Just Being a Doll Wife
180. My protection

In a house that contrasts sharply with what Ibram's mother usually occupies. This house is indeed in an elite area, with one entrance access. But in a small complex of houses. There is a front yard that is only overgrown with grass. There is also a small gate and a small gate. Quite comfortable for small families.

When entering the house, it was not as small as Ibram's mother imagined. The furniture in the house is still limited to the main furniture. Sofa and table.

Ibram knows, I must be surprised, why he brought mom to a house like this. Not the apartment he lives in now.

"Sorry Mom, this house is small. But, this is the only home that Dad doesn't know." Ibram does have properties in the form of houses, land and apartments. But all of this was known to his father. The address is where his father knows. This house, however, has just been purchased. He was going to use it as a place to hide himself, if he was desperate to escape from his father. It even used to be for his mother.

"It's Nak."

Mother's fearful face has not gone away. Along the way just a few times mom changed her mind to come back. Afraid of Ibram's father's anger will also creep on his son. But no matter how hard I persuaded Ibram, the man was like a rock that did not budge. He did not want to turn around and return home. Letting her mother return to a life that demands her only to nod her head.

"Son, but, I'm still scared. What if your father finds us." After all, her husband had many people for her to ask him to look for.

Deg, mother's chest immediately jerked. A new fear arises. What if her husband doesn't look for her. What if her husband divorces her. Her husband forced Ibram to divorce. How'this? Mom's hand shook again. Thinking about what he would live like in the future.

"Mom, please, trust me Mom. I bought this house without my father's knowledge. That's why I brought my mom here instead of the apartment. Please Mom, dare mom. Be like Erla Ma."

Mother's pias face has not left, especially while she rubbed the bruises on her cheek.

"We'll see what a motherless father can do."

"But, what if your father divorces you." Mother's head withered down, finally speaking also her uneasiness. "What if he also kicked you out and fired you."

Ibram laughing. Then a cynical chuckle. It can be what dad is without I think Ibram. All this time he has been working desperately not able to compete with other malls.

"Dad couldn't possibly do that Ma'am, seeing his nature not even fully believing in others. He couldn't possibly give the CEO position to someone else." Yes, for this one, Ibram can rest assured.

Ibram opened the back door, allowing fresh air to enter the room.

"Come ma'am, the air's cold here."

The mother followed her son, then sat on the back porch of the house. While looking, the leaves that look quite well-preserved.

"Did you clean this house yourself?"

"No, I just bought it, so it's still clean and well-groomed."

"Mom's okay, while living here. Neighbors around here don't bother each other. They only greet each other when they meet. So you can be comfortable here. I'm gonna come buy you some mommy needs for a while."

"A house next door, someone occupying?"

"Hemm, she said mother and son. They didn't stay here long when I bought this house either."

Though doubts loom, but mother nods her head reassuring her own heart. At once relieve the anxiety of his son.

She did not know whether her husband would gain consciousness like his changed son. Or even vice versa, his nape was terrified. What if her husband finds her. Dragging her hair and hitting her again because she already dared to make such a fuss. Or even more frightening, if her husband doesn't pay attention to her. Divorce her, and find another woman.

Ibram's hand stretched out, grabbing mom's hand. He held it tightly on his lap. Expelling mother's anxiety.

"Mother..."

"She, son.. Why?"

"I'm sorry, because I just realized it now." Ibram kissing the back of mom's hand. "If I had just realized, all this time, I'd been suffering. I'm sorry Mom."

Unable to prevent, Isak appeared again. Like all the pain that is immediately reflected in the eye, making the mother sad.

"Erla opened my blind eyes, Mom. Because it was Erla that I could see Mother's suffering. So, please, can you support me."

Mom rubbed the end of her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Do you really love Erla?"

"I just realized how valuable Erla was after she left. If I can't live without her Mom. L loved her. Please, support us, ma'am."

"Then, what about Erla?" Mother's voice sounded bitter. How not, that day he came to his daughter-in-law. Wiping out all the suffering she had from her husband to her daughter-in-law. "Sorry, sorry. I've been rude to Erla, she must have hated you."

The divorce papers signed by Erla had indeed been torn Ibram in the car earlier. But, how does their relationship continue. He himself has made things worse. Being in the position of evil in-laws.

"Is Erla still willing to continue the marriage with you."

Ibram heard a sad breath. From there, my mother knew the answer. That Erla rejected her son.

"But I won't give up that easily Ma'am, I'll fight for Erla. Because I love her."

The mother's heart was stunned, her son completely changed. Erla has made her heart change. Can I do that too? Throw away the fear in this heart. Escape from the husband who has been treating me harshly.

"Mom became jealous of Erla Nak, she was brave. Although Mother..."

Ibram then turned his face towards his mother. Hugged his mother tightly. Rubbing her mother's back gently.

"Mom should be like Erla too, let me know the taste. Promise me ma'am, for me and my sisters, you have to be brave."

A breeze blew, calming the two people who were strengthening each other. When Ibram and mom were silent, the phone in Ibram's shirt pocket shook. Secretary called.

Why else would he. Not usually, he calls outside of work hours.

"Hallo?"

"Sir, where are you?"

"You're calling on holidays just to ask me where!" Angrier.

"Ah, forgive me. Now I'm heading to your apartment. The president called and asked me to come to unlock the house.Where are you?"

Huh huh? Dad even came alone?

"Sir, what should I do? Where are you?"

"Just open the door. If you ask me something, just tell me you don't know. I'll be home soon."

"Sir, what's wrong? Please give me a little explanation so I don't answer wrong."

And Ibram hung up the phone, not answering any further questions, after his secretary was done in shock. Beside Ibram, mother looked tense again.

"How about Ibram, do you just go home. Your father even came alone looking for you."

Ibram grabbed both of his mother's cheeks. Smiling warmly calmed his mother.

"Dad was even looking for mom, when only a few hours mother left, she even came alone looking for me. Trust me Mom, I'm crazy about losing my mom."

This is what Ibram felt.

Ibram promised to come again later, and would send his secretary to buy all the needs of the mother. The woman who had been locked up in the golden cage, waved at her son. He promised his son he would wait.

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"Where's your mother? Where'd you take your mother?"

Ibram's father's shout echoed in the room. Secretary Ibram and the President's driver can only wait behind the door with misgivings. They had heard the sound of something breaking.

"Where do I know? Why I'm looking for my mother in my house. Weird."

Ibram kicked things on the floor, as if he was used to it.

"Brazed kid! You think I haven't checked the CCTV. Where'd you take my wife!"

Ibram laughed cynically in response to his father's words. After sitting on the sofa in front of his father he again sneered mockingly.

"What now, the new father realizes the importance of motherhood?"

Ibram's father's face grew redder as his anger boiled. The child who is usually obedient and obedient, why can be so brazen think father. What is his wife who does not know himself who has poisoned her son and made him a dissident.

"Well! Shut your mouth Ibram. If you're doing this just because you don't want to divorce Erla, fine. I'll give up this time. So stop your senseless protest and bring your mother home again." Dad already felt the upper hand, he had already relented this big, there was no way Ibram would fight back again thought father.

But I was wrong, Ibram's answer further ignited the embers of anger that had been burning since.

"Mother's going, it's not me forcing you."

Plaque! Plaque!

Ibram's father's hand shook hanging, a pain that mother often felt, pulsating on Ibram's cheek now.

"Brazed kid! You dare to oppose your father! You're feeling great! Who gave you this position and the luxury of life if not me, your father. How dare you oppose your father!"

Ibram laughed, then rubbed his cheek which still hurt.

"When it hurts, but how can mother and Erla not cry." He rubbed his cheek again, laughing bitterly. "It hurts, why don't you ever cry."

Degs..

The father even immediately fell silent, when he saw his son's strange behavior. Ibram's father looked again, the flushed cheeks that his son rubbed.

"Because I never heard my mother protest and cry, do you think this doesn't hurt! I left the house because I couldn't stand my father's behavior."

Yes, even though I was the one who instigated and tried to convince mom to run away.

"So don't look for my mother! Let's just say, dad's wife is dead!" Ibram is so upset he's provoking his father. When his father's hand was raised and willing to slap again, Ibram's hand gripped his father's arm. If you want to fight strong, of course the younger energy is the one who wins. "I'm not a mom, you're gonna shut up."

Ibram flicked his hand, then walked away from the sofa. He stood by the open door. All of his insults and words and father's slaps must have been heard clearly the person standing outside the door.

"And there's no need to threaten me with firing me." Again Ibram taunts out. "Indeed who would you like to appoint as CEO. My sisters?" Ibram rubbed his cheek. "Indeed, when was the last time you spoke to them. They'll believe in a father they don't even meet, or a mother who calls them every Sunday."

He's starting to wobble, isn't he? Honestly, Ibram's hand shook. He did look bold and defiant, to be honest he was enduring the fear that made his heart beat rapidly. Father was still speechless, unable to answer Ibram's words. Because all the facts presented by Ibram are true.

"Where's your mother?"

Finally, even that was spoken from the lips of the father.

"Stop it.."

"Ibram!"

"Don't look for it, if you just want to hurt mom! Now, mom is in my protection." Ibram back off, out the door. "If you're done talking, you can go. Sir! Please take the President away from my house." Ibram glanced at the driver who had been standing stiff.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Then Ibram's father walked out the door. Without a word, it only incubated upon seeing Ibram. He walked, showing defeat.

"After you left, you just realized how valuable you are, right? I know, because that's how I felt when Erla left."

I stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

"Don't look for my mother, until you're almost crazy about losing you."

Because that's when the consciousness will start slapping my face.

Still without a word, Ibram's father disappeared into the elevator. After his father was not seen, Ibram's legs immediately limp. He leaned against the wall.

"Master! You all right?"

"You're still asking! Crazyhead! Help me in!"

"Ah, sorry. I was so scared. Especially when the President slaps you."

"Shut up! Don't bring that up. Sick knows!"

Both fell on the sofa. Ibram rubbed his face. He was trembling in front of his father. Especially mothers who have been getting this treatment for decades. The fear of the mother that was clearly visible earlier, can be felt Ibram. The man clenched his hands. The more heartened, he would protect his mother.

I want to meet Erla, he murmured. He's gonna complain to Erla. He knelt down and begged the girl for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry Erla."

The secretary beside Ibram could only pat his boss on the shoulder for a bit of calm.

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