Just Being a Doll Wife
187. Problem Solved

Leaving a surprise-filled holiday on an exotic island that Frans Fernandez borrowed from her sister-in-law, let's return to the capital.

The Ibram apartment.

Erla was still silent as Ibram spoke carefully, the girl's mind was raging, Ibram seemed to know, if Erla was agitated, she grabbed Erla's hand, the girl just reacted.

I don't want Sis, I don't want to. The girl answered in her heart. To him, Ibram's attitude was still not real, so he still could not voice his heart clearly.

"I'm not forcing you to forget everything, I know it can't be as easy as my mistake and my mother can forget it. But, just like you gave me a chance to prove to you, can you open a little of your heart to mom."

Erla has not answered.

When Ibram said she ran away from home, the girl was struck by shock. Mother, dare to do it? Things he did with that moment.

"I really feel guilty for you two, for you Erla, and for your mother's suffering."

Erla could not deny that, she could clearly capture, Ibram's suffering from blaming herself. But, if I forgive mom, will you stay here too? Erla is not ready to meet her in-laws yet. And, if Brother Ibram lives with his mother again. I don't know, the girl was scared, Ibram's heart would change again. For him, Ibram is still like a wave that suddenly calms down but does not rule out the possibility of directly crashing suddenly as well.

"I want to go home, brother."

"Erlla!"

Ibram sighed reducing the emotion that momentarily wanted to ignite again.

"I won't bring my mother here, believe me. But, I hope you can forgive my mother. I put mom in a house that dad doesn't know about. I will protect my mother from my father, whom I ask of you, please remain by my side. I won't choose between the two of you, I want to see you both happy. I can't choose between you, so I beg you."

But what about mom? Can he accept me. I'm just a daughter-in-law who even forced her to sign the divorce papers. Did I just ask ya, Erla murmured. Nah! The girl held herself back from asking questions, as she did not want to be seen caring about her mother-in-law. His heart still did not dare to hope.

Ibram kissed Erla's cheek, the girl who looked pensively shocked. He kissed the right cheek several times.

"What is the Brother?"

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

Again, Ibram is haunted by guilt, how could he once hit the soft cheeks that immediately flushed when he kissed this. Ibram hugged Erla, dropping his head onto Erla's shoulder.

"Don't leave, don't leave me again. I need you Erla. I love you."

Erla closed her eyes, while rubbing Ibram's back, she would believe Ibram's words this time. If God had given her a second chance at life, she would have believed it, if there was a chance for her relationship with her husband.

Hopefully, hopefully, Erla's mind.

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Living in an apartment together, is the end result of the deal made by Erla and Ibram. They will live together, without interference from both the Ibram and Erla families. It's just about the two of them.

Erla who had always been served by the waiter, never even touched the dishwasher and broom became confused themselves with the deal they had made.

Finally, this idea came out of Ibram's mouth.

"Why don't you get that waitress who talks to you to clean the house, you're familiar with her, right? When you're done you can send her home, I'll pay her salary not your parents."

And that's what made them pull the car over in Erla's parents' yard. Besides because there are items that Erla wants to pack, sewing machines and all her drawing equipment. The dream he just started, he did not want to leave it all at his parents' house.

Erla looks towards her house, are there any residents of this house who are worried that I will not go home? the cynical smiles were on their backs, they were definitely no one to worry about, instead glad I didn't go home, meaning I could protect the company and the assets they had.

"Sister, can Brother Ibram wait in the car? Let me go down by myself." Erla spoke without seeing Ibram, as her eyes were still fixed on the entrance.

"Why?" Ibram doesn't sound like it.

"I won't take long, sister, I'm just gonna grab things, and talk to the waiter who's gonna help us out at the apartment." Erla tried to explain as briefly as possible.

But Ibram is getting less and less accepted.

"Why can't I come in?"

Huh! What the hell is Kak? If you go in, business will be long. This is exactly what Erla thought. However, another one was on Ibram's mind. Ibram's hand gripped Erla's arm firmly, fearing that the girl was running away from her again.

"I just take my clothes and clean my sewing machine and my design book, brother."

"I asked, why can't I come in? You want to run away from me again?"

Hearing the intonation that was already like an offended person, Erla so had no choice but to tell the truth.

"I want to solve my problems with my family, sister, I want to solve everything. With my own hands in my own strength." Ibram's hand loosened, he let go of his hand. "If Brother Ibram comes in, they must be, huh, you know, without me saying. They only care what Brother Ibram thinks."

Not me, murmuring softly, but caught softly in Ibram's ears.

Because they only focus on the wishes of Big Brother, not me. As for me, I want them to talk to me as parents who care about their children. Actually it feels sad, but Erla still hopes, when she comes home, that she asks, not "How is your husband Ibram?" He will give his family one last chance. To be honest, Erla's heart is still attached to her family, her little heart.

"I won't be long Brother."

"All right, go."

Erla's smile immediately flared, although it felt awkward, she gave a kiss on Ibram's cheek before exiting the car. Ibram touched his reddened cheek, looking at his wife who was seen stopping at the door for a few seconds.

"I'll wait for Erla. As you asked."

Ibram wanted to see Erla come out of her house with a smile of pride.

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And when the door of the house opened, the young servant who was always with Erla opened the door. Shouting in shock in disbelief, the girl appeared at the door.

"Miss! Miss Erla, you're home!"

Though presumptuous and brash, she hugs Erla. Vaporizing his happiness, seeing again the lady who yesterday left by forced to leave the house.

"You're all right? Miss, did something happen? You're all right? Why don't you bring the HP?"

The spontaneous cries of the young maid who greeted Erla, seemed to be heard into the ears of the residents of the house who happened to be at home. Even Erla's sister appeared, with a face that looked shocked and anxious.

And the attitude of father and mother, huh! There seemed to be absolutely no worry in their eyes. There is even anger. What the hell? Why do you look angry?

Plaque!

"You poisoned Ibram until he defied the President!"

Father's hand had been raised again, but mother prevented it, even the young maid beside Erla came forward hugging Erla protecting the girl. Even though his body is small. And couldn't cover Erla's cheeks, but she tried her best.

Instead of crying, as the pain ran through her cheeks, Erla laughed instead. Makes her father angry. The shocked mother and young maid, her sister who had gone down the stairs was similarly shocked to hear Erla laughing after being slapped by her father.

Though I have come to give you one last chance, Erla only hopes that the first thing her father asks is how she is, after she didn't come home last night, but it's even a slap on the cheek that feels much more convincing now.

Wh why? Wh why? You're my dad, right? You're my mother, right?

Erla's father shouted angrily.

"The president is furious! Your in-laws call dad, you really humiliated your parents! Where were you last night? Are you with Ibram?"

Erla instead of listening to her father, calmed down the servant who was still holding her. The young girl was already crying, and again stood beside Erla. Looking at Erla's cheeks with a sad feeling.

"I'm fine."

"Miss."

Erla rubbed the young butler.

"Pack up all my stuff, my sewing machine too. Ask for help from another waiter. Go."

Though hesitant, he timidly walked past Erla's father and mother. After the young girl left, Erla's eyes turned cold looking at her father and mother.

"Why is dad angry?" A defiant and cynical voice sounded from Erla's mouth. "That you don't want Brother Ibram to divorce me, why is it now angry that Brother Ibram is against the President?"

Mother held her husband's hand, trying to calm the man who was getting emotional because of Erla who dared to answer him. Erla's younger sister, who used to be silent, approached, pulling Erla's hand away from their father.

"Sister, you're the reason why, you're making me even more angry."

"Shut up, you didn't care all this time either, so stop looking at me with a pretentious look worrying about me."

"Sister..."

Erla let go of her sister's hand, you've been quiet all this time, you stay that way. So I don't have to feel guilty about you if I leave. If I throw this family away, there is no need for guilt in my heart.

Erla's eyes looked at the sofa, then she walked calmly and dropped the body on the sofa. Mom finally pulled her husband's hand, and sat down. Erla's sister took the same stance, approaching, but she was still standing, only leaning her legs on the body of the sofa.

"I know what you're worried about isn't my marriage. It doesn't matter whether I'm divorced or not. But it's just the company you think about, right? Has the President decided to stop all financial aid?"

It's overflowing, like a flood breaking into a dam. The stifled disgust in Erla's chest. But, Erla's father still responded cynically.

"Well! You still think you're the one who suffers the most here? It's your own fault, if you can be a good wife, a obedient wife, it won't be hard. You're wrong here, so you need to fix it."

Erla laughed after her father stopped talking. Challenging her father, the girl smirked. Then alternately look at his father, mother, and sister. It's over, our relationship can't be saved. Why am I the only one who has to suffer alone. The girl is about to end, a vicious circle that is connected between her and her family.

"I'm paying for my sins now, I know that. My betrayal of Rion's sister, the heartache she endured. I paid for it with a slap and a punch, Brother Ibram. I paid for it with my suffering! For the sake of you too, I endure all that torment. Because of my father's company, because of my mother's socialite, because I can't be a disgrace to my unmarried sister. I've paid for all that by losing my happiness. Is that not enough. You want me to suffer to what extent? Until I choose to die?"

"Sister..."

"Erla...." Mom's hand trembled reaching for Erla's hand. Her daughter did not cry, she spoke firmly. It even made my mother more afraid.

"I'm not going to die, ma'am, because I haven't apologized to the people I hurt."

To Brother Rion and his wife Merylin, my sins and wrongs to them are still piling up.

Silent...

Dad choked, lost, couldn't use harsh words to point at Erla. His mouth was like it was clogged with all the slurs Erla had just thrown. Mom looked down while rubbing Erla's hand. Erla's sister looked down, but her eyes were wet.

The steps on the stairs made them turn their heads, the servants went down the stairs, carrying bags, boxes of sewing machines and Erla's belongings. Seeing that he was waiting to come, Erla immediately stood up from sitting down.

"Erla, where are you going? Where do you want to live?"

"Sister, do you have any money?"

Are you worried about me now, or just scared, you guys don't have any more money after I'm gone.

"I'm leaving...." Just saying two words, without looking back again, Erla walked away from the sofa.

Erla's mother and sister chased after, as the door opened, all gasped in shock, upon seeing Ibram who was standing in front of the door. The man looked sad and angry.

"Son, Son Ibram, since when is he here? Erla just got..." Mom talkin.

"Put all Erla's stuff into the car." The man gave orders to the servants not to answer the mother, the servants immediately moved swiftly. Ibram saw Erla's father approaching. "I won't divorce Erla, we'll stay together. Dad, my secretary will call you tomorrow. And I hope you know whose side you're on." Ibram's ultimatum to Erla's father, to elect him or the President. "Let's go." Ibram's hand held onto Erla's shoulder, the man felt Erla's shoulder shake. "You're great Erla."

When he got into the car, Ibram pointed to the young servant who was standing with teary eyes.

"You, in!"

"What's? I'm Young Master?"

The girl saw Erla scratching and waving her hands telling her to get into the car. After turning his head to look at the people standing in front of the house, he finally followed Ibram's orders, getting into the car.

"Let's go Erla..."

"She Brother.."

"Sorry..."

"Thank you for waiting, I solved my own problems with my family, sister ."

They looked at each other and smiled, Ibram landed a light kiss on Erla's lips. Then drive the vehicle.

In the back seat, the young maid screamed without a sound.

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