Twice Married
There's No Agreement
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Ibra looks like she's pulled her car out in front of the pharmacy garage. He stepped inside to make up for the routine medicine he had to take every day.
"This, Mas..." The pharmacist gave Ibra a number of drugs according to a copy of the prescription he had brought from the Doctor.
He also began to offer his proprietary debit card to pay for all the drugs at a price that was quite expensive.
"Thank you Mba!"
Ibra put some of the drugs in her pants pocket. Some sedatives and other accompanying drugs to accompany his life activities over the past few years. He will hide this from Fatih, his new wife.
He also stepped into a place to eat that was not far from the Pharmacy.
"Pay two yes, Bang. Wrapped!"
"Good, Mas!"
Ibra kept waiting for his order so. This food he intended to be his dinner with Fatih. A woman he just met today, their wedding day.
Ibra only complied, when the mother asked him to marry her friend's child. Because for him, whatever is decided by the parents, will definitely bring blessing.
Although he is not sure, he will be able to live this marriage well. He can give space and love to Fatih in his life.
Felt what he ordered had become all, he also passed back to go home.
"Trainer?" Ibra woke him up slowly.
There was only an indistinct murmur from this woman. Fatih fell asleep in bed with a pile of his clothes. Maybe he was tired because of the wedding ceremony from morning.
Ibra went back to the living room to arrange their night tombs. Maybe tonight will be the beginning of their real meeting.
"Trainer is sleeping, Mom! I don't have to worry, Ibra will take care of her as best as possible." a strand of words heard from behind the phone between Ibra and her mother.
Speaking like this, it was very painful for Ibra. How not? he lies to two hearts at once. He lied to his mother and his own heart. He felt he would not be able to accept Fatih and love her as he loved Jihan, his late wife.
Fatih is too young for him. How the nature and attitude of Fatih he did not know for sure.
"Yes Mom, Ibra wants to take a shower. Mom is fine at home. If there's anything, call Ibra right away!" he said softly with courtesy.
Only with this kind of excuse could he stop the lie from continuing.
For him it is up to nature only for his second life this time. He just obeyed and lived it well.
Ibra went back into the room. He looked at Fatih who was getting better in his sleep. She straightened Fatih's dress to cover her thighs which were slightly visible in Ibra's view.
Ibra was tired too. His muscles felt tense, he just wanted to relax the body, in fact he fell asleep beside Fatih.
And they fell asleep together on Ibra's bed.
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"Ahh..dark!!"
Fatih's shout just roared in the air of the room. Ibra shook her head, opening her eyes full of force.
"Huh? what's up, Fat?" Ibra got up half-sitting in bed. Looking at Fatih who was still lying down with her face covered in pillows.
"Dark Mas, I'm scared!"
It was true that this room looked very dark, they had been sleeping since the afternoon. Forget to blame the room lights and the rest of the house.
"What time is it?" Ibra quickly looked at the screen of her phone.
"Oh my God, 11pm?"
"Huh?" a scream was heard from Fatih.
Ibra rushed down from the bed.
Tep.
Lamp switch is blamed, the room looks bright. Instantly Fatih lowered the pillow that covered her face earlier.
"Body it, Fat! let it be fresh, then change it with me. We'll have dinner tonight, I've been buying food since the afternoon."
"Good, Mas!"
Fatih rushed to get a change of clothes from the suitcase and headed for the bathroom. Ibra remained leaning on the bed, squashing her legs while twitching the crevice of her forehead.
He looked a little dizzy, awakened suddenly like before.
"But it is not possible, Mama said. He is also still a little frutated because of the disaster that is happening to his wife and child. Especially if we just got to know. It's not possible to do all this so, without taste?"
Instantly dismissed his fear. He began to believe. He smiled with satisfaction.
Then
"But he's my husband now! what if he wants to make love to me?"
Again, that fear was born. Make him again disturbed by questions that perch in his head and assumed themselves without clarity.
"Ohhh...!"
Dor..Dor..Dor..
"Trainer?you've been inside for an hour, let's hurry, I want to take a shower!" Ibra knocked on the bathroom door, waking Fatih up in her daydream that had almost taken an hour.
"I-yes, Mom. Ok ! waita minute!"
Fatih rushed to unclog his entire shirt without remaining, he took a quick shower and hurriedly took a bath. Considering the time it's getting late at night. However Fatih had to keep the attitude to be a good wife for Ibra.
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The time is 01:00 in the morning. The clangs of forks and spoons were interlocked on their plates. Ibra and Fatih continued to enjoy their much-missed dinner.
Ibra plain t-shirt looks wet on the shoulder area, because the water droplets from her hair after shampooing.
"Fat?"
"Hmmm.." Fatih was still feeding the chicken meat on her plate.
"Why do you want to marry a married man like me?"
Fatih immediately raised her face. He also laughed.
"Hey, don't forget! I was married too! haven't your parents told you about my origins?"
"Have he-!" Ibra answered slowly.
"Oh, maybe your question should be corrected."
"Realat?"
"I-yya errata. It should be like this. Fat, why do you want to marry a man who is as old as me? well rich gini more fitting your question, Mas." Fatih sneezed amusedly. He continued to laugh at Ibra's increasingly reddened face.
"Do I look very old?"
"No, the old one is your age. Your face is still.." Fatih was silent for a while, he kept looking at Ibra's face deeply. Stupidly the man was also in the atmosphere of Fatih's speech. "Well old too, old age, old face. Haha." Fatih couldn't stem his laughter. He felt like he was mocking Big Brother at the moment.
Ibra could only let out a long sigh, getting angry also seemed to be wasting her energy.
"Basic boy!"
"What boy?" Fatih ended her laughter.
"Old boy.hahahaha!" Now replace Ibra who mengedek Fatih alternately.
"Deuh ah..bapak again take a joke!" fatih's face throbs.
"Yes, I want to marry you. Because I'm tired of always turning down Mama and Papa's requests. My first marriage failed because they didn't approve of it!"
"Therefore, I regretted once having denied them. Now I just follow their will, because I know the choice of parents will never go wrong!" keep Fatih back.
"I'm just like you, just for the reason of making them happy"
"So?" Fatih cut Ibra's words quickly
"So what?" Ibra repeated Fatih's question.
"So, we're not really ready to be husband and wife? I mean like this, let it be in the eyes of our parents. We remain harmonious couples, but since that would not be possible, it is better for us to stay in the path of our lives? how, do you agree?"
So relieved Ibra's heart. It turned out that his thoughts were exactly like what was in Fatih's shadow. They are equally honest to say, not yet ready to accept their respective presence.
"I won't ask you to make a pact or anything like that, so just go through this marriage to where we're going to part ways, how?"
"Okay, I agree!"
They stared at each other with joy, happiness and freedom.
Leave it to the Universe!
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