A Wound

Chapter 31

"Where's rissa, Ma?" ibra asked her mother when she had just entered her house.

"There's in his room."

Ibra rushed up to her sister's room. And without knocking on Rissa's door, Ibra just walked in.

"Rissa... Siena..."

"What the hell, Brother. Yells?" sahut Rissa's. Who had just come out of the bathroom, after washing his face and brushing his teeth, as will soon sleep .

"Sister agrees with your plan" Ibra said without thinking.

Along the way home, he did not find any ideas at the request of his father, other than this one idea of course.

"Plan? Ara?" Rissa tried to guess.

"Yes!"

"Really?" tanyanya.

And as she got a nod from the man, Rissa who was feeling so happy, quickly gave the man a hug before her.

Ibra clucked while pushing her sister's body, "you're too much."

"Rissa was so happy to hear it" he said so cheerfully. However, not so long ago the smile on his face disappeared, "but, why all of a sudden?" he asked, when he felt so strange with the change in attitude of his brother. Because just this afternoon the man scolded him for having dared to get closer to Ara.

"Not ask much. What about Ara? Are you sure she'll agree to marry your sister?"

"So calm, Ara's problem let Rissa persuade him," he said confidently.

"Yes my sister believes in you. But not for long?" her door.

"Yes yes! Kebellet sister married huh? If you want, Rissa can call Ara now."

"Don't, tomorrow. Maybe he was asleep" Ibra said, then exited Rissa's room and went into her room right next to her.

When she was in her room, Ibra kept thinking about her decision. Suddenly he hesitated about the decision he made, making him come back out of his room, to his sister's room.

He planned, would withdraw his remark, before Rissa conveyed it to Ara.

But when he was about to open the door of his sister's room, he again threw out the hand that had held the handle of the door of the room. Ibra sighed, massaged her nape, worried about everything. To make her go back to her room, without talking to Rissa. And try to let things go as they are.

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The next day Rissa sent a message to Ara. He told his best friend that his brother invited him to dinner, because there was something he wanted to talk about with his best friend.

Ara

"If you can know what?"

Rissa

"I don't know either, Brother Ibra just told me to tell you this. How can you not?"

Ara

"Yes, God willing can. But you're coming too, right?"

Rissa

"Yes. Okay then Ibra's gonna pick you up at seven."

Ara

"Yes, okay."

After replying to the last message from Rissa, Ara put her phone next to the laptop on her study desk.

Ara furrowed her brows as she thought about what Ibra wanted to talk to her about. As he remembered he had no business with the man.

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At seven o'clock in the evening, Ibra picked up Ara at her house.

And after saying goodbye to Bi Ratih, the two walked together out of the house, towards Ibra's car.

Ibra just kept stealing the field at the girl who was walking beside her, who for some reason tonight looked so pretty in her eyes. Although the appearance of Ara is so simple because it only uses a white button skirt and beige blouse with a matching colored hijab.

They are not having a romantic dinner. Therefore, Ara only looks ordinary.

Ibra walks ahead of Ara, and opens her car door for the girl. Makes Ara feel a little awkward accepting her treatment.

Ara probed into Ibra's car, then turned her eyes to the man who was still holding the car door. "Where's rissa, sister?" ask Ara.

"Rissas? he's not coming."

"But he said he was coming."

"Ah yes, she's sorry, she said she couldn't come because she was doing a lot of work." Ibra is forced to lie, because she does not know about Rissa's plan to come with them. His sister is very good at lying.

"That's it!" Ara forced her smile, even though she felt so awkward about having to walk alone with Ibra.

"It's okay if we're just the two of us?" ask Ibra.

"Yes it's okay. Brother has also come here," replied Ara as it is.

If only Miya was at home, maybe he would invite his best friend to accompany him. But, right now Miya is out with her fiance, who happens to come visit her.

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Ara and Ibra are in a restaurant. Both of them looked so awkward, after the waiter who recorded their order had left from there.

Ibra fused her eyebrows together, "didn't Rissa say something to you?" tanyakanya.

"Say what?" asked Ara confused. "He just said that you wanted to talk to me about something" she explained.

"God! so the kid hasn't said anything to Ara!" inner Ibra.

Ibra had mistakenly thought that Rissa had told Ara about her plan to marry the girl. He had even thought that Ara had agreed, therefore the girl was willing to have dinner with him.

"Then what should I tell him? Should I shoot him? Saying love to her? Oh, my God, come on think!" inner Ibra.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" tanya Ibra was confident.

"What kind of question is that? Didn't Rissa say she didn't have a boyfriend? You idiot!"

"No. Why did you ask that?" Ara smiled awkwardly, as she felt so strange about the question of the man before her.

"Will you marry me?" ibra bluntly. Looks like he doesn't have to mince words anymore.

Ara's eyes were rounded full of hearing the man's words before her. Did he not hear wrong? Or maybe the guy was just joking. "Sister mean?"

"I'm asking you to be my wife!"

Those very unromantic words, just came out of Ibra's mouth. Without rings or flowers. How could he propose to a girl without any preparation.

"I'm sorry... " One word from Ara, which Ibra could quite understand if the girl rejected it. "i can't," said Ara.

"Why? Do you think I'm just kidding?" ask Ibra.

Ara shook her head, "no. I just really can't. If there's nothing else you want to talk about, I'd better go home!"

Ibra sighed, as her lips were unable to seduce the girl anymore. Makes him feel desperate for his efforts. He is not a romantic guy. Nor does he know how he could be like that.

"Don't go home first. We came together, so the house should be together too. We eat first. We have ordered food, dear if not eaten" said Ibra sage.

Although his proposal was rejected, but not necessarily have to make him angry or hate the girl.

Ara nodded her head and confirmed Ibra's words. And after that, no more conversation took place between the two, until the waiter came to deliver their order.

Ara ate so hurriedly, it was already very impatient to go home. Makes Ibra who saw him laugh a little, feel funny with the behavior of the girl in front of him.

"Is she so afraid of marrying me?"

"Why? Is there something strange about me?" tanya Ara looked at Ibra who kept smiling looking at her.

"none. You're beautiful!" ibra said smilingly, making Ara shrivel in shame.

Ara resumed eating by continuing to look down making Ibra even more funny to see it.

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In the car heading home, there was no conversation going on between Ara and Ibra. Until Ibra pulled her car over on the side of the road that was a little quiet made Ara become afraid.

"Why stop here?" ask Ara.

"There's something I want to talk about." replied Ibra.

"But why stop? we can talk while we walk."

"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you. I just want to say something."

"Speak!"

"Do you really not want to marry me?" ask Ibra.

"Yes, no!" answer Ara quickly.

"What if I ask for your help?"

Ara knitted her eyebrows together, "help?"

"Yes. Pretend to marry me" she pleaded. "Honestly, I did this because I wanted to avoid the matchmaking my father made."

"So you didn't mean this wedding?" Ara shook her head, feeling inexhaustible with the thought of the man before her.

"I beg! We're just getting married, I promise I won't touch you, let alone hurt you."

"Do I look so stupid? until my sister asked me that?"

"No, it's not like that. I think you're a good girl. Rissa also really wanted me to marry you. And if someday you want to split up, then we'll do it."

Ara was getting more and more out of thought with the man's words. To make him feel fed up with it.

"I'm sorry, I can't. Brother's thinking is too simple. Brother looked at everything. You think marriage is a game? It was a promise between my brother and God. Egoistic brother only thinks of himself brother."

Ara opened Ibra's car door, about to get out of there. But his movements stalled, as Ibra quickly advanced her body, pulling back the door of her car, bringing the bodies of the two very close. Even the masculine fragrance of Ibra's body was so evocative in Ara's smell, making her silently pecking because she felt so nervous.

"I'll take you home."

Ibra locked her car door and immediately drove forward.

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