Twice Married

I'm sorry Mas

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The sound of broken glass was so loud in the air. Fatih quickly opened both of her eyes. He was shocked to lament the current state of Ibra. He also screamed hysterically

"MAS IBRA??"

Fatih's voice was so blaring that she shouted at her husband's name. Both her eyes were so glaring sharply as the glass debris of the mirror was being hit by her husband's fist.

Cuarrr

Fresh red blood simply flowed from the back of Ibra's hand and dripped down onto the floor. Some glass shards just like that were still stuck on the surface of his skin. Deep and open wounds. Ibra's face turned pale. There was a grimacing sound from both of his lips.

Quickly, Fatih removed Ibra's hand from the mirror, she carried her husband in the car to a nearby clinic.

"Trainer, baby..." His face with both eyes half closed. He just leaned limp in the car seat. Fatih who was confused and panicked still drove the car as much as he could.

20 Minutes later

Ibra is already at IGD Clinic. The open cut in his hand was covered with 12 stitches. A fairly long wound was strewn on the back of his hand.

"Is it still painful, Mom?" ask Fatih who started sitting next to her husband, when the nurse had just passed from before them.

"This pain is nothing compared to you who keep asking for separation from me, Fat!" The clear water came back.

"Is this blood not enough to apologize for my nephew Fat's mistake?" Ibra continued to beg and groan, with all her strength to endure the pain in her hand, she continued to try to hold his wife's hand.

With a forced heart, he answered.

"Not enough, Mom! I won't stop hating your niece until she suffers from being trampled on!" Fatih held back her tears from dripping back.

He must be firm, strong and courageous in front of Ibra. He did not want to show mercy to Ibra, his heart would be moved quickly with the tenderness of Ibra.

"Udah let's go home! I'm going to sleep at Mama's house tonight!" Fatih turned her face into indifference.

"You don't have to come, Mom!"

"Well, what is it? If so, I will not let you go to Mama's house!"

Fatih glared sharply. But Ibra still looked lethargic and sad.

"You don't pity me, Fat? With my gini-rich state, I couldn't do my normal activities" Ibra stared at her fists as they rolled the bandage almost over the surface of her hand.

Fatih glanced pity at the wound that was there. "You're a pain, Mom!"

Fatih immediately got up from the edge of the bed, he began to walk first to leave Ibra. Ibra got out of the patient's bed.

"Darling, wait for me--"

Fatih continues to rebuke the figure of Ibra from his rearview mirror. And again Fatih again berated her husband, because he could not open the car door. He doesn't have enough power for that.

Fatih sighed in annoyance. He went down and approached Ibra.

"Darling, why was the back door opened? I want to sit in front of you-" Ibra put on a languid face.

"You come in, do I stay?"

"Fat, I'm your husband..."

"Right now but soon just an ex. You and Fahmi will be in the same position!"

"Dear, don't talk like that! I'm afraid God will scour her!"

"You keep all that advice to counsel your family! Come on quickly in! I'm tired!"

Only because of love and want to continue to survive, Ibra was willing to follow the will of his wife. He still tolerated Fatih's attitude, as his wife was still disappointed.

I'll get your heart back, baby

Ibra said as he sat still and looked at Fatih who continued driving the car.

I'm sorry, Mom, I had to believe it. So you can hate me, I can't keep on with you, Mas. I don't want to betray my mother's heart.

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