Just Being a Doll Wife
178. Pain

The weekend came.

These days, Ibram hasn't been home to Erla. He is still working as usual. There was nothing different about his daily life, only the direction he went home after dusk was different. She did not return to her parents' house either, but she chose to stay in the apartment. The man's courage had not fully gathered to oppose his parents. Although his longing for Erla grew, his shame and guilt for his wife prevented him from driving to Erla's house. Until finally, he chose to be friends.

When alone, the longing for Erla is overflowing. The true feeling that had piled up in his heart came out. It wasn't Erla who needed it. But it was he, he who felt his soul empty and destroyed without Erla. A fact he never acknowledged.

And, this is the peak.

As he stared at himself in the mirror, Ibram convinced his heart. If he'd only been a loser who lost the woman he loved, if he didn't dare talk to his father. He'll lose Erla forever, if she stays like this.

Ibram has decided, he will invite Erla to live in this apartment, living far from the pressure of her parents and also Ibram's own father and mother. And now, the car that Ibram was carrying was speeding up to break up the street crowd.

He had to destroy the divorce papers Erla had to sign. And of course, her parents' house was the place she was headed to.

Mothers... Don't you want to see your son happy, please just side with me this time. Help me fight dad

Ibram in front of the magnificent house, belonging to the President of Andalusia Mall. His hand shook when he touched the car door, he was gathering courage.

The waiter was shocked when he got out of the car. He had left this house long enough. And now coming in unannounced, it naturally left them shocked.

"Good morning Young Master, it's been a long time since you went home..."

"Where are mom and dad?" Ibram cut off the talk of the waiter who greeted him.

"Great master is leaving, madam is in the room. Do you want me to convey your arrival."

Ibram stared fixedly at the middle-aged woman in front of him, a servant who had worked for quite a long time with his family.

"Side, I want to see mom. No one's following me." The female servant's footsteps came to a halt, she lowered her head. While staring at Ibram who was away, and disappeared swallowed by the door of the house.

As Ibram walked into the house, he met the butler who was no less surprised. Hurry to welcome Ibram. However, since Ibram said exactly as he had said to the female servant earlier, the butler could only lower his head, leaving Ibram alone, up the stairs.

Arriving in front of the mother's room, the man fell silent as he calmed his heart. He was grateful that his father was not there. The spirit of rebellion was again overflowing and fiery. Slowly, Ibram raised his hand. Knocking door. When it sounds like whose word? from inside the room, instead of answering, Ibram immediately pushed the door, and entered the room.

The mother who was sitting in front of her dressing table immediately stood up, aghast in shock. Dropped the thing he was holding, until it hit his leg.

"Ib..Ibram, when did you come, son?"

Mother spoke stammeringly and clumsily, she looked for an object that was still lying near her feet. Pulling her hair that had been broken earlier, to cover her cheeks. The real bruise has been caught by Ibram's eyes, ever since the man entered the room.

"Please wait outside, Mother..."

"Here you go, it's not the first time I've seen."

Ibram's hands clenched furiously, I don't know, he used to see this. Because I always see my mom is okay. But, ever since she felt the pain Erla felt, now her eyes could see the sadness on her mother's face. The woman who gave birth to him did not look okay at all. It's only fitting that dad is not home when it's still morning, it looks like they've had a fight. And again, just a bit of bitterness for mom.

Nyut, once again, Ibram's heart is in pain. Because he was the same as his father, after incising the wound, he chose to leave, leaving Erla speechless with her head bowed near the bed. Nyut, the pain from the heart, spread throughout the body Ibram.

Ibram sat on the sofa in the room, letting the mother apply thick makeup on her face to hide the pain and suffering she had been receiving from her father. Ibram waited, watching the movements of the mother's trembling hands.

When the mother was sitting, Ibram immediately extended his hand in front of the mother, like a child asking for something.

"What's? What do you want?"

"Give me the divorce papers Erla has signed."

Deg, mom's face is getting tense. Today her husband is angry again, because he has not been able to get Ibram's signature. Yesterday too, and this morning the height of his father's frustration.

"Ibram, your father wants you to get divorced soon. Please, sign the letter, so the lawyer can take it to court." She stopped talking, seeing her son's anger. "Your father was angry again at mother, because he said mother was not very nice." Looks like the mother accidentally touched her cheek, to ignite her child's pity. "Please son, please do this for Mom."

And sure enough, the anger instantly overflowed. Ibram hit the glass table in front of him until it shook.

"I've come to tear the letter away, ma'am, not to sign it." Ibram answered with confidence.

"Son! Mother please! Why else would you maintain a marriage with that shameless woman. Your father has also decided, all this time, you also never denied your father, right, why now..."

Mom tries to open her son's mind, Erla does not deserve Ibram. That's what her husband said, so she had to think so.

Ibram woke up from his seat, making the mother surprised because it turns out Ibram moved next to him.

"Son..."

"I beg Mom, I'd go crazy if I had to let Erla go. These few days I'm not with him I feel so miserable."

"What?"

"I love Erla Bu, I love my wife. I want to knit an actual marriage with her. I want to be a good husband to him. "

"Ibram, haha, what are you saying? You're only married because of mother's matchmaking." Of love? Mom was mumbling to feel weird. Don't joke, son, how can you love Erla, if you treat your wife like your father treats you. Mother's face became bitter, she knew this was not love. But she couldn't leave either, without her husband, she was nothing. A beautiful woman from an ordinary family who had nothing. Until mom buried deep in the word love, and resigned to everything she got today. "It's not love, you're just used to it, if you get used to your new wife later, you'll forget about Erla too. And most importantly, it's your father's decision."

"Mother!"

Mother was shocked by the screams of her son.

"Mommy hasn't been happy all this time, has she?"

"What's? Why are you suddenly talking so weird."

Ibram smiled cynically. Then Ibram's hand touched the mother's cheek that was filled with make up. "Why Erla and mom never cry, why are you so stupid. Is it sick, Mom? Sick right?"

Mom just biting lips can't get the words out. She, who was only a woman from the common people, married a great man like her husband. He should feel grateful, no matter what he receives.

"But, Erla is braver than Mom.." Ibram's hands tightly clenched his mother's arms. Shake her, telling mom to look at her. "He dared to run away from me, he left me. And..." Ibram's hand rubbed his mother's cheek again. "That's what makes me real, ma'am, if I'm wrong. If I had wronged him, I would have hurt his heart and body. He suffered with me."

With a trembling voice, the words of confession were splattered from Ibram's mouth. Jolting mom's heart.

"I've always admired you, I've modeled it on you. Why, why don't Mom and Erla ever cry?" Ibram's head fell on my mother's shoulder. The mother's hand shook, touching her son's shoulder. "Why Mom, you're suffering, right? Why do you always show me you're okay."

"Because of your father, you'll be more angry when you cry."

Deg.

"Because I don't want to, you're the children of the mother who became your father's place of anger. So you should always smile. I also have to thank you for marrying your father."

Mother's cry, shrieked. Isak who was held for decades, finally broke in the arms of his first child who had been very similar to his father.

"Hik, Hik, sorry, sorry."

Behind my mother's back, Ibram's tears also fell rolling.

In the past, he had always admired everything that father had. His hard work in the company. His leadership spirit also looks resolute at home. Mother who obeys and obeys all the words of father. Turns out, all this time mom's been brainwashed. Like he always told Erla to intimidate the girl, that she was nobody without him. I lived for years with my words like that.

Ibram and I wiped each other's tears. After both of them were calm. Ibram grabbed mom's hand.

"Let's go with me Mom, leave me."

"What's? No, son, your father will be angry." Mother was even trembling.

"I'll protect you!" Ibram's voice beats mother's trembling. "Show me that you can live without a father. I have a house and money I can use. So don't mind dad."

"Ta..but Son..." Mom's still scared.

"Mother! Mom's bravery, like Erla's gone from me. Make me know the taste and be aware!" Ibram shakes his mother's shoulder. "I'll protect you, all you have to do is walk to where I stand, and take refuge behind me."

Mother's tears fell again.

"I beg you, Mom."

Even with trembling hands, mother's head finally nodded.

And that afternoon, at the beginning of a peaceful weekend. There was a big commotion at the Andalusian President's house Mall after Ibram's arrival. She disappeared without a trace. Together with the divorce papers that have been signed by the daughter-in-law of this house.

Ibram's father crumpled up the handwritten letter his wife had left him.

"How dare you, what can you do without my money."

the flung vase broke the glass on the dresser. The servants stood in fear, looking at the chaos from the escape of this hostess. The woman who always nodded her head with everything her husband said.

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