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Fatih is seen coming out of Ngurah Rai airport, Bali. This woman carries a suitcase and a tote bag in her hand. He kept glancing here and there in search of a taxi. Capitalize on Ibra speech that he remembered, if the man would stay at one of the star A Hotels there.

On the plane he just remembered, if his arrival to Bali was not known by Ibra. How to contact her husband if they forget to exchange phone numbers.

You idiot! Haha...

After a long wait, he got a taxi to take him to the hotel he wanted to go to.

"So soon, Mas Ibra is at the hotel yet?"

His chest is beating while looking at the watch in his hand which has been shown at 20:00 p.m.

"Definitely have! Maybe sleep again.."

Fatih just kept his heart steady to think positive. He could not imagine if he got there, with a tired body, knowing that his husband was not in the room. He will wait without any clear certainty.

"Death, I'm !"

The sound of cursing flowed in his heart. When you see the road tonight is so jammed and full of vehicles.

Fatih can only wait for the taxi driver to take her quickly to get to the hotel. His body felt sticky, because from morning until now he had not bathed. Fatih had to hurry to get to the airport so as not to miss the plane.

"What-what! Just for her??"

Fatih prefers to close his eyes and lean in the back seat. Still kneading the gap of his forehead, to eliminate the dizziness that reigned there.

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An hour through time.

"Sir..bu..?" The taxi driver woke Fatih who was asleep.

Then he opened his eyes. "Eh yes, sir. Hasn't arrived yet?"

"Already, Mom.please.."

He got off the taxi right in front of the hotel lobby. While several times evaporating with a body that has been exhausted still dragging the suitcase in his hand.

"Good night, welcome. Can anyone help, Mom?"

"Good night too Mba, sorry I wanted to ask. Is there in this hotel a creep named Mr. Ibrahim Attar?"

"Well, just a minute, Mom. I'll check first."

Fatih is still standing waiting for the results of the search conducted by the hotel's guest recipients.

"There's ma'am, on the 20th floor, room 509. I'm sorry to know what you need, ma'am?"

"I'm his wife.."

"Oh yeah well, then all of mom's stuff will be brought by our waiter."

It was a relief to Fatih, because the man he wanted to visit was indeed staying at this hotel.

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"What training is at home? Did you come home from the office ?"

Ibra was still sitting on the edge of the bed, folding her chest hand while looking at the television screen.

He kept muttering thinking about Fatih. Maybe he's used to having Fatih by his side. He's starting to miss.

Then

Tok.shock.

A knocking sound came from outside his bedroom door.

His forehead creased, staring at the door.

"Who is? I don't feel like I'm ordering anything to this hotel?"

Then

"Mass? Open up, it's me.." Fatih continued to knock on the door, fearing that Ibra would fall asleep.

Ibra's face that had been wrinkled and then turned into a carefree face. He knows very well the voice of who is now calling his name. His steps were quickly swung to meet the owner of the voice.

"Fatih.." he said full haru.

"For a long time anyway, Mas.." his grunts then rushed inside. "Mas please help my suitcase!"

"It's the same for me, thank you, Mom,"

Ibra took over the suitcase that was still in the hands of the hotel maid.

Crekk.

The door was locked and closed.

Fatih was sitting on the edge of the bed. Then put himself in there. Closing both eyes to expel fatigue in his body.

Ibra's face continued to shine. His smile continued to flow well. He did not expect that Fatih would come here to catch up with him.

"Would you take a shower, Fat?" Ibra sat next to him.

"Later on, my body is still tired!"

"Hmmm..." Fatih nodded steadily. He thrust his hand towards Ibra.

"Say you can't come here?"

Then

Both of Fatih's eyes were open clearly.

"Oh, yeah I almost forgot!" Fatih inched up from the bed and reached for her suitcase. Take out a box of cookies made by Ms. Hanum that she received this morning.

"Well, I'm really--" Fatih complained.

She sat down again beside her husband. "I'm sorry, there's no candle. The cake is also rich in gini! Happy Birthday, I'm sorry I didn't know it was your birthday!"

Fatih gave her father-in-law's cake to her husband.

Suddenly Ibra's face instantly dimmed drastically.

"You came here because you were told to by my mother?" he asked with a somewhat sad face.

"Yes not dong Mas. I really want to come here, all of you bring a cake made by your mother. I want to celebrate my husband's birthday too! Then I decided to follow you here!"

Ibra smiled with satisfaction. His soul was relieved, because indirectly Fatih said that he was getting used to his presence.

"Come on, open your mouth. I bribe-" Fatih thrusts the cake she cut originally into her husband's mouth. Ibra, on the contrary, took a little cake to feed it to Fatih's mouth.

"Don't you, my mother's cake?"

"Yes, it's really good. Oh.hush..!" Fatih made Ibra speechless, then she moved her face to clean the remaining cream cake at the corner of this man's lips with her fingers.

Dag.

Both of their hearts were rumbling. His thump is so loud. Their two eyes re-united in a tinge of longing.

They continued to follow the heart groove that had secretly started to love each other's existence.

They also put each other's faces forward. Continuing forward, it continued to get closer and closer again until the breath scent of the two exchanged.

Ibra tilted her face to easily reach Fatih's lips. Fatih began to close his eyes, to wait for the union to happen.

And

Byarrrr

Ibra's phone ringer just sounded. Make them become a fog and act shy.

Suddenly, Fatih instantly distanced his body. He placed the rest of the birthday cake on the table, and Fatih passed to the bathroom.

Ibra just rubbed her back hair violently, because the phone call from the brother that made him not so kissing his wife.

"I-yes Brother.."

"Happy birthday, Deck. Long live, may you always be healthy. Your mother said again out of town?"

"Yes Kak, there is an outside assignment for a few days in Bali."

"Say mother, your wife didn't come?"

"Fatih just caught up with Kak. He just arrived, now in the bathroom-"

Ibra's eyes were dragged to see Fatih's shadow behind the bathroom. There was a shower behind it.

"Thank God, I hope you come home from there. You're three, same baby bitch!"

Ira's voice laughed off their phone. Ibra was only scratching her head, as she felt she had just failed in her warm-up to start tweaking their niece's order.

Okay Fiks! A baby. A baby will be born between them. So happy was the face of Ibra, but he did not know how Fatih's decision not to have children in the near future.

"Oh yes one more, don't forget next week there is my grandson's aqiqah event. You don't forget to come with Fatih ya."

"God willing, brother, I will do it."

"Yes already then, send greetings to Fatih yes. You be careful there, take care of your wife!"

Tutt.phone disconnected. He put his phone back on the nightstand.

His chest was pounding again, his rhythm was charming. He really wanted to do it tonight with Fatih.

Enjoyed the romance that he had long drowned for about four years. Allowing the tormented body to settle in solitude wade through prolonged trauma without a woman's caress.

Get ready Fatih, maybe you after this will be tired enough to compensate for the physical game that will be done by Ibra.

I hope Ibra succeeds!

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