Just Being a Doll Wife
192. Love Story (Part 3)

Being late for love, that's the fact.

A mistake, Ibram realized that, because he knew how to love his partner properly, after falling awake in the household, all of it makes Ibram always careful to talk. She was afraid that any words or gestures of her body would remind Erla of past events. Bring up the trauma of the girl. He would be hurt himself, if he saw the look of Erla's frightened eyes that were fixed on him.

Because he knew, the full extent of the wound in his wife's heart had not been treated.

But, this afternoon, it seemed like he could not cover up the anger he had brought back home. The sound of the door she slammed, made Erla who was sitting on the living room sofa stand up immediately. The HP in his hand fell onto the sofa. The girl had just laughed at herself while replying to a comment on her social media account, her smile instantly disappearing upon seeing Ibram after the loud sound of the door closing.

The air that was comfortable to breathe, such as directly changing direction. As tight as there is.

"Sister, is she home?" Erla looked down, grabbed her phone. Closing the app then hiding the object behind his back.

The atmosphere still feels strange.

Erla's question went unanswered, Ibram saw her briefly, after loosening the tie, removing the suit she had placed on Erla's desk chair. Ibram immediately dropped his body onto the sofa. Like shedding a sense of fatigue.

Whatisthis? Erla's heart started to get a restless feeling. The girl saw clearly Ibram's anger. These few days, Ibram's brother comes home usually hugging him, giving a kiss on the cheek while asking what are you doing today? What do you want to eat? Or have you eaten?

But why is he so different today. A feeling of fear started to creep up on Erla's body. What this is the real Brother Ibram, what a charade of being a harmonious family is over. Is he tired of being a good husband, and now back to the factory suit.

Ibram was still just staring at Erla, his outstretched hand reaching for the tip of Erla's hair. Making the girl goosebumps scared by the look in those eyes.

"Stop Erla."

"Ap.what Sis?"

What am I supposed to stop? I didn't even give any reaction. The more scared Erla becomes.

"Stop with this, which you're working on."

As Ibram's hands and eyes pointed towards the left, the girl began to understand what her husband was aiming for. His workbench, sewing machine, stack of design paper. The dream that made him rise and breathe again. Erla stood straight up, making Ibram's hand to touch her hang down and fall on the couch.

"Erla..."

Erla took two steps back from where she was standing, the air atmosphere inside the room felt very different. It started to feel stifling as the girl took a breath.

"Why are you so scared!" Ibram was worried, but a loud voice coming out of his mouth sounded like anger. "Erla! You're..."

"Don't come near, brother, I beg you." The trembling voice appeared again, but Erla had not spoken with such intonation for a long time. "Why is Brother Ibram like this? What does Brother really want? What am I wrong?"

Is it done up here? this fairy tale wedding romance? Erla stands behind her desk, seeking protection from Ibram's hand reach.

And Ibram, as if immediately jolted consciously, fell down while sighing. Regretting actions. He bowed, sweeping his face with both hands. Stupidhead! Why are you yelling again, now he's really scared right! Ibram was cursing his stupidity while calming the heart.

After some time passed, Ibram raised his head. His hand stretched out, asking Erla to grab it. But, of course, the girl looked doubtful. He was still standing where he stood.

"Come here..."

"I'm just here, brother, talk."

"I'm sorry Erla, I didn't realize I was yelling at you. Sorry."

The regretful gurat was completely visible, making Erla relax her vigilance. Finally, he moved closer, grabbing the hand of Ibram still hanging in the air. Warm felt. But his fear has not completely disappeared.

"I'm sorry, I've been yelling at you." Ibram spoke again.

Erla finally ventured to sit next to Ibram. Maybe I was too scared, because the anger is gone now. Buty? What did Brother Ibram mean? Why should I stop making designs and pursue my dreams. Why Sis? And that's why I stayed in my house like hell.

"Why can't I make designs and sew again, sister? What am I wrong?"

The question was thrown slowly, Ibram's hand strengthened.

"I ran away from Sister Ibram's house, I went home to parents who didn't want me." Erla's voice sounded hoarse. "I even wanted to die at that moment."

"Erlla!"

"Listen to me first, brother!"

Finally Ibram fell silent again, taking his eyes off Erla's face. Let the girl finish her story.

"I have no reason to live, what else to do. I don't want to go back, but I don't have a place to accept me either. It must have disappeared from all that much better, until..." Erla could feel her hands clasped tightly. "Until I find my old sketchbook. When I'm precious to be human, when I'm happy to do something. That design I made was the reason I wanted to live. So I beg you, don't take that away from me."

After the trembling voice stopped, Ibram grabbed Erla's shoulder. He holds the body of the woman he loves tightly.

"Why did you suddenly tell me to stop?"

"I'm jealous..."

"Huh?"

Of jealousy? Wh why? I never touched my desk when you were home, did I? Erla who is still in the Ibram's arms is confused by Ibram's answer. You always rule my time! Especially the brother?

Huh! You were jealous before, Erla murmured. It's just different the way you vent it, if it used to be with yelling and anger. If so, with this sulking. Erla became amused by the change in Ibram's attitude that she did not fully trust. Unknowingly, Erla gave a small chuckle. Makes Ibram release a hug and push Erla's body.

"Why are you laughing?"

"So'nya Brother Ibram funny, haha, can-can be jealous with design paper and picture book. Haha, adorable."

"What?"

So surprised to be called adorable by Erla, Ibram's face was immediately as red as a tomato. Not only his cheeks, his ears also turned red.

"Haha, you're so funny."

Erla grabbed Ibram's chin, then gave him two kisses on Ibram's lips. The last touch of lips instantly ambushed Ibram, making them end up kissing for a very long time.

After several rounds ended, with a breath of breath both. Erla touched both of Ibram's cheeks.

"I can still do what I love?"

As it dawns again, after being swept away by love. Ibram's eyes blinked, telling him to focus again.

"Why don't you go back to meeting your friends, go shopping or whatever, just do the activities like you used to. I'll accompany you if you want to go to the party."

Apparently, it's not finished yet. Erla bit her lips bitterly. Then he muttered, friend? Do I have any friends? Right now, her only friend is Lisa, the maid she brought from her parents' house.

"I don't have any friends, I love them more anyway." Designating sewing machines and design books. "I beg you, brother, do not separate me from them. Why is my brother jealous of that thing?"

Huh huh? What the hell is Kak? What are you jealous of? Lisa's? Because Lisa is often made clothes by Erla. Since Erla had never made a single shirt for Ibram, even drawing her designs had never been.

"Who are you jealous of? Lisa?"

Ibram's lips again scowled, why he was so compared to Lisa.

"Sister?"

"I'm jealous! Because you reply to comments on social media, use emot smile and laugh again, let alone something you reply with heart. Cih, why? You love them? They love you too? Did someone send you a message? Say you're beautiful!" I'm jealous of them!"

Huh! Haha, my God, I used to be so scared that Brother Ibram had been angry and talking all this time. But why now his frown is so funny. And emot hearts? I love them?

"Why are you laughing again!"

"Because Brother is funny. Uh, awwww. Sis!"

Erla screamed as Ibram's hand gripped her wrist.

"Sorry Brother, sorry Brother..."

Ibram loosened his hand, but still held Erla's.

"Funny huh? I was scared, angry and jealous. But for you all that's funny?"

Erla's voice choked, her smile disappeared. He said his apology again, shaking his head.

"That's funny brother's frown."

Ibram. It was seen he smiled faintly, but instantly changed his suit when he saw Erla again.

"I'm afraid, afraid you're in love with them. I'm not happy, because you're happy to hear their praise."

"I just return the appreciation they gave Kak, besides what they praised was my design and clothes, not me. I'm just happy, because someone appreciates my work. And a heart mark, I just gave it to a female follower. Look." Erla was looking for her phone under the pillow. He opened his social media account, and he showed it to the front of Ibram. Private messages too, if he never replies to messages from men, or who idly talk personal things. He only replied to those who asked about his work.

Ibram's hand grabs hp, not satisfied before checking it out himself. What Erla said was true.

"Why are you jealous of this? Those are the people who love my work, my design and my clothes. So." Erla grabs Ibram's hand, gripping ya tightly. "Please don't forbid me, brother, this is a dream I want to fight for." Erla kisses the back of Ibram's hand. "I won't dare betray Brother again, I swear Brother! I won't dare anymore."

All the suffering I went through, it was too painful, so I did not want to feel it anymore Erla murmured.

"But...."

But what is Brother? Why do you still not believe it too? Erla shook the hand she held.

"A lot of whatever, I hold you, as much as I say, I love you. You never pay it back."

Degs...

Right, no matter how much Erla heard the words of love from Sister Ibram, she must have just looked away and smiled, she had never answered in the same sentence. Because he's still afraid all this isn't real.

"You scared me Erla, whenever you could go and disappear, because you didn't love me, because you didn't believe I loved you. I'm scared, you're in love with someone else."

Is.deg...

"You don't believe in my love, do you? As much as anything, I say it?"

Erla could not answer.

"Erla..."

"I'm afraid, it's just a dream, and I'm afraid, Brother will wake up, after realizing, everything has returned to how it used to be. So, I. I take care of my heart."

Ibram grabbed Erla's chin, grabbed her by the girl's lips.******* without giving Erla a chance to talk.

"I'll prove my love, but promise Erla, don't look at other men, don't smile at other men, don't give emotes to other men. Please, just look at me, I'll prove my love to you."

Not yet answered, Ibram had eaten Erla's lips again. Now, the girl's body was even pushed up and fell plummeting on the sofa. Hair spread out. Her cheeks flushed.

"I love you Erla..."

"Aaaaaa, Brother!"

For some reason, the touch of Kak Ibram's hand, the soft kiss of his lips on Erla's body, felt different, maybe because his suspicions began to disappear a little. I don't know, because the soft voice I love you, the more I look at Erla's heart, making the girl happy.

...🍓🍓🍓...

Elsewhere, in front of Jesi's contract, the comic is happy because it is proposed a version of his own comic scene.

A giggling voice was still heard from the three girls. Until they had to split up because the afternoon was about to disappear.

"We're leaving, Jes, don't forget to clean your room! You don't want to show this to your future husband, do you?"

Dean still had time to scold Jesi, even though his hand had reached the door handle. As the door opened, the girl let out a startled cry, seeing who was standing in front of the door. Jesi and Mei were surprised.

"Sister, Brother Ge, why is Brother here?" Dean who asked represented the astonishment of all.

The one asked laughed grimly.

"Sister Ge?"

"Haha, I'm taking Rion." Pointing at the person standing near the wall, Mei was now much more startled, pushed Dean, and went out to see if Brother Rion really existed. And the man smiled sweetly at Mei. "Rion said he wanted to take Mei for a dive. Uh! Uh!" Seege's face immediately like a person exploding so shamefully. He's flippant.

"Basic fool!" Rion.

Mei, Dean and Jesi then looked at each other, no less red in their faces. Since when, you guys are here! Fill their hearts as they scream in their hearts.

"Let's go home Mei, how deep do you want to dive?"

"Sister!"

The others could not help but explode his laughter.

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