Arrested Married CEO

MISDIRECTION

Erlan and I just moved into this neighborhood about a few days ago. The reason Erlan chose to stay here was of course because of me.

I love the quiet, even though I'm very chatty but I don't like it when there's a lot of noise around me.

Before Erlan married me, I had seen a property ad that offered a residence in the middle of the city with a cool feel. And what fascinated me the most was the artificial lake located in the middle of the neighborhood.

I told that to Erlan's sister, I mean just a prank. I had no intention of asking Erlan to buy it for me. However, Erlan's heart was very sensitive. He then drained all his savings to buy the house I wanted.

Honestly, I was very happy when Erlan said that we both owned one of the houses in this neighborhood.

I had heard om and aunt angry at Erlan's sister, but I did not get any answers from Erlan's sister when I asked what problem made om and aunt to be angry like that.

However, my curiosity was answered once we decided to stay here, which was when I received a document that read my name there.

Legal documents of permanent home ownership, it turns out brother Erlan bought the house in my name. I thought maybe that's what makes om and auntie angry, but that's not the case.

As soon as I checked all the documents one by one, I was sure very much if my eyes would want to jump out of place when I saw the number of digits of the price of this house.

What a very expensive price for the size of a house that is not too big, this house is even only the size of the front yard of the orphanage owned by Grandma. The house has a modern and unique design. Completed with a mini-sized basement and also a rooftop that is not so big.

I admit this house is very beautiful, I love it too. However, my chest felt tight seeing the price that must be paid by Brother Erlan just for a house.

I had suggested to Brother Erlan to resell the house he had just bought, but Erlan refused emphatically and said that the price of this house was not worth the happiness I gave her.

Not that I'm big-headed, but Erlan looks really happy after meeting me. Grandma said it.

Erlan's parents died in a plane crash when the three of them went on vacation, only Erlan's brother survived the horrific incident.

After the incident, Erlan's sister was taken care of by her grandmother who owned an orphanage. And that's where Erlan and I first met.

I see Brother Erlan as a man who is very unusually patient, he is very understanding and also considerate.

Grandma always said that I was the one who had healed the trauma in Erlan's heart, but it was actually Erlan's sister who had given me a very beautiful life.

***

"Lord, why is my dear Aca still pouting?" I looked at Erlan's brother who was walking while looking up at the sky.

I tilted my head and looked up at the sky. "Lord, why do you take the anger of my dear Brother Erlan? You should have left a little anger in his heart for him to be a slightly sane human being." I quipped with a super sharp glance at Erlan's sister.

Instead of being angry with me, Erlan laughed. Soon his hand landed on my head and rubbed my long hair.

"I've run out of anger, because you've taken everything." said Kek Erlan softly.

I snorted because I knew it wasn't a compliment. "Just as big brother!" my murmur.

I walked ahead of Erlan's sister, leaving her still smiling behind me.

I walked with anger that kept on rising in my heart, the reason being only one. I don't like Erlan's brother always succumbing in front of others, let alone someone as arrogant as the master? Ah, because she doesn't matter I forgot her name.

Anger sometimes makes us forget directions, as it happens to me today. I felt I was already walking in the right direction, but suddenly Brother Erlan shouted behind me. "Darling, it's not our house!"

I blinked, realizing that my house wasn't this big. I raised my gaze and saw a huge house before me. The house is always the first sight I see every time I wake up in the morning.

How not? The house was across the street from my house, and because of its enormous size it made my house look like a rabbit cage.

I stared at the house. "Yes! One day I will have a house like this." I murmured.

I turned my body around and saw Erlan's handsome face laughing at me.

'Fortunately you are handsome, brother, otherwise I would have thrown sandals !'

"My little sister can't wait to visit Mr. Stevano's house and thank him for breakfast this morning." Erlan's brother rolled his eyes.

"Optimacy breakfast!!!" my murmur, then across the road to our house.

"Dear, it is not good to eat too much emotion later you will be easily hungry." said Erlan, although he knew I did not care.

"If you're hungry, just eat." I replied indifferently.

Brother Erlan walked up to me to open the fence. "Please come in, Angry bird!" he said with a face that could not be separated from a smile.

I could only look at him with a bad feeling.

***

My first encounter with that shitty guy was really stuck in the recesses of my ice cream-soft heart.

His extremely tall and large posture made me feel like a dwarf when faced with him. Added to that with his voice that sounded very heavy, the hallmark of a grown man's voice. It made me feel even more intimidated when he yelled at me. And what's even more annoying to me is Erlan's attitude of staying calm against such a haughty man.

Brother Erlan was also tall and burly, but I never felt afraid when I was around him. Maybe because Erlan always smiled and spoke softly. I almost never saw any anger from him.

Lucky for me, having a husband like Erlan's sister isn't like that tyrant guy. I hope that whoever becomes a companion to the man's life has been blessed with a heart as strong as steel by God.

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