passed by Erla's younger sister before reaching the room, Erla's sister's attitude was not much different from the servant below. Like saying something, but filled with doubt.

What the hell! Just piss off!

Finally, there was no conversation between the two, Erla's younger sister just lowered her head and ran away and went into her own room.

Why are people so weird!

When the door opened, Erla immediately stood up from her chair. He's sketching a picture. His long hair was unraveling, almost covering his face. The girl looked shocked, and tried to cover her face with hair.

"What are you doing?" Ibram loosened the tie, took off the suit he was wearing. Throwing a suit on the couch.

"Just draw a sis." Erla answered quickly. Ibram glanced at Erla's desk, ascertaining what the girl was working on. He's not lying he murmured. There was paper and pencil that he always used.

Ibram swept his face, trying to bring out positive energy, while remembering the various tips he got on the internet earlier.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

"So, I'm getting clothes ready."

Ibram looked at Erla's back, tilting his head. What's wrong with him, why he's so obedient. I'm not even sorry, why did he do it.

Ibram's footsteps stopped again when he was in front of the bathroom door. He looked at Erla's back again, who was standing in front of the open closet door.

"Today, what are you doing?"

"Just take a picture of the clothes I've finished making." Reply again quickly. As expected, Ibram immediately went to the bathroom. And still turn his back on Ibram.

Erla's attitude felt strange in Ibram's eyes.

"That's all?"

"So Brother."

"Dry!" A firm tone of voice was heard in the command word that Ibram spoke. Erla twists her body, already clutching her husband's nightgown. "Close come here!" Because Erla was still silent, Ibram finally raised his tone.

Uh, why are you shouting stupidly! You're gonna change your attitude and make Erla happy. It starts with not shouting and saying rudely. The gentle, soft talk you stupid. Ibram is in an inner war, practicing the tips he got from the search engine earlier.

"Ehm, I mean, come closer." Ibram's voice softened.

"Ehh.." Erla looks a little surprised by Ibram's attitude. Because his voice is soft. "Yes, Brother, has Brother Ibram had dinner? Let me prepare, now Ibram's just take a shower." Because Ibram spoke slowly, it scared Erla. She thought there must be something strange about her husband.

Don't lure her Erla, just follow it. You're tired of everything that happened this afternoon. Had the mother-in-law met him, so he spoke softly now. Nah! Erla is increasingly afraid of provoking Ibram's anger.

"You want me to prepare some warm water, brother? Did Brother Ibram want to soak in order to be fresher."

Again, Erla's attitude was too conspicuous, it was seen that Erla wanted to expel Ibram from before her.

"You're out of the house?" Ibram's voice began to sound dislike. After being noticed, there was another look on Erla's face.

"No, brother, I've been home all day. I drew and took pictures."

Ibram approached Erla, clutching her chin and wiggling.

"lik! You haven't even wiped the makeup off your face."

Ibram was holding back from exploding right now, but the grip on Erla's chin hardened, making the girl grimace in pain. Then Ibram's hand slipped off.

"You're out of the house without my permission?"

Erla who covered the bruises on her face deliberately wearing make-up has caused misunderstanding.

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