Just Being a Doll Wife
183. Sorry

For Amerla, the situation before her was very confusing.

What the fuck? Why are you suddenly on your knees?

Amidst Erla's confusion, Ibram raised his head slightly to look at Erla. The girl again nodded in surprise. When their gaze met his face became more pias.

Is this your new way to torture me, brother? it was the only thing that was directly on Erla's head. But somehow the girl hesitated.

"Sorry, Erla.." The two words were spoken again, from Ibram's lips. Erla still had no reaction other than shock.

Why are you apologizing, brother? Are you kidding me now?

I have to respond how? If I talk, you'll be offended not later. The girl who was still standing in front of the door, was confused as to how to react. Is he supposed to say, it's okay, or choose silence. Because if you are upset, Brother Ibram will even be offended even if he is only heard sighing. He will be considered to ignore Brother Ibram.

And when he felt offended, deg, an invisible pain, immediately spread in Erla's hands. He felt the pain, even though Brother Ibram was seen in front of him kneeling down and not touching him even once.

Whahuh? What do you want me to react like? Or can I be arrogant now?

When Erla was still silent, Ibram spoke again. Trying to show regret in his heart through words. Although it was shown very clearly, but the wound in Erla's heart was still too deep, so she interpreted it differently. The girl still felt, regret Sister Ibram something unreasonable and impossible happened, without any intention.

"Erla, sorry. Ii'm sorry. I know, I don't deserve to be forgiven." Erla was actually pounding her heart a little, but the feeling of fear forbade her from thinking positively. The girl still could not believe that Ibram was sincerely apologizing. Erla is still suspicious, this is how the man tested her. To torture him more, if his reaction, not what Ibram wanted. "I'm guilty of you Erla, I've hurt your heart and body. I'm sorry." The face that looked guilty looked up. His hand lifted, outstretched towards Erla. But the girl had not moved, and was just looking. "Erla please, give me a chance to fix everything."

Erla looked at Ibram's hand hanging in the air. He did not dare to take that hand.

"Why does Brother Ibram apologize?"

Silence, they looked at each other. Trying to get into each other's desires. Erla grew more and more incredulous, as those eyes that were usually filled with flame became faint.

"I've already signed the divorce papers, Brother Ibram's stay signature too, after the letter goes to court, then our relationship will only be the past." While talking, while standing upright and holding his own heart so as not to pound in fear. "President and mistress want that too."

Ibram's hand hanging in the air, drooped. Falling into his lap. She looked at Erla, her eyes still sad, but because Erla felt that she had provoked, she became afraid. Brother Ibram is offended. But, when Brother Ibram just looked at him. Erla mustered the courage to speak again.

"I beg you, brother, we've got it all here. Please, stop here. I'm not strong anymore." Trying to speak firmly, even though the back of Erla's hand was sweeping the corner of her eye. "I'll pray, for the sake of Big Brother's happiness with Brother's new wife. I beg you, Brother, let me go."

Deg.. The fear is spreading again. In the past, he challenged this, Ibram would have shouted in front of his face. Pushing it over the bed, and the plaque, the plaque! A painful feeling that creeps up on the cheeks. While the mouth of Brother Ibram repeatedly said that she did not know the woman was lucky. What can you do without me. You don't know yourself. What do you have if there's no me. And, plaque! Plaque!

As Ibram looked up again, Erla subconsciously grabbed the door handle. Locked up. He still had time to laugh, laugh at himself, and laugh for Ibram's secretary who had offered sympathy. Fucking secretary! You are no different than my parents. In fact, the door of the Ibram apartment will be automatically locked if the door is closed. However, the girl had already lost her trust in everyone. And he did not know, that Secretary Ibram was still standing at the door with a tense face.

Although he had been told to go to the address Ibram had sent him, however, his empathy kept him waiting. If something happens that he doesn't want the most, he seems ready to lose his job.

Back to the apartment. The atmosphere became silent, but Erla felt the temperature rise, she removed her hand from the door handle, as she turned towards Kak Ibram, the man looked at her without flinching.

"Sister! Excuse me.. I'm sorry." Aware of not being able to escape, he eventually saved himself using an apology.

It was actually a bit of a shock, when I saw Ibram still kneeling in his place.

Is he still quiet?

"Erla, I love you..."

"What?"

So shocked, the frightened girl in front of him looked up and shrugged her shoulders. What the fuck! Since when can you say love, brother! In the past, you never even talked about love to me. Now, Erla thought, her husband is out of his mind.

"Sister, what did Brother Ibram say? Haha, is Brother drunk?"

That makes the most sense. Erla took a step forward from the front door. There is still a distance between him and Ibram. He deserved to be weird from now on. Brother Ibram who he knows, can not be silent with his provocations.

"You drunk brother?"

"I love you Erla, I love you and I don't want to lose you. I want you to remain my wife. I want to have a real marriage with you. Being a husband and wife who love and love each other."

Bullet-like words broke through, but somehow Erla got more goosebumps. Is this a new obsession, Brother Ibram. If he rejected it now, the man who had lowered himself to this extent, would he instantly become enraged and vent his anger. Nah! Erla's lips twitched. Brother Ibram who is usually already scary, let alone him who is like this.

Erla felt like she had to end this. And the only way to go is to make Brother Ibram satisfied. Let him do what he wants. And after the man ran out of steam and fell asleep, he was able to escape. Still had time for the girl to glance at the apartment section, where about the key was placed, or if she was lucky, the money that she could steal and she carried away.

Then after making an impromptu plan, Erla suddenly dropped her knees on the floor. The dress she was wearing was slightly exposed.

"I don't know, what game is Sister Ibram doing now, but, can we end it?" While Erla's hand touched her collar. Holds his own hand so as not to tremble. "I'm ready, brother, but promise me, this is the last time. Let go of me and throw me away afterwards, like Brother Ibram threw away a tishu after Brother Ibram took it. I am tired of sacrificing for my family. So let's get this over with. It's up to what Ibram wants to do to my family. I'm tired of being my family's doll." Erla pulled the collar of her shirt, until part of her shoulder sagged. The pure white shoulder was like a scented scent that instantly lit up Ibram's eyes.

Stop playing, show your usual form, brother. Attack me, enjoy every inch of my body. Hit me as hard as you can, but this is the last time. Father, Mother, this is my last sacrifice for you. After this, it wasn't you who threw me away. But I'll go alone, leave all of you.

Life is somehow like what would welcome it, but, it must be better to just be a doll sold to a husband who only makes you a place to vent his desires. It's right, Erla, get ready. Hold it a little more. Close your eyes. And hold on as usual.

"Erlla!"

Ibram stopped talking as Erla jerked and closed her eyes. His reflexive hands were clenched like he was ready to hold something. Ibram's heart that looked like it was instantly torn apart. Erla's spontaneous reaction she always sees. Such was the reaction of the mother he often caught. No tears, just tightly clenched hands holding everything back.

Ibram crawled closer to Erla. The girl's body was increasingly visibly shaking. Even when Ibram snuggles in his arms.

"Let'soooooo!" The sound of screams was heart-wrenching. "Sorry Brother, sorry, I was wrong." Steady, irregular word out. As his body trembled, his hands clenched and eyes closed. "Sorry Brother, sorry." Because every time he apologized, Kak Ibram's punch would subside, so the girl's lips reflexively said it. "Sorry, I was wrong Brother."

Ibram's embrace. The man's breath was also heard. Even he began to sob, along with feeling the pain that his wife was currently feeling.

"Sorry, Erla, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna hit you again. Please, calm down. Look at me, look at me. I'm sorry Erla. I beg Erla. Please calm down."

The trembling body that was in Ibram's arms gradually weakened. Slowly, Erla opened her eyes. Feeling a warm embrace that I don't know when she last got. A broad shoulder that hugged him, a hand that didn't slap him. But instead hugged his arm.

"Why Brother? Why is Brother like this?"

"I'm sorry."

"What Brother is pretending to be nice to me now." Erla shakes her shoulders. Ibram hugged him even tighter. "What after I've been deceived, Brother will torture me again. I don't want Brother. Unhand me!" Now, Erla's hand hit the shoulder tightly that was hugging her. Bug, bug, his hand violently hit Ibram's shoulder. The man grimaced, as Erla hit as hard as she could get out."Unhand me! I don't want to be a big brother doll anymore. Let go of me, brother!"

Ibram sobbed, feeling the pain of Erla's heart.

"I don't want Brother. Don't torture me anymore." The voice weakened, the hand that hit was weakened. Only the sobbing Isaac Erla sounded now. "I don't want to be anymore, sister. I'm sick, I'm tired."

In the slightest Ibram did not let go of Erla's body, he still hugged her tightly. Only one word came out of his lips.

"Sorry, Sorry, sorry."

Like a song that was repeated over and over again, those words were like buzzing in Erla's ears.

"I'm sorry Erla. I'm sorry."

Isak was mixed, not only Erla was crying, Ibram was crying because of the mounting guilt. Ibram pushed his body, releasing Erla's embrace. Then, the man grabbed Erla's hand.

Plaque! Plaque!

Once, twice, over and over again, Erla's hand slapped her cheek. Pain and pain spread even to the neck.

"Sorry."

Erla who could only be dumbfounded was shocked to hold her hand, as her hand was about to be moved again.

"Hit me as much as you want, but please, give me Erla a chance. Give me a chance to make amends for all my mistakes to you."

Erla's cry hardened, she dropped her head onto Ibram's chest. His hands only hurt, especially the cheek murmured. She was crying even more, as Brother Ibram was also shedding tears.

"I'm sorry Erla, sorry. I love you. Please, give me a chance. Hit me." Ibram grabbed Erla's hand again. "Reply until you're satisfied, I'll accept."

Instead of letting Ibram smash his hand again, Erla brushed Ibram's hand away. Then, it was still soaked in tears. The girl pressed her lips, over the lips of Ibram who was soaked by tears. The man gasped, because Erla instead of slapping him kissed him instead.

"Sick brother, we hurt each other enough."

Ibram nodded his head, then the barrage of apologies came out again, before his hand touched Erla's chin, and a gentle kiss landed on Erla's lips. They kiss, for the first time, without hatred and anger.

Secretary at the door, stroking the chest. Then walked away from the door of Ibram's apartment. Towards the elevator. He muttered, huh! my weekend.

Cover

Outside it still looks bright, although the sunlight does not look stinging. Erla squirms under the blanket. While Ibram's body was tightly hugging his waist. The girl's face was red.

"Sister..."

"You awake?"

"Hemm, I'm gonna grab a drink."

"Let me take it, stay here."

Erla looked at the back away, then lost in the door. Then he saw her body that was filled with red marks. His ears are rippled by the whisper of love. He beat her cheek slowly, making sure she didn't wake up from the dream.

Ibram who had just emerged from the door, shouted.

"What are you doing, why are you hitting your cheek?" The bottle in his hand even fell, as he jumped onto the bed. "Erla.. sorry."

"I'm not papa, brother, I'm just making sure it's not a dream."

Erla's laughter, makes Ibram sick. She hugged Erla. Shrugged his shoulders, and apologized again.

"Thank you for giving me a chance, thank you for making me Erla. I really, really love you."

"Sister..."

Again, their tight hugs, replacing words. Ibram won't let Erla go, he still wants to hug the girl. Afraid, Erla will disappear. Everything he felt was just a dream.

When they looked at each other, they kissed again.

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