A Wound

Chapter 30's

Ibra's annoyance at her sister had already peaked. He never thought he would be fooled by his sister's plans.

"It looks like Rissa has gone home" he said bluntly.

"Going home? he said go to the toilet."

"He tricked you" said Ibra flatly.

"Sister mean?" ask Ara, not thinking. "I will check it" he added, who then stood up from his seat.

"No need. He sent me a message" he said. I want Ibra to show the message to Ara to convince the girl. But that's impossible for him to do.

"I'll call him," Ara chuckled. Who then actually contacted Rissa.

Ara felt a little embarrassed at Ibra, after ending her call with Rissa. Yang said he suddenly went home without saying goodbye to her, because her stomach was very painful. And Rissa has apologized for that.

"Come on. I will take you home" said Ibra softly, without further ado.

"No need, brother. I took a taxi." I refused.

"Rissa left you to me, if I didn't deliver you she'd be mad at me."

"All right!" Ara nodded, then followed Ibra's steps towards the parking lot.

"Your house is the same?" ibra asked, when they were on their way.

"Yes, Brother."

"I'm so sorry about your father. Sorry, I didn't get there at the time."

"Yes, it's okay, brother. Thank you" he said smiling.

Ibra glanced at Ara at a glance with the tail of her eyes. Ara's story about her parents, who were orphanage children, turned back in her mind. It caused a sense of compassion for the girl.

True said Rissa, the girl was very poor, had no one else in this world. He could not imagine how devastated the girl was when she lost her father.

Ibra's car has been parked, right in front of the fence of Ara's house.

"Thank you, brother." Ara took off the seat belt that was coiled around her body, "Sister don't stop by first?" bargained for.

"Yes, equally. No, I'll just go home."

"Then brother be careful." Ara then got out of the car, and closed the door again. "One more time, thank you, brother." Ara smiled and waved her hand.

Ibra drove back to her car. But his view cannot be separated from the reflection of Ara in his rearview mirror. Yes, the girl did not rush into her house. He kept looking at Ibra's side. Making a smile clearly imprinted on the man's lips.

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Rissa, who had just come out of the kitchen, was shocked by Ibra's presence in her house.

"Why aren't you home?" Where's ara?" he said it was a little hardened, because Ibra was walking so fast.

Rissa followed Ibra's steps, "Sister!" he shouted again, while not getting a response from the man.

Ibra stopped her steps suddenly. Making Rissa gasp in shock when her body almost hit her brother's body. To make it have to slightly rewind his body.

"Are you crazy? What do you mean do all this?" sergeant.

"Rissa just wants Big Brother to be closer to Ara." Rissa lowered her gaze, deeply afraid to see her brother's anger.

"Stop! Do you think Ara would like it if she knew your crazy idea?" snapped Ibra.

"What's this?" Papa Nahar's voice stopped the debate.

"Ah, there's nothing, Pa. Aye, Sis?" Rissa looked at Ibra. Ask for the man's support. Yet the man was only speechless, still loyal to his regretful face.

"Yes already!" Although Papa Nahar knew there was a problem between the two, but he tried to ignore it. Anyway, it's common.

Papa Nahar then turned to look at Ibra.

"Ibra! Tonight, papa's got dinner plans with papa's business partner. Papa hope you can accompany papa," he asked.

"Alright, Pa. Then Ibra went to the room first," he said, who then rushed up to his room, after getting a nod from his papa.

Rissa looked at her sister's departure with a pouting face. Feeling upset when the plan he made, did not produce results.

"Hey, what's with this pretty face?" papa Nahar said, pulling his daughter's nose.

"Why not, Pa." answered Rissa.

"Stop fighting with your sister. You're grown up, you're not a kid anymore."

"Yes, Pa. We don't fight anyway."

"Yes already. When's your graduation plan?" ask Papa Nahar.

"Yes already. Then papa go to the room first."

"Yes, Pa," said Rissa, who got a gentle swab on her head, before her papa passed leaving her.

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"Miya hasn't come home yet, Bi?" ara asked Bi Ratih who was busy watching her favorite family movie in the living room.

"Eh, is Neng Ara home yet?" asked Bi Ratih, who quickly stood up from his seat.

"Yes, Bi. Miya hasn't come home yet, Bi?" tanyanya back.

"Yes, not yet, Neng. Oh yes, Neng. There was a friend of mine here looking for Neng Ara."

"Who, Bi?"

"Sir Jordan." Ara's eyes were fully rounded, hearing Bi Ratih's words. "If Neng Ara still remembers, he used to come here several times. But it's been a long time" he said.

"Yes, Ara remembered, Bi. Then Ara went up to the room first huh, Bi," said Ara, after a while of silence because of her daydream.

"Yes, Neng. Please!"

Ara went up to her room in a hurry. After closing the door of her room, Ara walked slowly to her bed and sat herself there. Thinking about his father's friend coming to his house.

Both of Ara's hands firmly gripped the bedsheet beside her. I don't know why he became so afraid of the man. It made him very reluctant to meet the middle-aged man. As he remembered it, the man was very kind to him.

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This evening Ibra and her papa left for a five-star restaurant, escorted by her papa's private driver.

When he entered the restaurant, Ibra was able to catch a middle-aged man who was waving towards them, accompanied by a girl who can estimate his age, not much different from his sister.

Ibra turned to look at her papa, who was seen throwing a smile at the middle-aged man. "What does this mean, Pa?" tanyanya was suspicious, while stopping her steps.

"Papa knew that your boyfriend was married. So just follow papa's plan. And don't embarrass papa" he said with emphasis. Then walk first leaving his son.

"Shit!" ibra Aspic.

"Sorry, make you wait," said Papa Nahar.

"No problem. We just arrived, too." The man smiled then turned to look at Ibra who was currently standing right beside her papa.

The two middle-aged men then introduced each other to their children. The girl who was going to be in a match with Ibra just kept smiling shyly when her father was so proud of her. And occasionally glanced at Ibra, who was sitting right in front of him, but seemed so reluctant to see him.

"Sir Ibra, om hope you like princess om. He's a good boy. You'd be very lucky to be his partner."

The man continued to boast of his daughter. Starting from the nature of his daughter, education, work, even about the number of men who want to be in a relationship with his daughter. It made Ibra so sick of hearing it.

"Before Ibra apologized, Om. But Ibra already has a future wife." Ibra's statement made the middle-aged man's lips faint instantly.

"What do you mean?" ask papa Nahar a little emotion.

"Sorry, Pa. Actually Ibra was planning to tell Papa about this. But Ibra was looking for the right time" he told a lie. "Ibra also did not know that this meeting was made to talk about our matchmaking. Had Ibra known from the beginning, then Ibra would have been frank with Papa."

Ibra then turned her gaze to the man before her. "I'm sorry, Om. I'm very sorry about this. Princess Om is so beautiful. And I also believe he's a very good boy. Because it's not very difficult for om to find a guy who is better than me, for him," he said.

The man nodded and smiled at Ibra, "yes, no problem. After all, this meeting we made just to introduce you. If you feel fit, we will continue. But if not, then we will not force," said the wise man.

"Yes, thank you, Om. Thanks for understanding." Ibra smiled with satisfaction. It was like a burden was missing from his shoulders.

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"Are you serious about your words?" ask Papa Nahar when they are in the car to go home.

"Are you playing papa?" he asked again, when he saw his son did not intend to respond to his words.

"No, Pa. Ibra seriously, already has his own candidate."

"If that's true, this week bring the woman to meet with papa."

"Yes, Pa."

Ibra sighed. Problem one is gone, new problem arises again. I don't know what he's gonna do.

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