A Wound
Chapter 28's
At night, after Ibra finished her work, she tried to contact her friends.
"We're going to Rafael's club, I'm waiting for you there" he said on his phone.
After disconnecting her phone, Ibra tidied up her desk. Put some of the documents he will use for tomorrow's meeting into his bag, before finally moving out of his room.
Ibra currently serves as Personnel Director at his father's company, which is a manufacturing company engaged in electronics.
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Ibra is currently in one of the nightclubs in the city.
Ibra went to the club to relieve his fatigue. And forget for a moment his father's plan.
This afternoon, Ryan had sent her some personal data of the girl he was about to be betrothed to. And when looking at the data of the girls, none of them attracted his heart.
"Viv.wah.wah ... Break up in love again?" asked Rafael, who is none other than the owner of the club where Ibra is now.
Rafael patted Ibra on the shoulder and laughed. At his disposal, Ibra would only come to his place when there was trouble. And the last time the man came, when he found out that his girlfriend was pregnant with another boy.
"Whisper!" ibra shouted, as some of her friends were mocking her.
"If you don't want to be noisy to the mosque there. Then you'll find peace there" said one of them.
"Hein..." Ibra clucked, tilting one corner of her lips, hearing the words of her friend. Then grab a glass of drink in front of him.
Just a few glasses he sipped the drink, but suddenly he felt very lazy to continue his fun.
"I'm going home." Ibra stood up from her seat when some of her friends had just sat down.
"Where are you going?" ask one of them.
"home."
"But we just came."
"You go ahead, I'm tired."
"Aren't you the one who brought us here?" Shouts from one of his friends, got no response from Ibra who had walked away.
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Ibra patted her head as she entered her house. Feeling a little dizzy. And when he saw his father who was sitting in the family room with his mother and sister, made him speed up his steps to go up to his room.
Mama Reta who saw her son's evasive attitude, turned her eyes to her husband.
"Is Papa serious about Papa's plan?"
"For what Papa's joking. He is an adult, he should be married." replied papa Nahar, who already understood the direction of his wife's conversation.
"But mom doesn't like Viona very much." Mama Reta grunts. He never liked his son's girlfriend.
"It all depends on Ibra. Papa's been very dizzy with the offer of papa's colleagues who offer his daughter to marry our son."
Mama Reta sighed. Hoping that Ibra would not marry her lover, she chose one of the girls her husband mentioned.
Rissa who had just listened to the debate of her parents, suddenly smiled when she had an idea in her head.
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Just as he closed his eyes, the sound of a knock on the door of his room made him reopen both eyes.
"Sister, it's Rissa." Rissa slowly opened the door of her brother's unlocked room.
"What's wrong?" ibra asked Rissa who was sitting next to him.
"So you're getting married to one of Papa's friend's kids?" ask Rissa.
Ibra sighed, then sat herself down. Feeling tired of questions about the marriage she doesn't want.
"What are you talking about?" tanyanya, staring lazy at her sister.
"Rissa knew that Viona was married to another man. So, that means you're getting married to one of your friends' daughters."
Ibra snorted in annoyance. How could his sister, get information so quickly. "No! Brother won't marry anyone."
"But Papa won't let Brother refuse his wish. Well except.." said Rissa hanging.
"What?" ibra asked, as Rissa did not continue.
"Unless you have your own choice of sister."
"You mean?"
"Marry Ara." replied Rissa quickly.
"Are you crazy?"
"No. Ara's a good girl. I'd be so happy if you married her."
"Am I getting married just to make you happy?"
"Chey, this Brother ... I feel sorry for Ara. He no longer has a family. With Brother marrying her, we will give her a new family. Rissa also believes that you can make her happy" said Rissa.
"Stop talking a no-no. Brother is tired, sister wants to rest. Come outside!"
"Sister... Rissa please marry Ara. After this, Rissa promised that she would never again ask for anything to do with her sister."
"Get out!" Ibra continued to push her sister's body out of the room.
"Ara's a good girl, it won't be hard for sister to like her." Rissa's shout was ignored by Ibra who had locked the door of her room.
"Rissa won't give up, just look at it later" he muttered, who then walked towards his room. Picked up her phone and tried to contact Ara.
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