Twice Married
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Tonight was the most beautiful night of a million months for Fatih as long as she played a wife.
Where when he was still with Fahmi, he had not at all earned his rights well, regarding the affairs of the bed.
Fatih had never reached the climax when they were making love. There were always hits, punches and maki insults that Fatih felt. The impropriety that occurred from Fahmi always tortured Fatih physically and psychically.
"Alhamdulillah, it's red! Not blue because it's bruised like it used to be with Fahmi-" he said happily.
Fatih continued to pay attention to the results of Ibra's kiss that was lodged on the surface of his body skin in front of the bathroom mirror. Sometimes he closed his eyes to remember the first night he had with Ibra a few hours ago.
Fatih felt happy to the air. He looked very happy, because he finally managed to get the climax for himself.
"Thank you, my husband---"
He also returned his beautiful daydreams to the next activity. Fatih then stepped out of the bathroom with just a twist of the towel on her body.
Instantly fragrant soap that is still attached to his body, just carried by the wind through Ibra's sense of smell. He opened his eyes and waved at Fatih
"Here..honey!"
Fatih approached and sat down on the bed. "You don't shower, Mommy?" Fatih stroked the husband's cheek. Ibra closed her eyes again to enjoy the touch of the wife. Ibra then got up to sit down.
"I was gonna take a shower with you, Fat.." Ibra again kissed the nape of Fatih's neck until it spread to the shoulder. Although Fatih looks amused, but it is undeniable that he really enjoys all that.
"Mas, euhh--" Fatih whimpered again.
"Bring first, Mas. I'll cook for our dinner!"
Fatih quickly rewinded her body, for Ibra to stop.
"But tonight, I just want to eat you, my dear-" Ibra pulled Fatih's body back closer to her acral.
"Yes, I can do it tonight, Mom. Eumm---" Fatih continued to whimper, his eyes closed again. Ibra still did not give room to rest for a moment to Fatih.
"It's also been a night, baby!"
Then.
It can be ascertained, Ibra also regained his rights twice in the evening. They re-enact the love they had longed for.
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Ibra was still stirring the spaghetti in his plate. Every now and then he looked at Fatih's face with a perfectly fluffy smile line.
"Why are you, Mas? How come those smiles keep on like that??" ask Fatih.
"I can't move on the same thing we did before, Fat---"
Fatih. "Yes, that's twice!! Tired tofu.."
"Fatih should know, all this worship. If I notice, I think you're still innocent. Ahahaha!!"
"Byhhhh!! I'm just pretending, Mom! I want to give you some real wiggle-" Fatih laughed again.
"Then anyway? How can I not believe? Try the proof right again after dinner-"
"Huh??"
"Why? What do you want now in the kitchen?"
"Mas, I really didn't expect it! Turns out you're mafia also about this kind of business!"
"In addition, I just want to make my wife happy, happy! I want you to enjoy it too, not only am I good."
At that moment Fatih was silent. Bad memories with Fahmi reappear. There were tears in his eyes.
Ibra got up to sit next to Fatih.
"Dear, why? How crying? I said it wrong?" Ibra embraced Fatih's body and wiped away her tears.
"I've never been this happy about marriage, Mom! Even though I didn't miss it, right now my heart still has a little doubt about you-"
"Sorry, why?"
Fatih was silent for a moment. Sighs his breath slowly. "I'm afraid our marriage won't last long, Mom!"
"Well, why baby? In fact I've always dreamed of living an aging life with you-"
Fatih turned her head, then cupped her husband's two faces. "Really, Mas? That's your dream?"
"Promise me, Mum?"
"Promise, baby---"
"You'll always be honest with me? Always open with me??" Fatih continued to colonize Ibra with a promise.
"Yes my wife, I will always be honest about anything to you."
Yes, Mas. I believe you!"
They finally embraced each other in happiness. Hopefully this time Ibra will be right. He will always be open and honest about himself and his life.
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Seen in the residence of the Ibra family, already crowded gathered relatives. There are Mother, Father, Ibra Brothers, Sister-in-law, Nephew and grandchildren Ibra. It is according to plan that today there is aqiqah of Ibra's grandson, the son of his eldest brother.
"Well, why hasn't Ibra arrived yet? Mama didn't forget to celebrate my son's aqiqah?" ask Niken to Ira.
"Please, Ken. Om Ibra is still on the street."
"You have to keep up the attitude! Remember can not be spoiled again the same Om you. Now that's Om you're married!"
Niken's face was also shrinking. "Yes Mah, I understand! I feel guilty, not present at Om Ibra--" wedding"
His name is Niken, he's 23. He was the first grandchild in the Ibra family. Niken was one of Ibra's most beloved nieces. Whatever Niken wants, Ibra will definitely obey him. When Niken had just married and given birth to a child, she went to live with her husband abroad.
Ms.
Ibra's car was pulled over in front of the gate of her parents' house.
"Mas, I'm pretty, right?" Fatih continued to look at his face in the rearview mirror while tidying his hair that was already neat from now on. It's so beautiful and fragrant.
"Beautiful, if you don't wear anything anymore" whispered Ibra teasing right in the ear of the wife.
"That's what you do!!" ketus reply.
"Come, we're down-"
"Start, Mom! I just need energy first, why am I so nervous like this huh? When we get married, not all of your family is present, Mom."
"Always be yourself, look what it is! That's real beauty."
"All right my beloved husband-" Fatih teased by advancing her lips.
The cup!
Ibra kissed Fatih's lips. "Come, down. The show will start!"
Then they got out of the car. Ibra continued to hold Fatih's hand, they went hand in hand. Both couples wear matching clothes, seen Fatih carrying gifts for Ibra's grandchildren.
Then
Jgrrr
Fatih's footsteps just stopped in the middle of the living room. Both of his eyes were glaring, straight and staring intently. He was glued, silent and silent. I don't know what he saw until his whole body became so heated. It seems like old wounds are coming back.
"YOU!!"
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3.Don't Stop loving me
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