Twice Married

Fatih's Longing

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Afternoon, 15:00 pm Wib.

Fatih had arrived at his company lobby. Wearing free clothes, he walked at a rapid pace towards the study.

All the employees eyes looked on, gave a warm smile and slightly bowed their heads as a sign of respect. Fatih also returned their respectful attitude wisely.

Ting!

Pinti lift open, it looks like there is already Lani waiting outside the room.

"Let's go in!" fatih's words slightly raised towards Lani. This personal assistant looked nervously following in his footsteps from behind.

Brug.

Fatih dropped herself in the chair. He looked very tired, came home suddenly from Bali and immediately returned to the office. Fatih continues to respond to some reports that have been neatly arranged there.

"You sit!"

Lani finally sat down, face to face with her boss.

"Explain to me.." Fatih looked at Lani's face deeply which still looked puzzled. It was hard to look at the boss's face and speak at this moment. Now Lani looks like a thief being interrogated by the police.

"The time to revise reports like this only, should I also intervene? You know Lani, I was accompanying my husband there?"

The jag.

Instantly that gaze full of anger turned into a flat gaze. The words at the end of his speech reminded him of someone.

Husband? Did ya? A husband whom he has not fulfilled his rights.

Suddenly, he remembered Ibra. Her husband whom she had just stayed without a face-to-face and a warm kiss.

There is a longing that hit his heart even though there is a slight interlude of annoyance but regret. All flavors mixed into one.

"Sorry Mom before. I actually revised the stock report. But Bapak Bima still refused. He said, it must be Fatih's own mother who revises and gives it directly to him.."

"Give it straight-?" Fatih's forehead wrinkled.

"Yes Ma'am, the report is awaited tomorrow afternoon by Mr. Bima in his office."

Fatih took a deep breath and then let it out again into the air several times. He needs freshness in eliminating fatigue that increasingly makes his head more dizzy.

"Alright, please make me some Lan's warm tea!"

"Good, Mom.." Lani got up to step outside.

"Lan?"

Lani looked over quickly. "Yes mom?"

"I'm sorry I had a little emotion just now"

"It's okay Mom, I understand." Lani again turned her steps to pass from this room.

What disturbs his mind at the moment is not about the revision of the report, but what is disturbing is the shadow of Ibra. Just that guy.

"Has Ibra read my message? Did he come home from the office? Will he be angry?"

Fatih continued to sit back and wiggle her chair while staring at the corner of the luxurious office space.

"Kok I miss you anyway? Am I not upset with him anymore?

Fatih kept daydreaming, he kept thinking about Ibra. In fact, their telepathy is intertwined, both thinking about each other's circumstances. No less upset Ibra there, he was holding tight because he missed.

No doubt, they are in love with each other.

"Mom, here's the tea. Do you want to eat?" Lani lays down a cup of warm tea, waking Fatih who is still daydreaming her husband's face.

"No need Lan, just having tea is enough. Let's rework this revisition report, help me through the end-"

"Good, Mom. I'm ready." replied Lani smiling.

Lani and Fatih also began working together to complete the stock report that must be revised. Sometimes they laugh and refocus.

"What if it's like this, ma'am?"

"Oh yeah, good advice too. Let's just follow this one-"

Name's Melani. Often greeted by other employees. Lani used to be an office girl in this office. But because of persistence and hard work, he decided to go to college after returning to work.

Because of his confidence, when he graduated from college. He reapplied to work for Fatih's father's company. All the employees sneered a lot, but it was not as a barrier wall. His skill and agility in work rang out to Papa Faris' ears.

Eventually Lani was chosen to be Fatih's current personal assistant.

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"Assalammuaikum, Mah." cried Fatih when entering his parents' house. She saw her mother standing at the dinner table.

"Waalaikumsallam, my beautiful mother's daughter finally came home too." He stroked the hair of Fatih who was looking down kissing the back of his hand. "Loh, you're here alone? Ibra her??" Mama Tari keeps looking for the figure of Ibra.

"Still in Bali, Mah. I went home first because there was a problem in the office-" Fatih poured water into the glass for herself.

"What problem, son? Our company's fine, right?"

Fatih sighed again, it seemed like he was lazy to repeat the problem that had happened.

"Om Bima, suddenly ask for a revision of the stock report. I asked Lani to do it, but om said Fatih had to intervene, had to Fatih go home first to Mas Ibra-"

Both her eyes were back together, her heart felt guilty every time she mentioned her husband's name. "But really is this the problem? Are you not the same as Mama?"

"Cock?"

"Yes, you can be alesan, when he said again quarreling with your husband." Mama Tari thunts.

"Ih, Mama. Nok-kok-" There is pain when lying. Fatih felt that there was really a problem. Although Ibra has explained, seducing and apologizing, Fatih still felt his heart was not strong.

"Kok me from earlier thought Mas Ibra continued, huh? He has not eaten yet?

Fatih continued to daydream, until the call from his mother was not he bubris.

"FUCKING!"

"Ehh, yes Mah. Sorry-"

"That's Papa you called!" Mama pointed towards Papa Faris who had already called her name to approach her to the television room.

"Well yes, Pah---"

Fatih got up immediately and walked towards the whereabouts of the Papa.

"Healthy, Son?"

"Alhamdulillah, Dad. So Papa heard, you mentioned Bima's name, why her?"

Again Fatih had to explain the matter that made her have to leave her husband.

"....Yeah, that's the story." Fatih ended his explanation.

"You be careful, son. Fear it's just the setting Fahmi aja!"

"What does that mean, Pah?"

"Yes, who knows if he instigated his uncle, make a move on you. Want to separate you from Ibra. Yes, even so far, Papa hasn't really liked your current husband, but Papa sees him better than Fahmi!"

Somehow hearing the words coming out of his Papa's mouth made Fatih evasive and disliked.

"Obviously dong Pah, Mas Ibra is the same Fahmi tuh rich heaven and earth, the difference is far. For now, she's the best---" husband"

Then he stopped his words for a moment. Again yesterday's troubles as a destroyer when Fatih praised her husband.

"Best how? If only yesterday he still mentioned his wife's name, when we wanted to do that!"

"You can open your heart to him, son?"

Fatih kept looking at the television screen. Hearing Papa's question clearly made him jerk in shock.

"Yes, Pah-" the voice sounded very slow and even very slow. "Where?" Papa Faris repeated this because he did not hear his son's words very clearly.

"Yes, Pah. I love Mas Ibra!" As soon as Fatih's face turned red, she was embarrassed. How could not a month married already be filled with love.

Yeah, but that's what happened. Allah gives a sense of love to one another, when they are sincerely accepting marriage for the happiness of their parents. At first, they tried to set limits on getting to know each other.

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