First Love of Kalila

Eps. 151

“You came before my husband, apologizing to him for what you've done so far. And, one more thing, ask for help properly. If need begging while kneeling before my husband.”

Kalila pulled Dimas' arm and left the private dining room. Leaving Gilang and Adi Putra. Of course Adi Putra was so upset by Kalila's words.

Apologizing?

Begging while kneeling?

“Indeed matching pairs. Her husband is an illegitimate child, and his wife is a brengs3k and arrogant woman!” aspir Adi Putra.

Gilang again quarreled with his father. The middle-aged man would not be willing, if he were to kneel down and plead with Dimas. Let alone begging, seeing the face of Dimas alone, Adi Putra was reluctant.

“We go to Ibra's apartment. We forced him to return to the company. I'm sure my grandson is more than capable of helping the company.”

“Can? Did Papi forget, our company went bankrupt because of whom?!” gilang.

However, Adi Putra certainly did not care about it. For Adi Putra, Ibrahim is the only intelligent person in the universe. Adi Putra's love for Ibrahim was so great. His grandson was just missteps until he got a little lost.

Lazily, Gilang asked the driver to drive them to Ibrahim's luxury apartment.

Again they found Ibrahim lying on the floor, even around the man there were a lot of spills of liquor.

Gilang is really furious to see the behavior of the child now. He saw the face of Ibrahim who was now filled with many fine hairs around the tip of his cheeks and chin. There was sadness in Gilang's heart when he saw his son was so unkempt.

“What's my fault is Allah ... Why can my son be a human being so far away from you. In fact, Ibra was a child who was so good,” Gilang's mind. The middle-aged man now felt like he had failed to become a father.

“We have to help Ibra get off the candle will be alcohol,” said Gilang. Adi Putra flinching. The elderly man actually really wanted to see Ibrahim off the snare of liquor. However, if the news was sticking to the media, of course it would tarnish his good name.

“No one should know, if the grandson of an Adi Putra, is addicted to alcohol. That would make me so embarrassed! Company shares will also plummet!”

Gilang looked at the father. Wasn't Abraham his favorite grandson? Then why does the father think more about his shame, than the physical and mental health of his favorite grandson?

“Ibra Cages in room. Assign two housekeepers in the mansion, to take care of it here. Assigned also a security guard to maintain security,” Adi Putra said.

“Pi, Ibra is already addicted. He needs medical help, needs professional treatment!”

“Yes, you're looking for a professional. Ask him to stay here until Ibra recovers from the candlestick. But remember, make sure the person is trustworthy, and do not spread this news.”

He could only follow the orders of his father.

Finally, the man brought two domestic assistants who had served in his home for a dozen years. Gilang also brought a security on the same day.

The three workers cleaned the entire house as soon as they got there. And when Ibrahim came to his senses, the man found his whole house clean.

The man walked towards his liquor storage rack. As usual, at midnight, Ibrahim began partying until morning, alone. The man did not even realize there was someone else in his residence. Ibrahim cools himself with his liquor and the thumping of a deafening song.

Up to three days later, Ibrahim cried hysterically for not finding his liquor in an ordinary place. The entire occupant of the luxurious apartment room woke up. There was no exception for a psychiatrist and a nurse who had just arrived there this morning.

“You searched for this, Mr Ibra?”

Abraham looked at the source of the voice. Standing up a young man who was quite handsome. Ibrahim approached the man and was about to take the bottle of liquor that was on the man. However, the man who works as a psychiatrist held him tightly.

“Include, my name is Arya. From now on, if you want to drink this liquor, you have to tell the story of your life. One story, one glass. How?”

Instead of answering the challenge given by the young psychiatrist, Ibrahim instead gave a fist to the handsome psychiatrist's face. Fortunately, the man had a qualified martial arts, so he could fend off Ibrahim's attack. Even the man managed to get Ibrahim to his knees.

The young psychiatrist gave Ibrahim three glasses of slovenia containing liquor.

And, from that moment on, they made a pact. Ibrahim had to tell his life story for ten minutes, whenever the man wanted to drink the liquor. In fact, even then Ibrahim can only drink one shot, or equivalent to 30 ml.

If the man wants more, he has to tell a story longer.

Ibrahim, who used to drink a bottle of liquor, felt pain all over his body because he drank only three sloves. In a fit of annoyance, Ibrahim banged on the door of Arya's room.

“Open! Open door! I need that drink right now!”

There was no sound behind the door of the room. Ibrahim even tried to break down the door, but nil. The man fell down and felt pain all over his body.

Ibrahim repeatedly asked for the liquor, and repeatedly Arya and her assistant shook their heads and did not respond to Ibrahim's cries.

“I'll tell you! Give me that drink now!”

The sound of the door opening. Ibrahim straightened up his body, preparing to welcome the liquor that had become his friend. But what Ibrahim expected did not happen. Arya just came out alone without carrying anything in her hands.

“Where to drink it!” shouted Ibrahim. The man even attempted to enter into the room occupied by Arya. But of course it didn't work. Because in terms of strength, Ibrahim lost to Arya, especially the man was not in a fit condition.

“Now it's two in the morning. I want to rest. So, I did not open a vent session at this hour. If you want, you can meet me tomorrow morning, after you finish the breakfast served.”

“Brengs*k!”

Ibrahim again raised his fist, and Arya again managed to avoid, even making Ibrahim back to his knees.

Arya returned to her room, leaving Ibrahim still on his knees.

Abraham kept shouting. The man even smashed some furniture there. However, Arya remained unmoved and did not meet Ibrahim.

The man had just come out of his room, just after getting word, if breakfast was ready. Arya opened the door to her room. The man immediately saw the sight that made him smile.

Ibrahim sat curled up with a trembling body.

He took the man to his feet and led him to the dinner table. Abraham did not open his mouth.

“If that piece of bread does not run out, I will not accept any story. That means, you can't enjoy the drink.”

Inevitably, Ibrahim ate the bread greedily. He really misses his best friend—sang liquor.

And now they were in Abraham's room.

“Please tell me anything about your life.”

“My name is Ibrahim Adi Putra. Grandson of one of the successful entrepreneurs in Indonesia.”

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