Loving My Brother's Fiancee

Loving My Brother's Fiancee
53. Meet Dad and Mom


“Why did Big Brother do that? Didn't Big Brother know the most about Abra's boss personality. He most dislikes being betrayed. Why did you do it?” ask Leo who is already emotional. Though all this time Luke always gave advice to be loyal to his boss, therapy is now even the man who betrayed.


“Because I don't like to see the boss care more about the woman, than our group,” Lukas replied without looking at his sister.


“Bos Abra has left our group much earlier before getting to know Salwa. He came back to us because of that woman. I should have taken care of him so that the boss could always be with us, not even want to kill him. It was the same as fighting with boss Abra. Fortunately, he didn't kill you. What if he did, I don't know what would happen. I'm sure the boss didn't because he remembered Salwa. As a husband, it's only natural that the boss would prefer his wife over the others."


Lukas lowered his head. True what Leo said, he should take care of Salwa, not even want to hurt him, but the man does not like to see Abra who looks weak when there is a wife. Lukas was afraid that his boss would even make his group lose.


She left the apartment without caring what her sister said. The man wanted to find some fresh air to calm his mind at this moment. Luke really could not think clearly. Accidentally, she meets Roni in front of the apartment.


“Lukas, where are you going?” ask Roni.


“You get out for a while, find wind.”


“Wind is sought, later you catch wind,” said Roni jokingly. However, Luke just looked at his friend. He was sure that if Abraham did not say anything to Roni because if the man in front of him knew, he would not say hello. Luke knew how loyal Roni was to Abra.


“Why do you see me like that? You're still normal, right?” roni asked while shivering in horror.


Luke hit his friend's head slowly. Roni may think like that, many women can still be used, why should look for the same thing.


“Ngaco.” Luke immediately left his friend and continued walking towards the elevator.


Roni, who felt that there was no work, followed Luke. He also wanted to talk to his friend. They talk too much about serious things, so there is no time to relax to talk from heart to heart as a friend.


“Why are you following me? I want to do it myself,” said Lukas.


“Don't be too often alone. Later on, the devil, I better be the one who wants you. I also have no job. You're free to do anything, I won't bother you." The elevator opened, the two men entered and to descend to the lower floor.


Meanwhile, Abra and Salwa go to see Papa Handi and Mama Syakila. They will meet at the restaurant. At first Salwa refused to go with her husband, but the man forced her because she did not want to go alone. Especially facing people who had not cared about him all this time.


Abra and Salwa were taken by a servant into a private room. Papa Handi and Mama Syakila were already there. The two parents smiled at the arrival of the child and his daughter-in-law. However, not with Abra, the man simply did not like being in the same environment as them.


“Sit down first, what do you want?” ask Mama Syakila.


“What do you want to order, honey?” abra asked his wife.


“Anything, Mas. It's up to you,” Salwa replied.


The waiter recorded the order and immediately left the room. “Please wait a moment. We will deliver it soon.”


“How are you, Abra?” mama Syakila asked to start the conversation. The atmosphere felt very awkward, even though they were family, but felt like strangers.


“Good, as Mama saw at the moment. I was always in good shape. From the past it was also like this,” replied Abra.


“Aren't you planning to have another wedding? Maybe bigger?”


Mama Syakila tried to make her son and daughter-in-law feel comfortable. But he was wrong. His treatment makes Abra and Salwa uncomfortable.


“No need, which yesterday alone was exhausting. We only invited a few people. Fortunately there are some who do not come, so there is no need to linger,” said Abra who made Mama Syakila bow her head.


He felt guilty for not being able to come during the event. The woman focused too much on Ibra and forgot her responsibility on the other child. Now he knows what it feels like to be ignored. At that time Mama Syakila thought Abra was a strong child, definitely able to get through it all. Without him knowing how to try his son at that time.


“Where do you work now? There's definitely nothing you're doing, right? How about you work at Papa company like before,” bargain Papa Handi.


“Sorry, Pa. Like I said, I'm not interested in working for that company. Although I am unemployed, I am grateful to have a wife who accepts me as I am, so I do not need to work in the office,” replied Abra who deliberately did not want to say if he also had a business. Even bigger than his parents.


“You don't like that! After all Salwa also definitely wants to like other women who go to the salon and shop.”


“If about that, Papa need not worry. I never banned Salwa. I also released him to do what he likes and all this time we did not lack money.”


“Now Salwa still has savings, but you can't be unemployed forever, right? So if you have decided to work you can contact Papa,” said Papa Handi who thought if all this time his son and son-in-law lived from Salwa savings money.


Abra did not mind Papa Handi's thought at all. The money belongs entirely to the wife. He only knows how to look for it. Without knowing how much is produced.


“No need, Pa. If I need a job, there are people who have offered me, so there is no need for Papa to wait for me. Better to lead the company well. Salwa and I have also decided to stay abroad, a place where I can be appreciated and respected.”


“You have always been stubborn. You are new to the household, but you are already arrogant by saying you do not need money. Look at it later, you will definitely be in trouble," said Papa Handi with emotion.


Abra was not at all surprised by her Papa's words. Papa Handi was like that, never changed. The man did not take his papa's attitude.


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