Just Being a Doll Wife
182. Unsuspectedly

"Stop!"

As powerful as Erla kicked the chair in front of her. Even though the chair used by the man who was driving was not budging at all.

"I said stop! You liar!" Again, Erla's voice was like shaking an ear drum. But the vehicle's speed has not slowed down at all.

Actually, the situation is pretty much under control. After stopping by the dispensary, they were still equally calm. Drowning with each other's minds. However, the situation changes when Erla asks Ibram's secretary to call her father-in-law's personal family doctor. Yes, she met her husband's family doctor several times. Erla gets more and more pushy when Ibram's secretary tries to stand up if that's not necessary.

"You said he couldn't walk. So call the doctor now." Erla stays ngeyel. "I don't know the science of medicine! Can you treat Brother Ibram."

"Ehm, I can at least Miss, if only apply pain relief ointment."

"Then put me down, if you can why are you calling me."

A mouthful that will not be finished, if Secretary Ibram does not straighten out the lies that he has made earlier.

Finally, he said also from the secretary's mouth, if in fact all he said was just a lie. Ibram is fine, he is waiting in the apartment in good condition. Erla's mind got foggy. It was obvious before his eyes, what would happen to him if he really came to see Ibram.

"I said stop Secretary Jo!"

"Miss, I beg you, it's on the highway."

Then the car overtakes the vehicle Erla was riding. The girl snorted no matter. He pulled over on the side of the road.

Goddamnit! I didn't bring any money. And the worse Erla just realized, she did not bring hp. There was nothing he had brought, other than the clothes stuck to his body.

Crazyhead! Stupid erla! You've been pounding with this guy's bullshit. Huh! I should have guessed. The president couldn't have hit his favorite son. Brother Ibram the successor of the family. Stupidly I muttered Erla bitterly. He feels deceived.

"Mr Ibram would like to meet you Miss, sorry, I have no other way to take you. I'm sorry."

Wh why? Because he was angry with the divorce papers? a question that is only asked in the heart. Erla leaned against the car door. Looked out of nowhere. While cursing the stupidity of his heart, the one that was just a little quivering. Who felt touched because Ibram dared to oppose his father for his sake.

Brother Ibram.

Erla's hand suddenly shook instantly as Ibram's name slid down on her lips. He looked at Ibram's secretary head. He wanted to pull the hair out. So upset he is.

"Will Brother Ibram fire you if you don't take me?"

There was no answer from the front seat, Erla interpreted, it seemed so. So, you don't have a choice. Huh! Then why is it that if you have no choice, I will suffer here. Why should I care about your problems, if you don't care about the suffering that is waiting for me.

Erla was getting tormented with fear.

The girl was pensive, staring at the trees running around. Long enough, until his face twitched a little. Looks like he found a way or because it's been very resigned.

"Secretary Jo, did you bring Kak Ibram's card?"

"Eh, is she Miss? Would you like to buy something?"

"Take me to the mall, I want to buy something before I see Brother Ibram."

Although confused, but Ibram's secretary drove a car to Andalusia Mall. The weekend was long for him.

Arriving at the mall, Erla goes into a boutique. The shop he used to visit when he was the son-in-law of Andalusia Mall. The waiter and the shop manager still recognized him. Rather surprised they actually saw the clothes Erla was wearing. But, as the girl spoke in an elegant and slightly haughty style, they lowered their heads respectfully as usual.

While outside the shop, the secretary called her master, conveying the oddity that lay before her eyes.

"Miss Erla suddenly asked me to take her to the mall, she went into the clothing store. Do you want me to ban him?"

Ibram who heard his secretary's explanation was of course surprised, even asking his secretary to send a photo.

"Miss is only wearing a house shirt when she came out earlier, does she want to look beautiful when she meets you?" Ibram cleared his throat, seemingly pleased with his secretary's words. Although he did not know, the real reason was what Erla did.

"Let it go, let him buy whatever he wants. Get him to the apartment when he's done."

"Good sir."

And the connection was cut off, Secretary Ibram still looked at Erla who was picking things in the store. Why did he mutter, but Miss Erla insisted on going down and did not want to leave. But why, now, is he buying new clothes. Since she was already beautiful, I didn't even realize that she wasn't wearing makeup and was just wearing house clothes.

"Miss, is there anything you want to buy."

"No, just go straight. I'm ready."

"You look beautiful, uh, doesn't mean you weren't pretty." As Erla chuckled at the words of Ibram's secretary, the man was embarrassed instead. "Mr Ibram must be happy to meet you." He was already willing to put an end to this awkward chatter, but instead, from the back seat was heard Erla talk, which confused her a little.

"Did you know? Why am I buying new clothes and makeup?"

Secretary Ibram overtakes the car in front of him. Glancing at the rearview mirror.

"Of course, so that you look beautiful in front of Mr. Ibram. Isn't that right, Miss?" The man smiled at a glance, then stepped on the gas again, the road in front of him was empty.

Erla laughed, then the laughter disappeared. Change awkwardness.

"Sir Ibram would be upset if he saw me wearing a shabby shirt. So I changed clothes so he could tear this expensive shirt off with satisfaction." Erla grabs a paper bag containing make up. "If this..." He's quiet for a second. "I definitely need it to cover the bruises, yes, he usually hits on the face that people see. I'm embarrassed to take a cab later and see people."

The air immediately became cold. Secretary Ibram bit his lip so as not to make any sound. He's gripping the wheel. She also just found out today, that Miss Erla and Madam Presdir are victims of domestic violence.

"Ah, you must be surprised. Haha, of course, you don't know. Because he only did it when we were just the two of us."

After that no one spoke anymore. Erla leaned against the glass of the car door, while preparing her heart. Never mind Erla, you've been getting those wounds a lot, again no problem. This is Erla's last time. Because after this, he really had already decided. He'll go far. He'll throw it all away. It's not just his past with Brother Ibram. He also threw away his family.

To hell with the father and company, the mother and her even unmarried sister. He will be a bad man, who does not care about the fate of his own family.

While Ibram's secretary, clutching the wheel.

May you forgive each other and find happiness. Mumbled. He was unwilling to defend his boss, because the KDRT in any household was a mistake. He felt sorry for Miss Erla, judging from her age, it seemed like he was the same age as his wife.

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When the feet were standing in front of the door of Kak Ibram's apartment, all the courage and determination of Erla was left in the elevator. His hands that were clinging to each other trembled. Erla snatches the bag that Ibram's secretary was holding.

"Open the door."

"Miss, do you want me to come in?"

Erla even sneered sarcastically. Then laughing, when he saw the guilt in the eyes of the man in front of him, somehow Erla even felt funny. What do you want? can you help me if your master is crazy inside. You'll just pretend you didn't see, even my mom and dad did.

"Open!"

"Good."

Although it looks doubtful, in the end, Ibram's secretary still unlocked the house's key code. He holds the door handle, so the door stays open. Erla is like looking at the tiger's mouth that is being opened to******* its body depleted without any remains. The pain spreads directly on the tip of the nail, radiating up to the cheek.

Erla was still frozen, her legs unwilling to move..

"Miss Erla."

Erla flinched, although the male voice in front of her softly. Nevermind! Why are you shaking so scared when you're ready. Quickly enter Erla, make Brother Ibram satisfied, and you can leave after this. Bite your lips, close your eyes. That's all you need to do.

And Erla's feet entered Ibram's apartment, slowly she stepped up, as she looked back the door was already closed. It felt, this vast world instantly shrunk, leaving him trapped in a small hole.

Erla's body immediately tensed as the sound of footsteps rang out, Sister Ibram appeared in front of Erla. He wears a short-sleeved shirt and trousers, clothes he often wears on weekends. Why is he wearing that shirt? Erla thought she would be greeted with a half-naked body, or Ibram in pajamas to intimidate her.

"Sister..Brother Ibram..."

Erla shrieked in fear, as instead of answering, Ibram stepped closer. Making Erla's legs vibrate backwards. He grabbed the bag he was holding. His feet continued to retreat until he hit the entrance.

Ibram stopped stepping, as he looked at Erla who was already unable to move.

And brug! Ibram's long legs fell on the floor, crashing. Erla gasped in shock even the bag in her hand fell, so shocked because suddenly Brother Ibram sat on his knees.

"Sorry, Erla forgive me. I'm sorry Erla." With his head bowed, Ibram's voice filled the room.

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