Twice Married

What did you call me? JIHAN?"

Happy reading yes, and happy to have a

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Ibra and Fatih were running around Kuta beach in Bali.

"Aww.hahahhaha.." a shout of laughter flowed from Fatih's lips, when Ibra managed to hug her stomach and then circled herself into the air from behind.

With his arms folded up to his elbows and his shirt filled with dust and dirt, Ibra remained undaunted to chase after his wife who kept teasing him.

They fell in love with each other and the sky began to dim. Sometimes they walk and run again. It does not matter to all who are addressing how they are at the moment.

They said the two were better off, the others contracted.

"Darling, yes. I'm tired.." Ibra breathed her with a sweat. His body bent, his head lowered, both hands placed on his knees. Ibra was really tired, but she was happy.

"Come ah! You fuck, Mom!" ledek Fatih who is already on the edge of the beach children. His hands continued to wave towards Ibra.

"Come Mas! Warm up first, before night-" Fatih quickly closed his mouth and ran back, because he saw Ibra had taken a swing to chase after him.

"Well! Get it!!" Ibra managed to grab his wife's body. "Later tonight we can--?" ask Ibra to be sure.

Fatih sighed slowly. But staring steadily. "Yes, Mom! Take your rights, however you like-" Fatih's smile expanded. Licensing alarms have been issued for Ibra. Fatih felt, he should start to be able to carry out his duties as a whole for the husband.

Unexpectedly. Ibra prancing full of happiness. Even though she knew Fatih was not a virgin, she still felt very happy. Because it felt Fatih would be entirely his.

"Makasi ya dear-" Ibra grabbed both of Fatih's hands to kiss her. They stared at each other in the beautiful sunset afternoon that began to rise on the edge of Kuta beach, Bali.

Ibra ran away from Fatih to pick up her office coat that had been torn off in the sand. He ran back to his wife, to put the suit on Fatih's body.

"Wear it, the air is getting colder! I don't want you to be sick"

It looks like the suit has covered the upper body of this woman. Fatih was so filled with Ibra's gentle demeanor. This man was unceasingly clutching, kissing and watching himself.

"I'm in love with you, Fat!"

Fatih nodded steadily, a line of smiles accompanied by clear water droplets from the tail of her eyes was present adorning her face. It's so moved.

"Just this time I feel so loved, Mas-"

"You can never change, Mom! I still think it's the same as me!"

"Yes dong, definitely. You mean it to me!"

Ibra re-embraced his wife's body to take her away for dinner. Ibra would not have thought if at the age of 36 years, trusted again by God to sail the household ark and start all from zero.

Trying to get back to a child and more to take care of themselves because it is currently paired with young women who are still energetic.

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"It's delicious, Mas. Open your mouth!" Fatih thrust a chicken into her husband's mouth.

Ibra glanced at the frangipani flowers that became sweeteners on every table. He took it and put it in the middle of Fatih's earlobe. Grabbing his cell phone camera to take a picture of his wife.

"You smile, Fat.." Ibra took this photo many times. "Udah ah, come on Mas. You eat again-"

"Ready! I'll eat a lot, so that tonight I can score a goal!" Ibra decis tickled.

Fatih just throbbed.

"Mass?"

"Yes, baby-"

"I'm with your ex-wife, where are you waiting?" ask Fatih plain.

Ibra looked up at his wife. "You're both women. So equally beautiful!" answer wisely.

Of course the answer has not been in Fatih's heart.

"More love me or your wife?"

Ibra looked back at his wife's face. "You are both special people in my heart!"

"What does the answer matter? love me more or her?"

Again and again, Ibra could not decide between Fatih and his wife.

"Am I tired of gini-rich? He obviously lived for eleven years with his wife. If it's me, it's only been two weeks. Where might love me more! You are a fool, Fat!"

" What words of love and affection are you saying that's just a joke, Mas? Is it just because I saw I was hurt the same Fahmi?

The whispers in Fatih's head continued to mutter. The appetite that had been stirring earlier gradually disappeared. He is restless if his love is not reciprocated.

"What, really, am I in love with you, Mom?"

Fatih kept daydreaming, really he was disturbed.

"Why you?"

"We went back to the hotel, Mom! I'm head-dizzy-"

"How come? Suddenly ill? We went to the doctor!"

"No, Mas. I'm going back to the hotel!"

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Ibra had awakened her body in bed while staring at her iPad screen. Occasionally both eyes looked at Fatih who was still sitting in front of the laptop screen with a music headset in both ears.

The contents of Fatih's head were more open, he was jealous of what he made himself. Tonight should be a night of happiness for both of them. But Fatih's cold-turned attitude just destroyed everything.

It had been two hours Ibra was kept by Fatih. His wife would not speak a single word. Maybe Ibra forgets, if women are in love and then let down then it will be very painful.

Although at this time Fatih can still accept it all.

It was enough, two hours Fatih inhabited him. Ibra got up and approached his wife. Take another bench to sit next to Fatih.

"Why you, baby? Let's go to sleep, it's night! You must be tired."

"No, I used to sleep at night!"

"From now on it can't be! If I lie in bed, you should too!"

Fatih was still silent, she was not willing to look at Ibra.

Ibra grabbed his wife's chin to look at him. "You why? I was wrong?"

Fatih just shook her head. It's frozen for speech. "Let's sleep!" Ibra grabbed Fatih's hand to get up to the bed with him.

"You really love me, Mom?" Ibra opened her eyes that would soon be closed. He tilted his body to look at his wife's face more closely. Raised his body slightly to be slightly above Fatih.

"So this is what you're messing around with?" Ibra laughed softly.

"Darling dong, you're my wife!"

"For what?"

"For my love of you-"

"That's it!" Fatih clucking lazy.

Ibra continued to look at Fatih's face deeply, his androgen hormone back spread. He began to kiss back Fatih's lips were so sexy and fragrant.

Fatih welcomed him with great passion. This is how it feels when in love, then all this will feel more delicious.

Ibra continued to do it gently. Before long his fingers began to open all the buttons of Fatih's pajamas.

Open all.

Ibra continues to push her saliva into the esophagus. When clearly seeing the upper part of his wife's body.

"Mas!" Fatih whimpered, clasping her husband's hand. Ibra is getting hot. He continues to play with the burning passion. Instantly all stiffened.

He needs his rights!

Then

Brags.

Ibra was pushed just like that, he was released from the mirage that he was currently clinging to. Inadvertently Ibra sighed and said another name from his words.

"So what did you call me? JIHAN?"

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