Twice Married

Asmara Opium

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After speaking last night to decide to accept each other. Now the sense of awkwardness was no longer stern on their faces.

This morning Fatih accompanied Ibra for breakfast at the hotel restaurant, before heading to the construction site of his company branch.

They decided to choose a dining table near the pool.

"Let's sit! Follow me to breakfast!" Ibra asked Fatih to sit down, as he kept going back and forth to the buffet table to prepare Ibra's breakfast. Fatih was so excited. The soul of a wife returns to her.

Ibra is very dashing with a tie shirt attached to her ideal body. He was a very authoritative and charismatic adult man. It is not wrong if many women his age are always interested in his good looks.

Ibra was still looking at the screen of his iPad, occasionally he sipped tea that had been made Fatih.

"Mas, face here.." Ibra turned her head when his wife asked him to look over.

Fatih's hand immediately corrected the tie that had been leaned on the collar of his shirt to be more upright and tidy.

"Done it! Let's have breakfast, Mas. I will be able to do it again!" Fatih took the iPad out of Ibra's hands.

Ibra just smiled as he ruffled his wife's hair.

While they were having breakfast, there were four eyes looking at them. They are Fahmi and Bianca. Unmarried couples, but diligent to stay at each other's hotel.

Their anger was caught on Fatih's face. He accidentally turned to Fahmi who was looking at his intimacy with Ibra.

Fatih also deliberately began to return her heartache. He moved his body closer to his husband.

"Mass?"

"Hmmm...? Ibra still ate her breakfast voraciously.

"Mass?"

"Yes, why Fat, let's eat first!" Ibra still enjoyed the food.

"Kiss me, Mum!"

That nyeleneh request, suddenly made Ibra choke great.

"Well, who's coughing gini, Mom?" Fatih thrust a glass of water directly into her husband's mouth. "Let's drink baby, you'll die again from jealousy, uh--" he said in a rather loud voice. He intended that Fahmi could hear him.

At once Ibra's two eyeballs turned around his wife who was still staring in the other direction.

"Why are you, Fat?" Ibra wiped her lips with tissue.

"Kiss me, Mum! Now!" his great-grandson slowly forced Ibra. But because Ibra did not react, Fatih immediately turned his head quickly.

And

The cup!

Their lips meet each other. Fatih did not know if Ibra's position had advanced his face earlier.

Then

Both of Fatih's eyes immediately widened, staring firmly at Ibra's eyeballs that had begun to close along with the lips he created for his wife.

The activity was slow and then became violent. The shadow to heat Fahmi was already dead changed with the taste of romance opium.

Ibra took off her lips, then grabbed a tissue to wipe Fatih's lips. His eyes opened in Ibra's face.

There's a hand-punch on the table from Fahmi. The man was very emotional, when he saw Fatih making out with Ibra. Thank goodness they did this not in front of many people. Because the eater has not all come down to the restaurant.

"Bad they are!!" fahmi hissing. Bianca also followed a vile gaze to Ibra and Fatih.

"Would you like to stay in the room, baby?" Ibra teases Fatih. This time he was crazier, because he again kissed the niche of his wife's neck.

"Mas! No, I'm ticklish-" he replied lying. There was a groaning sound from Fatih but quietly.

Ibra decided to stop him, because there was no way he would have to take a big bath again, when he had to get out of the hotel to the branch of the company.

"Do you still want to be here, or do you want to go back to your room?"

Ibra was silent for a moment while thinking.

"Are you sure you want to come?" ask him again to be sure.

"Yes, I'm bored later if in the room continues. All of you can also check Lani's work on the laptop while waiting for you to finish, how can ya, Mas?"

Really, the sweet smile from Fatih's lips always teased Ibra. This man cannot refuse.

"Yes, baby, I can! Go to the room, bring all your needs. I'm waiting in the lobby yeah-"

Ibra also rose up with Fatih. Fatih looks so sticky leaning in her husband's arms.

Ibra continues to embrace it with love.

Now stay Fahmi with a million of his jealousy.

"I'll give you back, Fatih!"

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LUKE'S Branch, 12:30 AM.

"Hey, baby-"

Ibra put her face in the recess of Fatih's neck from behind. It seems his wife is still faithfully waiting for him to work. Fatih was still busy typing and replying to emails from Lani regarding the company report.

"Hey, Mom. Done already?" Fatih stroked Ibra's cheek gently.

"here, Mas. Sit over. You must be tired.."

Ibra started to sit next to Fatih. He also looked at the laptop screen in front of him.

"So you asked for a kiss, because there's Fahmi, right?"

The jag.

Ibra's words immediately made Fatih silent and turned her head. Fatih thought Ibra was insensitive to that.

"No, my mom. No more wanting-" Fatih folded her two lips deeply. Expel panic so as not to be suspected more deeply by her husband.

"Duh, my pride is falling!"

"Masa? How can I not believe it?" Ibra kissed Fatih's shoulder which only gave an amused response there. "Mas, ticklish ah--"

"It's not because you're jealous to see him with another woman, is it?" Ibra put her head on Fatih's shoulder. He's so spoiled.

"I'm tired Fat! It's so tired today!" Ibra threw out her breath, making some of Fatih's hair just shake.

"You don't want to. Work at Papa's company? Let's not get too tired!"

Ibra quickly pulled her head. Looking deeply into his wife's face.

"I with LUKEWARM was as good as. 18 years I served there! Being in my current position is not easy, even if it's just being the division head!"

"My income .emang not as big as your income! But as much as I can, it will always suffice your needs, Fat! Don't stay in my ya--"

There was a wreath from the bottom of this man's heart. It was like the trauma had been left behind. He kept trying to keep Fatih with him. And the decay is already the maturity of Ibra at this time, not when love has bound him.

"Mas, it's ah. Don't go gini! I don't like you always putting yourself down!" Fatih stroking Ibra's cheek. "Let's go together! We must continue to accept each other, strengthen our feelings and survive each other. I know you're a good-natured man"

Fatih peeked her husband's cheek again. "Get in there, you'll be searched-"

"Our afternoon to Kuta huh, all dinner there, how?"

"Yes, Mas. I'm gonna-"

Ibra then got up and peeked at Fatih's forehead before it finally passed.

"May you be the last to me !"

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