When Love Should Determine
Chapter 133

Iqbal did not accept Larissa's rejection. He was angry and scolded her with harsh words.

Seeing his wife treated like that, of course, Hamzah did not stay silent. He also tried to warn his brother-in-law to be more gentle talking to women.

Instead of being conscious and apologizing, Iqbal just getting emotional. "Hey, you don't interfere! It's my family business, you're just an outsider who happens to be my sister's husband." Fingers pointed towards Hamzah with wide bulging eyes.

Scolded in such a way, of course, Hamzah was emotionally ignited, especially he warned carefully earlier. "So talk! Don't point like that."

"I know she's your sister, but she's also my wife. And I'm obligated to protect her, because now she's my responsibility."

"Don't think just because you're older than me, I'd be scared of you."

Iqbal fell silent at the anger Hamzah showed. Presumably he was afraid of his anger, first they were often involved in fighting. But in fact all that did not dampen his intention to force Larissa.

"Where is this home certificate now? I'll take over. So you better leave this house."

Hearing the threat Iqbal gave, Larissa's courage appeared. He might just give away what is rightfully his. "Sorry, brother, I can't give you a certificate of this house" he replied firmly.

"lho, why? This isn't your house?."

"I know it's not my house, but it's not my sister's. This is my mother's house that has been passed down to me."

"Hey, did you forget that mom said she was going to rent this house after she died? Then leave this house now and I'll rent it to someone else, let us both not occupy it."

Larissa smiled cynically at the words of her sister. "I never forget that. One thing you need to remember is that I'm the one who said it, not mom. So you never twist the facts."

"You twisted the facts, because Budhe told me that himself."

"Then call budhe here, let us both know who said that. For it was I who said this before Budhe when mother experienced the sakaratul of death. And I could swear in the name of Allah if it was me who said it."

"Why call budhe here all if I know I'm right."

"If you are very sure of your words, then why would you be afraid to call budhe here?" larissa asked with a cynical smile. "With this kind of attitude, it shows that I am the right one!."

Iqbal was silent. Larissa's words really make her die of lice and can not argue anymore.

For a moment they were both silent. While Hamzah let his wife fight her own brother, he was still on alert in case something unexpected happened.

The silence did not last long, because now Iqbal spoke up again. "All right! since you said that if you said that, then now leave this house. Neither you nor I deserve this house."

Larissa again smiled cynically at her brother's words. "Why am I leaving this house now? That's never gonna happen."

"So you want to disavow your own words?"

Hamzah rubbed his wife's trembling arm to make her calm down a bit. Without Larissa realizing the words earlier made her own emotions overflow until she unconsciously changed her tone to rise.

"So what you say! Do not be rude to older people" Iqbal growled, did not accept and never thought if his sister would be as brave to him.

"I never want to be rude to older people. But it was my own brother who forced me to act like this."

"Every brother must be protecting his sister, but what did you do to me? Do you still deserve my respect?."

Iqbal was getting ignited to hear the spicy words that his half-brother was saying. "Dragon's talking to you or I'll....."

"Or what will it be?" said Hamzah cut off Iqbal's words. This time he began to speak up because he saw Iqbal began to show that he would be rude.

Iqbal who had raised his hand towards Larissa did not do his intention when Hamzah began to show his fangs.

"Here you go, don't talk much anymore. Now quickly give the certificate of this house," said Iqbal later, the palm held up in front of Larissa.

"Until now I will never give it to you, because you have not shown a goodwill towards me" replied Larissa flatly.

Everyone will do the same if they are in the position of Larissa. Who will volunteer to give what is his right after being treated like that earlier.

"So like that?" said Iqbal smiling sly. "All right! But don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that he got up and stepped into Larissa's room. Open every closet and rummage through what is in it to find a home certificate.

Meanwhile, Hamzah and Larissa just kept silent while looking at what Iqbal was doing.

"It turns out my guess was right. Fortunately I had already hidden the certificate of home in a safe place," Larissa murmured inwardly. He was so grateful that God still gave this feeling.

Not also found what was sought, Iqbal was getting worse. Ransacked the entire house until all was in disarray. "Evacate this room immediately, for from now on I will wear it."

"As long as you don't want to give me the certificate, then I'll stay here" Iqbal said, removing the items in Larissa's room.

"If you want to stay here, please! I never forbid it. Brother can sleep in this room as long as you want" Larissa replied lightly. He picked up his scattered belongings and moved them elsewhere.

Hearing the answer of his brother Iqbal even more fierce. At the push of Larissa's wardrobe until it hit Larissa's child.

Larissa's son, an 18-month-old baby, has just learned to walk. Being hit by such a big thing, he immediately fell down and cried loudly. How big is a baby's body when compared to the size of a wardrobe.

Seeing her son hurt like that which mother will not be angry, as well as Larissa. He immediately grabbed his son with exploding emotions. "If you don't like me, let me know. Not to a little kid who doesn't know anything like this."