I'm Not a Shit Carrier!

Old Wounds

Indah and Ibra had just arrived at the hotel where they were going to have dinner together. Beautiful is a little tense, because Ibra takes her to the hotel instead of to the restaurant. He said dinner, but he went to the hotel.

"Mas, why are we going to the hotel?" tanya Beautiful

"We're having dinner here, there's my client's banquet" Ibra replied

"Ohhh,," beautifully breathed a sigh of relief

Both of them walked into the restaurant at the hotel. Seen at a large table there are already several people, there are men and women who are believed to be beautiful they are Ibra clients. Seen from the way they welcomed the arrival of Ibra and Beautiful that night.

"Well, who is this, sir? usually you come with your secretary"

"Ohh, this is Beautiful My Wife" replied Ibra

"Wife?!" Everyone was surprised, as well as Indah who was surprised when Ibra admitted that he was his wife

"Yes," answered Ibra briefly

"When did you get married?! not inviting us?"

"We got married while we were in Indonesia. And we haven't had a wedding yet"

"Ohh, I think European, because his eyes are blue" said the wife of one of the clients

"Indonesian" replied Ibra

Lovely smile a little awkward, also deg degan unwitting. Indah still does not expect if Ibra will say it in front of his client. There was a little bit of excitement, but there was also a little doubt, it was beautiful just to be afraid of GRan and finally Ibra just acting in front of his client. Dinner continues, Indah can also blend with the wives of Ibra clients. Ibra and his clients are still discussing their cooperation. Until without feeling the time is getting up the night, and dinner has finished.

"We say goodbye to you" Ibra said during the farewell

"Well, nice to work with you, Mr. Ibra"

Then Ibra took Indah to their car.

"Abraham?!"

The sound of the bass calling the name Ibra, the sound is certainly not foreign to Ibra. He looked back and sure enough, the man he had hated all along was now behind him.

Beautiful people who do not know at all can just shut up and see what happens. That night the two of them met an old man of the same age, with a beautiful woman standing by holding the old man's arm. That woman is the same age as Ibra.

The old man was so similar to Ibra, although not so similar at all, but could be seen from his stature and also some sides looked very similar

"What is it, papa mas Ibra?!" indah Indah

"Ibra"

"What's up?!" ibra replied coldly

"What are you doing here?" ask the old man

"Whatever I do, it's none of your business!" answer Ibra ketus

The man smiled wryly upon hearing Ibra's reply so Atos, not changing at all. Then the old man looked towards Indah and followed her appearance.

"Come pap, we go home" said the woman beside him

"Come on" replied the old man

The car continued to split the road that night, which was taken instead of the way home to the mother's house. But Ibra brought Indah to her apartment. Without saying any more, Ibra got down from the car and was followed by Indah. The two of them got into the elevator to go upstairs.

At first glance Indah glanced at Ibra who was still silent, her face was so red that Indah did not dare to ask or say to her husband. Once in Ibra's apartment, Ibra went straight to the bathroom while beautifully choosing to sit on the guest sofa and see the surroundings of Ibra's apartment.

"Is that really the father of Ibra? but why does it seem like Ibra hates her papa so much?" say beautiful yourself.

Before long Ibra came out of the room with Already changed ordinary clothes and with hair and a wet face like a shower.

"Deplace clothes, There are clothes that have been prepared mami like" said Ibra

"Dad" replied Indah who then walked to the room to change clothes and clean her face.

While Ibra is now alternately sitting on the sofa with his mind confused. Ibra did not expect to meet his father Hutama and also his former lover who is now Ibra's stepmother, Ellena. The pain again felt heart-wrenching Ibra that night. The shadow of violence against the mother re-emerged.

"Mas Ibra isn't papa?" tanya Indah slowly when it is approaching Ibra

Ibra looked up as Indah touched her shoulder

"Hem" replied Ibra a little surprised when she saw Indah without her hijab. Though Ibra had also seen it several times, but still a little surprising because it was beautiful to take it off by himself not because of Ibra who was ignorant to take it off.

Then Indah sat down next to Ibra and looked at her with a little fear

"Emm, if you may know, that, that, that, that, who's mas?" tanya Beautiful scared but curious

"He's Mr. Hutama, my ex-husband" Ibra replied

"ex-husband?! means the papa is Ibra?!" indah Indah

"But Ibra huh?" tanya Indah was tense and Ibra nodded slowly

" It seems mas put a deep hatred on papi mas Ibra" said Indah but Ibra has not replied

"He is, like, a rude man! he hurt mommy so deep! how can I forgive everything he did to us all this time?! even he had already abandoned us and dumped us for the sake of another woman!!" ibra said with a heavy tone

The deg!

Beautiful Tenganga heard the speech of Ibra

"I mean, for the woman we met?" tanya Beautiful

"No, that woman is papi's third wife. Papi is having an affair with his secretary behind Mami's back. And that woman was Ellena the third wife of the papi after Lenka left her" Ibra replied. Beautiful silence digest all Ibra's sayings.

"So, is Ibra a broken home child?!" batin Indah when looking pity at her husband who is now sipping his soft drink drink.

Beautiful did not expect if her husband had a long wound that was very painful. As long as this did not look anything, and Ibra seemed to enjoy life with abundant treasures, beautiful women everywhere and a family that seemed harmonious. Behind it all, there was a deep wound.

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