My Wife Drabia's
22. Gaspan

Ansel got into his car, leaning his head against the steering wheel. He regretted what he had done.

"Drabian!" lamentations

Drabia and Mr. Ilham could not forgive him, could not even meet him.

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In the morning Ansel stepped back into the hospital hallway where the Drabia ward was located. He brought breakfast to his wife and in-laws. Last night he didn't come home and chose to sleep in his car.

"Please give this to them" Ansel said, handing a plastic bag in his hand to the man who was still faithfully standing guard at the door.

"Well, sir" The man took the plastic bag from Ansel's hand.

Without saying anything else, Ansel immediately passed from the front of the Drabia room. He can't be kept in the hospital, because there's a big mandate to be held accountable.

"You eat it" said Mr. Ilham when the man who was in charge of keeping the Drabia handed him the food that Ansel had left.

"But sir, it's not for us" the man refused to feel good if he had to eat that food for his employer.

"If you don't want to, give it to someone else." Mr. Ilham who has finished preparing to go to the office, immediately out of the Drabia treatment room.

Drabia himself was just silent and remembered how Ansel had been unwilling to touch the food he cooked at all.

Karma is very hard, he thought.

Arriving at the company, Mr. Ilham went straight into his room. It turned out that there was Ansel standing there waiting for him to face the window of the room.

Ansel who heard Mr. Ilham had come, immediately turned his body, towards the middle-aged lung man.

"Dad" call Ansel.

"Well, why did you come to my room?" cetus Sir Ilham looked at Ansel sharply.

Ansel put his foot closer to Mr. Ilham, and immediately lowered his body right in front of the man.

"Give me a chance to fix my household with Drabia, Dad. I promise I will love him, Dad. I promise I won't hurt her again" Please Ansel hold Mr. Ilham's hand.

"Drabia herself doesn't want to be with you anymore. And you don't love him, what for?. It can't be because you know she's a virgin, you love her right away?. You immediately turned away from the girl who would be your dream wife. Very good of you" decis Mr. Ilham.

"After hurting Drabia, now you want to play other women's feelings. You think you're the only one with feelings, no one else!." Mr. Ilham shook his head.

Ansel himself fell silent without being able to say anything.

Mr. Ilham threw Ansel's handrails apart, then walked towards his desk.

"Don't think I'm still staying here for you or for a big paycheck. I only think about the fate of the employees of this company. Because you are not fully able to be a leader here" said Mr. Ilham before sitting his body.

Ansel did not give up, he approached Mr. Ilham again.

"Dad! I'm sorry. It's better for Dad to beat me to death, than for Dad not to let me meet Drabia" Ansel persuaded him to extend his hand to massage the man's many meritorious shoulders.

"Review your hand!" gemas Pak Ilham brushed Ansel's hand off his shoulder. Ansel then rubbed his shoulders.

"I know Dad must be tired of working hard a dozen years taking care of this company" said Ansel review a little smile.

"Just you seduce me, Drabia herself doesn't want to be with you anymore." It's not undeniable how good his fucking daughter-in-law's massage is.

"Most importantly, Father's blessing first" Ansel's hand was increasingly eager to massage the man's back shoulder and neck.

Mr. Ilham snorted, it was smart that the son of a bitch took his heart.

"Try Drabia says she's a virgin. I must have done it with..."

"So if she's not a virgin anymore, you think it's okay to do it? Huh!" cut Mr. Ilham before Ansel finished his sentence. Anxious, eager to throw the foolish boy into the red sea.

"Dad, I promise to treat Drabia well" Ansel asked to set his sights on her.

"It's Ansel, you don't love my daughter. You're just sorry and feel like you owe your life." Mr. Ilham took a deep breath and took it out slowly.

Ansel silently dived into his heart. Does he love Drabia at the moment. Or he just regretted and felt indebted.

"It's my fault for asking you to marry my despicable daughter." Sir Ilham sighed again." I think by marrying her to you, you can fix her good name, you will guide her, be a good priest to her. But you even follow insulting him and even be rude.

"You've hurt Ansel too much, you hurt his heart and physique. Now let him be free from the pain" Mr. Ilham looked at Ansel's face with a sad, disappointed and hurt look.

"But Yeah..."

"Dad please, give him time to treat his wounds" Mr. Ilham quickly cut.

Ansel fell silent, feeling his heart ache if it had to properly remove Drabia. His heart skipped a beat, making his chest tight as if it was about to break.

No no no no no!, he did not want to take off Drabia. Ansel shook his head. Although not sure about his feelings. But he didn't want to regret it the second time.

Ansel knelt down in front of Pal Ilham, begging him to give him one last chance.

"Dad! please, give me a chance. Not because I regret Dad, but purely from my heart. I want to fix our household" Ansel asked in tears.

Seeing the begging face of Ansel who looks really, of course, Mr. Ilham did not have the heart to see it. That pitiful face reminded him of thirteen years ago. Ansel awoke from a coma, his father was gone. And it was Mr. Ilham who volunteered to be the father of the orphan.

" Stand up, son" he said, holding back tears that almost fell.

"Dad gave you back. But son, not now, he's still hurt. Give him time to treat his wounds." Mr. Ilham paused his sentence for a moment, then spoke again." And don't you have to solve your problems with your fiancee?. Prove, son, prove that you really mean it, and make sure you feel that you love Drabia. Because he needs to be loved."

Ansel's face immediately shone, he wiped his tears and immediately hugged Mr. Ilham.

"Thank you Dad!, Ansel promised never to hurt her again. Ansel promise Yah" Ansel sobbed. Touched to get the best man Mr. Ilham.

"Just try if you still dare to hurt my daughter. I make sure your juniors are out of place" threatened the middle-aged man.

Ansel took off his embrace, then kissed the man's cheek and immediately ran into his room.

"Bad!" sumpat Pak Ilham wiped his cheek former lips Ansel stuck.

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