Just Being a Doll Wife
174. Inner War

That night, Ibram took quite a long time to be alone. Erla was waiting tensely and anxiously near the bed. He stood staring while squeezing his fingers, staring at the door of the bathroom that was still closed. Why for so long, the girl muttered in fear. All sorts of negative thoughts came to his mind. He had already provoked Ibram's anger, now he regretted it.

The girl was afraid that the anger would escalate when she said that she had signed the divorce papers. Pain in his cheek reappeared. Ah, sick. Erla rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand. Still staring at the tightly closed door.

While still counting the time while pounding in fear, suddenly the bathroom door opened, making Erla even more squeezed fingers. Erla hasn't approached or spoken to Ibram, the girl still sees the situation. Uh, why is this, Erla murmured while paying attention to all the things Ibram did.

At a glance Ibram looked at Erla, the man could clearly capture the tension of the girl. He turned his face away as their eyes met, he walked towards the wardrobe. His nightgown was on the sofa. Ibram grabbed the shirt, tidied up his clothes for a while in front of the mirror. Spotlight Erla's eyes were still watching, confused. Then Ibram snatched his car keys on the table. Without saying a word, Ibram had already walked to the door. His hand that was already holding the door handle, came off. He turned around, looking at Erla again.

"Don't step out of the room, whatever you hear outside." Ibram's resolute voice filled the air inside the room.

Erla did not answer.

"Not answered?" Highlight Ibram's eyes gave Erla goosebumps.

Erla's answer was just a nod of the head for fear of provoking emotions if she replied in a voice, Ibram sighed for a moment, then disappeared behind the door.

Erla who was afraid to change confused, she immediately fell sitting on the edge of the bed. Staring in wonder, why did Brother Ibram just leave. What he wants, until I can't get out of the room.

Is he offended? Does he want to ask Dad?

Huh! Whatever, he said then while rubbing his cheek that still feels pain. If he gets offended and leaves, whatever, things will get easier.

If he goes home and meets his mother, it's all over. Nyut, Erla's heart throbbed pain and pain. On the one hand, this is what she hoped for, a breakup with Sister Ibram, despite the frightening snare of her husband. However, there was a part of his heart that even felt empty, when Ibram left without giving any explanation.

The human heart is sometimes difficult to understand, even by its owner.

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The embarrassment in Ibram's chest made him rush down the stairs. Goddamnit! he murmured while clenching his hands. Erla was like throwing an invisible knife in her chest. Erla's deep words were only that she was quiet in the recesses of her heart.

Right, all this time I've been doing the same thing to her, why am I angry now, when the wound on her cheek is not because I made it. Ibram so feels himself a pathetic piece of trash. Just now, when he saw Erla's flushed cheeks, he could feel the pain and ache of the slap. But why, why did this hand incise the wound.

Ibram stared at his own wrist. He wanted to destroy his own hand.

Too much he thought, until unconscious, he had reached the bottom of the stairs, Ibram saw both Erla's parents were sitting in the living room. They rushed to their feet when they saw her daughter-in-law, both Erla's parents looking panicked, when they saw Ibram coming down. Because usually the man never went out of the room, after going home to work.

Erla's parents' concerns, thinking because Ibram wants to throw Erla away.

Looks like my guess is right, you guys hurt my wife, right? You guys look so scared, even though I haven't said anything.

Ibram, want to know everything, that happened today.

Finally, Ibram called all the residents of the house. Without exception, the servants, especially the young servants who often talked to Erla. Erla's younger sister even stood up while throwing her face away. The girl did not seem to want to get involved with her sister's matter. But his mother dragged him along, because Ibram wanted everyone to come together without exception.

"How dare you beat my wife." In fact, Ibram had compiled a narrative in his mind, a simple sentence that did not seem provocative, but somehow, that was spoken even this. Because she was provoked by emotion again, remembering the bruise on Erla's cheek.

Erla's father and mother began to pale, let alone the servants who knew all the chronology.

"I'm being nice to you guys just because of Erla, I want to bear the loss by giving your company capital only because of Erla. How dare you bother my wife." Back, Ibram's voice hinting at anger sounded.

Ibram had misunderstood but because it exploded first, so everyone was confused, how to straighten out this misunderstanding, after all, I was also afraid to bring up the divorce papers that Erla had signed. So, both father and mother took the initiative to not talk about anything.

"We're not..." Erla's sister muttered, still with a look in the other direction, unwilling to go to meet her sister-in-law.

The new Ibram was willing to react, restrained, because of the attitude of the mother.

Plaque!

The mother's hand hit her son's shoulder, then apologized quickly, because the child was already disrespectful. Mother's actions even more arousing suspicion Ibram, if there is something they are covering up. And, Ibram's choice to pry a caption was through a young servant, who often talked to Erla.

"You, talk, what happened to my wife today?"

"Well!" The sound of Ibram's breath was heard, as he was still waiting for the young maid's reply.

"Sorry Young Master, I don't know." After looking at the mother, the young maid finally replied thus.

"Dad, Mother... Didn't I say, after marriage, Erla was my wife, and you had no right to interfere." Ibram's patience is over. They don't seem to want to talk and confess.

"We know that Nak Erla is your wife, you will love each other, so never mind, Erla is also not papa, the bruises on her cheeks will also be gone tomorrow. So don't be so angry." Mom silently spoke, peppered with awkward laughter. "You love each other."

"Haha, right." Daddy follow-up. "What's important is that Erla remains your wife, right Nak Ibram? I'm sorry that Erla hasn't been a good wife. In the household, quarrels are common."

What the hell! You guys are talking not connecting.

Regardless of what Erla's parents thought, their words did not answer Ibram's question at all. Because Ibram just wanted to hold him accountable, and asked why his wife's cheek was bruised.

"I don't want to hear your nonsense. All I want to know is who hit my wife!" Cynical as it sounds, Ibram's words silence Erla's parents' awkward laughter.

Because Erla's father and mother even talk convolutedly, making Ibram even more upset. Ibram stared one by one, the young maid looked down deeper and deeper, and the last look, fell on Erla's sister.

A few seconds they looked at. Ibram is like a threat, if he can't be patient anymore. He wants to know everything.

Now!

"Your mother did it." Finally, Ela's sister said it.

"What's? My mother did it, what nonsense is this."

Plaque! Plaque! Mother's hand in action again. Upset hitting his daughter.

"Mother's sick!" Erla's sister who had the turn to voice out was upset. "Indeed, if you cover it up, brother-in-law will not know, he will also have to sign a divorce letter, then it can be filed with the court. It took two signatures for the divorce, the mistress had already forced Kak Erla to sign, so there was only sister-in-law left. Huh! Indeed I also want this, I am also angry and upset, see Mom. Don't you get angry and hurt."

Those words sounded like a sister worrying about her older sister. Though terbesit worry in the heart of Erla's sister. If you get divorced, it will also be a disgrace to me. Erla's sister rubbed her aching shoulder at the mother's beat.

Ibram heard nothing, other than words, Erla's signed divorce papers.

"My mom came and told Erla to sign the divorce papers? He slapped my wife, because Erla refused to sign?"

Father and mother nodded their heads, knowing that Erla was signing off on her own accord. Erla's sister and the servants turned their faces away, unwilling to answer Ibram's question.

Ibram's hand shook with the car keys.

"My mother slapped Erla?" A murmur filled with anger.

No one answered, not even until Ibram came out. The sound of his car squeaking, was heard all the way into the house.

In front of her bedroom window, Erla gazes far away, her husband's car disappearing into the darkness of the night. It's all over, he murmured bitterly.

Coverings.

That night, Ibram did not yet have the courage to go into an open war with his parents. He chose to take his car to his apartment. The quiet room that greeted him, made him bitter. He fell on the couch.

Sorry Erla, I'm sorry.

Because it has been, the source of your suffering all this time. Ibram muttered sadly.

That day, long Ibram pondered, what decision he wanted to take next. Her parents acted openly. She was sure, what her mother did today, must have been due to her father's orders. But, I don't want to lose Erla. L loved her. Ibram's heart, logic, and mind are at war. Moreover, he also had to fight his father, as the successor of the family, all this time, he had always been obedient and obedient, to all the decisions his father made.

Late at night, making Ibram's heart more slashed quiet.

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