Twice Married
Your Heart Fraudster, Mom!
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Instantly Fatih pushed Ibra's body into a slight bounce to the edge of the bed. Fatih put her pajamas back together. Fortunately they have just been limited to warming up, try if it reaches the core, surely Fatih will be more hurt.
"Your path, Mas! Kiss me again, you called another woman's name!!" Decakannya.
Quickly, Ibra approached Fatih to seduce in pity. "Darling.honey, sorry! I don't know either, Fat. I was wrong-spoken-"
"Misword you? Don't call me DARLING!!" Fatih took off Ibra's hand which began to hold her "Your heart's deceiver, Mas! You don't love me yet, you just need a release!!"
Fatih cupped her face with her palms then whimpered then stomped her feet, kicking the blanket. "Why am I always lying to men?? What's wrong with me!!" Fatih started crying. "Mas, where's my medicine??"
"Dear, I don't mean like that-"
"CONTINUE WHAT?? Give me back my medicine, Mas!"
"Relax Fat, you don't get mad like gin, I won't give you that medicine anymore!!" Ibra came back closer to grab Fatih. Ibra knew Fatih was not calm right now. Trying to hug, but Fatih did not want to.
"So I should be happy, when we're going to do that, but you say another woman's name.." Fatih's voice is getting weaker.
It had already exited the soul of a wife in her body. She has the right to be angry, to guard her husband's heart from other women.
"I'm khilaf, Fat. I'm not sober-" Ibra said.
"Who's Jihan?" Ibra remained silent. "Jawab, Mommy!" ask her with a trembling voice.
"...Jihan that's." Ibra paused a bit long, he was confused how Fatih responded after this. "Almarhuma is my wife." she replied softly.
"Huh? Wife? Oh I know, just right last time you couldn't answer all my questions, when we were having dinner, because you still love your wife??"
"Don't I even know about you? Your past? You never want to tell a story! But you always want about my life!"
Fatih closed her eyes slowly, wasting her heavy breathing. He felt his chest so sore and depressed. Not yet recovered the fact about Fahmi, now Ibra re-polishing salt in the wound incision.
"We shouldn't know each other, Mom! We'd better get back to the original deal, if we just live!!"
"No Fat, that's not true. I am beginning to fall in love with you. For my past, I'll tell you the same story, everything-"
"Yes, tell me a story now!"
"Not now, baby, if I'm ready"
Fatih's face shriveled again, confused by Ibra's statement.
Ibra had not dared to recall her memories back. He has not been able to deal with his trauma properly, it is impossible tonight he has to chug back his possession tranquilizer. Because he had just restrained Fatih from taking the medicine.
"Ck! I thought you were different, Mom! You know the same! Release me!" Fatih was still crying, she pushed ibra back away. And ibra again took his hand which would rise up from the bed, to remain with him.
"I was wrong, Fat. But by my mother's name, there was no name of Jihan in my heart, when I started falling in love with you-"
"From the beginning I've been giving you this feeling full of you, even though I know maybe your feelings aren't completely even yet."
Fatih repeatedly snorted his breath. He continued to look into Ibra's two clear eyes and plead. "Take me off, Mom! I don't want to talk about it! I'm going to sleep!"
Fatih decided the matter to come to a standstill unilaterally without negotiation.
"Dear, sleep-well" Ibra flicked the blanket over Fatih's body, though she now slept on her back. Fatih forced her two sleepy eyes to shut.
Ibra kept stroking Fatih's back, he felt very guilty. Again tonight gives them nothing happy.
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Slowly Fatih opened her eyes. He stretched out his hands to bend his body. He turned his head when his right hand only touched the empty pillow next to him. This room looks empty.
He immediately got up to sit down. "Mas Ibra? Have you left yet?" he asked, then his eyes turned to look at the clock on the wall.
"Have it been 09:00?? Good luck!" He immediately got up from the bed, then immediately stopped when his memory recovered about last night. Fatih was frozen and silent. "I'm pissed off by you, Mom!"
Then he got up to the bathroom, so suddenly he was surprised to see there was breakfast for himself at the table.
Happy eating my wife, sorry I am.
There's a note under his breakfast plate. Fatih continued to hold the note, she lamented continuously.
"*Is it true that I love her, why did it hurt so much last night?"
" Why is there a feeling of dislike, when he says my feelings have not been even to him?"
"If it's true I've loved you, then I must prepare with a meld of pain that's coming haunt-"
"Am I ready to start over*?"
Instantly his feelings became worried. Earlier that night, he had already decided to accept his fate. He will try to accept this marriage, trying to serve Ibra like a real husband.
Granted whatever rights Ibra had. But because of Ibra's unconscious speech, making Fatih again hesitant and doubtful.
Come Ibra! keep fighting to strengthen your wife's heart.
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