A Wound

Chapter 53's

Ara looked so focused on the food in front of her. Not because he enjoyed the dish so much, but trying to avoid the conversation of the woman in front of him. Even if it's impossible.

Ara and Sarah are having lunch together in the office cafeteria. Actually Ara was very reluctant to eat with the woman, but how else, she could not avoid it.

"Ara, how did you get to know Mas Ibra?" sarah opened the conversation.

"I am good friends with Brother Ibra's sister, so I know Ibra's brother from Rissa, his sister," replied Ara.

"Then you guys were dating?"

"No!" answer's short. She was very lazy to talk about her relationship with her husband to Sarah.

"But how did you get married? are you guys getting set up?" ask Sarah to wonder.

Ara squeaked, feeling like she was being interrogated by the woman. Didn't the woman know enough that she was Ibra's wife, why Sarah had to ask everything. But even though he was upset, he still tried to answer everything calmly.

"Not really. Ibra's sister suddenly asked me to get married."

"really? Is he that desperate?" Sarah's words made Ara link her eyebrows together.

"That's what Sarah means?"

"Did you know that Mas Ibra was the former Mba Viona, my sister?" mutilate. Who then gets the trunks from Ara.

"Yes, they've been dating for 5 years. But Mba Viona was so stupid, she betrayed Mas Ibra and married someone else.... And I thought, maybe that's why Mas Ibra married you to forget Mba Viona. Because everyone also knows that Mas Ibra loves Mba Viona very much" he explained.

Ara smiled stiffly, "Yes it's possible, because at that time I also did not understand why Brother Ibra suddenly invited me to get married."

"But you're very lucky to have Mas Ibra. You know, I used to be jealous of Mas Ibra's treatment of Mba Viona. I wish they would break up and I could have Mas Ibra."

Ara flinched and stared fixedly at the woman before her. Is the woman expressing her feelings, who actually likes her husband.

"Did Mba Sarah also like Sister Ibra?" ask Ara to investigate.

"Yes, but that was before. Now it's no longer because he's yours" said Sarah smiling so casually. Without knowing how Ara felt.

Throughout the break, Sarah kept telling her about Ibra's treatment of her while still dating Viona. Ibra was so kind to him, who always paid attention to him, even bought him the things he wanted.

Ara just heard it and responded to it. He really did not think how could the woman tell him everything. Wasn't that woman an educated woman, how could she be so foolish in sorting out the words that came out of her mouth. Well, unless he did it intentionally. And right now Ara was really jealous of it.

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In the afternoon, when Sarah was coming home, she came back to Ara.

"Did Mas Ibra pick you up?" ask Sarah.

"No, Mba. My car is here."

"Yes, too, but I still miss Mas Ibra. I come to your house sometime?"

Ara nodded small. "Yes, I can!" he said, which was not in line with his heart.

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That night, Ara tried to tell Ibra everything. He could not keep his feelings hidden.

After praying Maghrib and folding his face, Ara approached Ibra who was sitting on the sofa, busy with her phone without taking off her coke.

"Sister Ibra?" call her, having sat herself beside her husband.

"Hm!" sahut Ibra, without taking his eyes off his phone.

"Did Ibra know Mba Viona?" asked Ara softly, afraid if Ibra gets angry. And it managed to make Ibra stare at him.

"Did Sarah tell you?" Ara nodded slowly in response.

"Yes, we're ex-lovers, and that's the past. So it's not discussed anymore." Ibra then refocused on her phone.

"What time did my brother ask me to marry him? So that Ibra can forget him?" ask Ara again.

Ibra exhaled, then placed her phone on the table and turned her body towards Ara.

"But didn't Brother Ibra love him very much? must be hard to forget."

"Yes right.but after marrying you, I completely forgot about it quickly." Ibra smiled slightly as she gently rubbed his wife's face.

"What about Mba Sarah? does Brother Ibra like it too?"

Ibra chuckled, turning her gentle swab into a pinch on his wife's cheek. "Are you kidding? How could I like my sister!"

"But Mba Sarah likes Sister Ibra. He told me himself. She also told him all the kindness of Brother," he said, grumbling, wiping his cheek that got a pinch.

"God! And you believe it? He's playing you. I'm sure if Sarah knew you were interrogating me right now, she would have laughed at you." Ibra nodded and shook her head. He didn't think Sarah was really working with his wife.

"Really?" tanya Ara was convincing. Because until now he is still convinced that Sarah is serious with his words.

"Yes, I'm kind to her anyway because she's my boyfriend's sister. If only you had a younger sister I would have done the same to her. Because of your sister, my sister too," said Ibra cupping both of Ara's cheeks.

"Thank God you don't have a sister. You're almost jealous of your own sister" Ibra teased.

"Sir Ibra.." said Ara annoyed.

"Yes, now you're changing clothes and beautiful makeup." Ibra pulled Ara's hand, helping the woman stand up.

"Where are you going?" ask Ara.

"We'll have dinner together" he whispered. "You don't tell Mama and Rissa, you don't want them to interrupt our dinner."

Ara nodded and agreed. Before finally hurrying to change her clothes and dress pretty as her husband requested.

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After successfully sitting down, Ara circulated her gaze observing the atmosphere of the restaurant that seemed romantic. A European-style room with high ceilings, classic-style windows, and lighting that is deliberately dimmed add a romantic impression to the restaurant in one of the famous hotels.

And Ara gasped a little when some waiters came to serve some food menu, which they had not even ordered yet.

Ara smiled slightly, looking at the man before her who was also smiling at her. It turned out that her husband had indeed planned all of this, which he initially thought was just an impromptu dinner.

And he was made to gasp even more, when the last servant placed a medium-sized Black Forest that read 'Happy Birthday Wife' on it.

Ara laughed, when she woke up to that special day. He looked back at Ibra, feeling quite moved. He himself even forgot that today was his birthday. Because he did not like to celebrate his birthday.

"Thank you, brother," said Ara sincerely.

"Yes.hopefully you don't cry anymore!" said laugh.

"Sir Ibra." said Ara spoiled, making Ibra laugh more.

"It's fair that Arumi forced me to go to Miya's house. I'm sure they're preparing a cake with a candle bearing the number 22 on it." Ara smiled at the thought of the effort her two best friends might be planning.

Arumi and Miya take turns texting her, forcing her to come to Miya's house.

"Back from here we're there, brother?" her door.

"Yes sorted... Oh yes, this is a gift from my brother, but not at home." Ibra handed A red ribbon to Ara.

"Thank you, brother. So curious..emang can not be opened here only?"

"Don't!" ibra said quickly.

"If it doesn't have to be at home, why not give it later if it's already at home," shebik Ara.

"Yes, too." Ibra scratched her temple, feeling stupid. "Have not frowned again, seeing you like that made me want to celebrate in the room alone" Ibra laughed. He always felt anxious when he saw the face of his wife who was pouting.

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