Unite In Love

Ibra Confession

"Why are you scolding them? They are just ordinary employees, I'm sure all subordinates will be interested in his boss's personal life. And that's a natural thing!" Said brother Ibra while grabbing the newspaper on the table.

"For big brother it may be natural, but for me it is a brash thing. I don't like anyone talking about my personal life. That's all I have until I don't use my surname." I reply while looking at the astonished face of Ibra.

"I was trying to hold back my anger, unfortunately my frustration started to explode when they said my sister was going to marry that woman. Just imagining it all over my body starts to creep." Connect me again while sitting on the front sofa of Ibra's sister.

Hatred and Anger?

I think only those two words are currently still filling my chest cavity. I love my sister very much, and I hate people who hurt her.

"Don't be too hard on yourself and others, everyone knows you as friendly, polite, kind, humorous and no matter what the name. Stay like that!"

"Look who's advising who? I should have said those words to brother, and not the other way around." My reply while looking at Brother Ibra with a look of wonder.

Tok.Tok-sign.Tok.

Ten minutes of waiting I finally heard my office door on tap from outside. That means my order has come.

"Lake in!"

"Good afternoon boss, the lunch menu as the boss requested is ready. Do I have to present it now?"

"No. No need to bother, I will do it myself. Thank you." Thank you." I said while thrusting three pieces of fiber money at the maid I was scolding earlier.

"I can't accept it, the boss has given more than enough."

"It's okay, just accept it. My sister will scold you if you don't accept when she gives it. It's not alms, it's a form of respect for her because you did things she couldn't do."

Hearing Ibra's words the young servant immediately took the money in my hands. She smiled, whether she was happy or not I couldn't guess. Or maybe he was pretending to smile like I do. Whatever it is I don't really care about it, all I care about is making the people closest to me feel happy. That'sthat's all.

"He doesn't pretend to smile near you. He sincerely did that because he felt grateful to have a boss like you. You shouldn't assume everyone's pretending just because you do it so often, it's obviously different."

"Is my brother hurting me? When did I say that?"

"Robins... I'm your brother so I know you better. You didn't say it, but your face explains everything."

"alright. I'm giving up, now let's have lunch. I'm so hungry." Put one plate on the dining table.

There was no comment from Ibra, he just smiled thinly while putting the newspaper in his hand on the sofa.

For a moment the two of us did not say a word, enjoyed this lunch quietly and forgot all the soul-burdling troubles. Really, this lunch menu was spoiling my tongue, no other comment than the extraordinary utterance.

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Twenty-five minutes have passed since I finished enjoying my lunch. Now I'm checking last month's earnings and spending this month. There are many differences. But one thing is certain, every day more than a thousand servings of food sold from morning to night. I feel happy because my efforts are not in vain in developing the culinary business. The restaurant I opened with effort and hard work was growing so fast that I needed a new waiter.

"Now that the restaurant you set up with your hard work is growing rapidly, you will open branches in Bandung, Bekasi and Surabaya, you should just quit your job.

"I think big brother was right, unfortunately I can't do that. Sawn is so good, he's not just a friend to me, brother also knows I respect him a lot in the appeal of anyone, including the big brother in it."

"Yeah... I know it. That is the reason why I am so envious of Mr. Sawn Praja Dinata. He gets everything everyone wants very easily, including your affection."

I smiled at my brother Ibra, I admit what he said about Sawn is true, Sawn gets everything very easily, a beautiful and kind wife is like the lone miss Raina Salsadila, a handsome and adorable son, plus her thriving business. I think all the happiness gathered around her life. Then how are things with my life and the life of Brother Ibra? We were both completely beset by a dilemma, what else was the presence of a former fiancee, kak Ibra, a fiancee who was bringing a storm, not knowing when the beautiful story would adorn our lives.

"Every night Aldela called me, she cried, she begged me to meet her at the hospital." Speak brother Ibra among the silence of the air.

Almost all the coffee in my hand fell because I was so shocked. Is he sad? Or just happy? I really can't guess from the look on Ibra's face. I don't know my own thoughts, so how can I guess what's on his mind. Hearing Ibra's words made me want to stroke my chest. I can't pretend to smile either because it's so annoying.

"Aldela? What did your brother tell him? Don't tell me you're going back to her? just imagining that makes me feel really upset!" I said while putting coffee on the front desk of Ibra.

I'm not lying, I really don't like that woman. Imagining Ibra coming back to her made me want to vomit. Am I too bad? Whatever other people think, I don't care anymore.

"Will my sister come back to him? I hope, no...!" I said again, this time in a stern voice, I was too afraid to imagine such a bad thing.

"Today I went to the hospital, I saw his condition. She's still beautiful as always. Seeing him lying on the patient's bed made me sad is amazing.

I think I've forgotten all about him, in fact it's not true. When I saw her my chest was pounding so hard, it was as if my heart was about to jump out. I wanted to hug her, I also wanted to kiss her, thank God it didn't happen."

I was silent, I didn't know what to say. Ibra's confession this time is really very surprising. How can a man as perfect as himself still hold a love for the past that leaves behind so many wounds? Did his love overcome his pain? I don't know the answer either, which I know isn't true.

"What's sister's response? Is brother really going back to her?" I asked the same question again, I looked at Brother Ibra with a suspicious look. Instead of taking my question seriously, she smiled like an insane person.

"Are my questions too funny that you smile like a madman?"

"It's not like that, it's just that my brother was happy when he remembered the events in Aldela's room."

"I still don't understand, can you explain it in a language I can understand?"

Ibra's brother who was laughing giggling began to look a little serious. He looked at me with a relieved look, I could see from his eyes that the wounds Aldela had inflicted no longer affected his soul. And I'm so grateful for that.

The question that filled my chest cavity at the moment, who managed to pull out the thorn from within his heart?

"Miss Lulu, Lulu Andriana!"

Glekkk!

I immediately swallowed the saliva hearing the words of Brother Ibra. That wild cat? How could? I still could not believe it, but unfortunately Brother Ibra was still sitting in front of me and I heard his words very clearly, there was no way he could have mispronounced.

Kak ibra's smile when calling the name of the stray cat looked very natural, what was he really thinking? I'm really curious, how will the end of Ibra's confession be, we'll see. I murmured in my heart while scratching my head which was not itchy.

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