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Chapter 11 is getting desperate

After returning from the hospital, Tirta took Ervan around, told each other stories and gave him a little advice. But his anger has not subsided. His mind was still on Sarah who rejected him and the bill money that came out of nowhere.

“Good afternoon, dear,” greet mama saw her son step inside the house.

Ervan did not reply, her eyes locked on a girl who was embracing her mother's hand intimately. The girl smiled shyly, returning Ervan's gaze to him. Ervan rolled her eyeballs, then left just like that, ignoring the girl who was still stealing glances.

“Ervan.”

“Ma, I'm tired,” she replied without stopping her steps.

Mama gave up on not wanting to argue in front of her guests. Moreover, his son's face was not friendly today.

In the room, Ervan opened his suit, threw him down violently, then trampled his anger. Shit, shit! while continuing to curse.

“You're lucky because of your son. But, you rejected me. You cheap woman, your son alone is not known who his father is and acts as a saintly pretender in front of me,” Ervan said as he continued to trample his suit.

Feeling tired, Ervan kicked his suit up to the corner of the room. Step onto the bed, stare at his empty bed, then throw back a pillow and roll up to hit the wall.

“Basic, women do not know thank you.”

Ervan dropped her body on her soft mattress, closing her eyes for a moment. Then, get back up to pick up the pillow and roll it lying down.

“Sial,’ umpatnya, then back lying down.

At seven o'clock, it's dinner time. Ervan came down the stairs, wearing a black t-shirt and shorts. He again furrowed his eyebrows, the girl this afternoon was still there, looking busy arranging the dining table with her mother and the servants.

Ervan pulled out a chair and sat down just like that, ignoring the girl who took a sitting position beside her. His two parents, joining them, let the girl seek the attention of her son.

“What's your name?” ervan asked finally, making his parents smile.

“I Clarissa, just call Risa.” Smile while glancing.

“Hoh, after this you should go home. I do not like women who are aggressive and tend to offer themselves.”

“Ervan,” snapped papa.

Ervan flicked her dinner, grabbed her glass of juice and left. Ignoring the girl who was shedding tears and her mother who was still calling her name.

“Ervan,” call papa who turns out to follow him to the room.

“What's up, Pa?’

“Do you need to behave like this? Where's your manners? Clarissa is Papa's friend's child and she's the woman who will be your wife, period.”

“Wife? Papa has no right to make a decision, I will choose for myself who will be my wife.”

“Papa does not want to hear your reason again, like it or not like you have to marry a friend's child Papa.”

“I don't want to. Don't force me, unless Papa wants the girl to be a widow in a day.”

“Ervan, watch your mouth!” hardik mama who apparently followed in the room.

Ervan snatched the keys to her car, ran small down the stairs, ignoring the cries of her parents. In the living room, Clarissa prevented his steps.

“Soaring,” Ervan said coldly

“Sister Ervan, please don't be like this. Poor aunt and om.” Clarissa spoke softly, aligning her plain face.

“I said step aside,” Ervan pushed Clarissa until her body pulled over.

Before long, there was the sound of the roar of the car engine coming out of the yard. Ervan drove at high speed, his mind was confused like a tangled thread, he continued to drive his vehicle until he stopped in front of the hospital where Sarah was treated..

Ervan turned the bow towards Tirta's apartment, which was not far from the hospital. Ten minutes into the ride, Ervan exited by slamming the door of his car. Pressing the doorbell many times, then kicking the door of the apartment Tirta, until the occupants came out of the apartment.

“You want to break my door?” tirta asked to find Ervan with a scary face and looked at him piercingly.

Ervan barges in, he sees Alan is playing Playstation with casually enjoying a free life, unlike himself. Ervan picks up Tirta's joysticks, accompanying Alan to a boxing game.

“Horn him,” he said as he continued to press joystik firmly, like it would damage him.

Alan shook his head, letting Ervan defeat him, otherwise the man would slam what he was holding. Before long, Tirta approached them with a soft drink and some snacks, Ervan put the joystick with the origin, then grabbed the soda glass.

“Tirta, have your men drag the woman here,” Ervan ordered after gulping her sodas.

“Van, don't be like this. You can force her to marry, but she won't be willing to work together to lie to your parents, ” Alan suggested.

“I'm running out of time, Lan. My father has chosen a future wife for me,” said Ervan who was frustrated.

Tirta and Alan stared at each other, It seems Ervan is getting desperate. Seen from the look of his scary face and vent his anger on the objects around him.

“Alright I will help you persuade that woman.”

Tirta reached into his cell phone, contacting his men who were always on standby. Delivering the command according to Ervan's instructions, then re-inserting his phone in his pocket.

“How?” ervan asked impatiently.

“We must wait,” replied Tirta.

Alan fixed his sitting position, gulped his sodas slowly while watching Ervan's facial features. Alan put down his glass, stealing a glance. Want to say something but held back because the look of the man's face in front of him has not changed.

“Van,” reprimand Alan.

“Hemm,” Ervan reply briefly.

“Do you not want to accept your parents' matchmaking or have a serious relationship

with a girl.”

“What do you mean?” Ervan frowned.

“I feel like what you are doing is in vain,” Alan said

“Don't beat around the bush, Alan. Say, what do you mean?”

“You only want to marry her contract, not after the contract is completed your parents will return to match you. You just spend your time in vain and you will continue to do repeated events,” said Alan who tried to open the way Ervan thinks.

“You know, if I can't. If I marry a woman I don't love, it's the same way I go back to making the same mistake. To this day, I have not forgotten it. As soon as I found out if she killed herself pregnant, it was like I was going to die. Every night I dream the same thing,

Lan's. You know, if I'm so tormented.”

Ervan closed her eyes while clutching her chest that felt tight, slowly her tears flowed explaining her regret that had already taken root in her heart.

“Sorry, I just want you to be able to live quietly, without the urging of your parents,” Alan replied, approaching Ervan and then rubbing her back. “I know this is not easy for you, but I hope you can persuade her in a gentle way. His life is also not easy, as having a child he should consider.”

Ervan nodded her head, wiped her tears and hugged Alan who was like a brother to her. Among their friendship, Alan does have a more mature side in solving problems, although sometimes he jokes more. After calming their feelings, they returned to chatting as usual, then a phone call silenced them simultaneously.

“Thanks,” Ervan commands to Tirta who then sets it in speaker mode.

“Pak, the woman is gone. We've been looking for him contracted, but he's been gone this afternoon. We're still looking

traces.”