Loving My Brother's Fiancee
7. The Salwa house

"What's wrong? Why call me at night?" asked Abra lazily.

"Kok you so, anyway, honey? I miss you" answered Salwa across the phone.

"I have a job, we'd better talk tomorrow."

"Kok, that's it! Usually we always talk until the morning, but now, I just talked for a minute, already said busy. You've started to change, yeah!" said Salwa who was deliberately made as sad as possible. He wanted to know how Ibra reacted.

"If you want to find a talking friend, just find someone else. You can talk to your dad or your mom" Abra said in a stern tone.

Suddenly Salwa was silent. He was unable to say anything even though he intended to tease Ibra alone. The girl is always sensitive if someone talks about her mother.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted your work. Good night." Salwa closed the call without waiting for an answer from Ibra who was on the other side.

While Abra was feeling strange about his brother's fiancee and thought, 'Am I speaking wrong? I don't think so, I'm just telling you the truth. Just let it go.'

Abra tries to shake off her guilt. However, even until midnight he was still thinking about what was wrong from his words? Until the man decided to open a file about Salwa ever given by Romi. He opened the desk drawer next to the bed and read it.

It turns out that mama Salwa is dead and the girl is most anti if there is someone who discusses about her late mother. Abra did not read the file at all, she thought her mother Salwa was still alive and the woman who was the secretary was her affair. There are a lot of rich entrepreneurs like that, right?

Abra cursed his folly for offending Salwa. He was also afraid if his lie was exposed, especially earlier that the girl also immediately changed her tone. Salwa must have been offended by what she said. Abra wants to contact Salwa. However, he paused because it was already midnight.

Let the man call her tomorrow morning. Abra must apologize for making the girl sad. Although he should behave as shamefully as the others, he would. Abra did not want to be blamed if he made the relationship between Salwa and Ibra tenuous.

While across, Salwa covered her face with both palms. She cried considering her togetherness with her late mother. It all felt so beautiful, that it came to the betrayal of the father, who made his mother very sick until she died.

Since then her relationship with Anton has been strained. The man also taught her harder. Salwa could do absolutely nothing. Although in his heart the hatred was getting bigger, but Anton's restraint was much bigger.

Early in the morning, Abra was well-groomed. He's going to Salwa's house to apologize. The man tried to contact his brother's fiancee, but her number was off. A bad thought suddenly came.

"Ma, I go first" said Abra to her mother who was at the dinner table.

"It's still morning, where are you going?"

"Salwa asked me to go to his house, Ma. He said there was something to talk about. Later in the day I have a meeting so, I'll go there now, "Abra replied lying.

He knew how much this family loved Salwa because Ibra was dead to him. The man just didn't want to add to the problem. That's why it's better to lie.

"Oh, yeah, remember! If Salwa asks about the wedding plans, you should be good at it."

"Yes, Ma. I'll go first." Abra kissed her mother's forehead.

This time the man went with Mr. Yanto. He sent Romi a message to go straight to the office, no need to go home. Finally, after a thirty-minute journey, they arrived.

Abra got out of his car and knocked on the door. A middle-aged woman opened it. He smiled kindly at Ibra.

"Good morning, Mr Ibra? Please enter!" bik Sumi's.

Bik Sumi frowned when she heard Ibra's reply. Usually the man would return his greeting by teasing himself, but now only a cold voice he heard. The middle-aged woman did not dare to reprimand. It looks like Ibra is having a problem, looking at her serious face.

Abra sat in the living room, while Bik Sumi came in to call Salwa. Not how long did the sound of footsteps sound. However, it was not Salwa, it was Anton.

"Good morning, Ibra. How are you?" anton asked, extending his hand. The man felt strange about the arrival of his future son-in-law. This is the first time Abra has come so early.

"Morning, Mr. Anton, I am good" Abra said as he welcomed the hand of his future father-in-law.

"Why call sir? Usually at home."

"Oh .. Yes, I like the habit," Abra replied reasoned.

They also talked. Actually Abra was very lazy to respond, but how else Anton is the host.

"Sorry, sir, breakfast is ready. Non Salwa also asked Mr. Ibra to join," interrupted Bik Sumi.

"Yes, Bik" Anton said. "Let's go, Ibra, let's have breakfast first."

"Yes, Om."

They walked to the dining room. There Salwa was arranging dishes on the table. The girl only kept quiet as her father and fiance sat down. There was absolutely no intention of greeting.

Anton who saw the behavior of his daughter so know the reason Ibra came early in the morning. He was happy about it. Means Salwa's charm is getting bigger on her fiance. The man has a great opportunity to make his company more successful.

"Please enjoy, Ibra. This is our breakfast every day" Anton said.

"Thank you, it's been so good, Om."

They also had breakfast quietly. Salwa did not look at Ibra. It certainly makes Abra upset and feel guilty. It was very desirable for the man to speak directly and apologize to his fiancee. But here Anton is, there is no way he can speak.

Anton, who understands the situation, eats quickly so they can talk. He wanted his daughter to be able to control Ibra completely. The man must be within his grasp and Salwa must make it happen.

"I'm done, you guys just continue the breakfast. I also had a meeting this morning" said Anton. "Salwa, Papa leave first. If you want to go, call Papa. Let's send the driver home later."

Salwa just nodded without even saying. It was common for him. After Anton's departure, the atmosphere seemed quiet. Bik Sumi herself was behind washing clothes.

Abra occasionally glanced at the girl in front of him. He was confused about where to start talking.

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