Twice Married

Attention is disappointed

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Fatih continued to look at Ibra who was asleep on the bed. He just stood on the wall of the room. After returning home from the clinic, he wanted to stay at his parents' house. Although he is currently disappointed, but on the other hand there is a sense of love that is being renewed for Ibra.

It is impossible until the heart lets the wounded Ibra stay alone at home. However, his instincts as a wife are still imprinted in his soul.

She began to change her clothes with a dress. Passing out of the room and into the kitchen to cook. He had to make food for Ibra, as the man would routinely take medicine.

After an hour of cooking in the kitchen, the food is finally ready to be served at the dining table. He cooks home-style food with the rest of the ingredients in the refrigerator.

The smell of cooking also flows to the sense of smell of Ibra. He began to open his eyes very slowly. There was a faint shadow that began to pass with a real gaze, then the stimulus of his brain worked, he immediately woke up from his position to sit on a slab. Looking for the whereabouts of his wife whom he did not meet this room.

When Fatih turned his head, when Ibra rudely opened the door of the room from the inside, this man sighed with relief when he saw his wife was still at home.

"Would you take a shower or eat first?" fatih asked in a cold voice. Fatih's attitude like this exceeded his initial attitude when he first met Ibra.

"I want to take a shower first-" he replied slowly. He was still sad to see the attitude of his wife who still could not forgive him.

Ibra began to turn her steps to enter the room. Fatih quickly caught up with her husband.

"Let me bathe you! the doctor also said your hands should not be hit by water first-" still in a cold voice.

There was a happy look emanating from Ibra's face. He was sure Fatih would not just see it difficult like this.

"Yes dear, yes, yes." Ibra replied in a soft voice. Fatih just nodded without wanting to see her husband's eyes accompanied by a chest that could not bear to see her husband's condition like this. He walked first to get into the bathroom.

Shower has been turned on, seen Ibra sitting on top of the closet. He began to be bathed by Fatih to all sides of his body. Ibra was still looking at Fatih who was now crouching rubbing both her legs.

Even during his 8-year marriage to Jihan, he never served me like this. Even though I'm very ill.

Even he still chose to go arisan, when I was cowering sick in bed.

You are Fatih's best wife. Although I know your heart is still disappointed, but you still can't bear to see me like this.

"Mas, let's tilt a little!"

Fatih again washed the soap foam attached to the body Ibra. After doing it long enough and certainly no more soap foam that still exists, he began to bathe Ibra's body from head to toe.

"It's over, Mom. Come on out, you get dressed. Just wait in the room, I will come again to bring you food." he said Fatih as he passed out of the bathroom.

"Yes baby..."

Ibra started to open her wardrobe, but unfortunately again she had no power to take a pile of her clothes arranged on the top shelf.

Fatih, who had returned with a tray of food and drinks, immediately put them on the table and walked quickly to help Ibra, who was almost hit by several clothes on her head.

"Udah, no! Here I am, you sit there--"

Fatih pointed towards the bed. Ibra can only obey what his wife says. Fatih walked back to Ibra with a t-shirt and pants for her husband to wear.

"Let's raise your hands up!" Fatih also put on a shirt that he had chosen himself to wear by Ibra, then he crouched back to wear pants on the lower body Ibra.

Inner Ibra continued to lash out combing his heart.

"Eat ya Mas, you have to take medicine!" His wife walked over to get the tray she had brought from the table.

Ibra was seen sitting cross-legged on the bed. Both eyes were moved when the tray filled with food had been placed by Fatih in front of him.

"You cooked all this for me, baby?" ibra asked with sparkling eyes, he was so excited to see Fatih cooking meat soup and flour squid. Ibra also began to take a spoon that he could not touch at all, the spoon could not be lifted because his right hand was still rolled bandage.

"Here you are, Mas. I'm the one who bribed you!"

Fatih began to wet the rice with drops of soup water. When the rice and side dishes had gathered in a spoon, then he was slowly bribed into the mouth of Ibra.

While in the bathroom until I was feeding Ibra, not a single word was spoken from Fatih's lips.

Only silence and a flat face he gave. There is no widened smile knot like every day. There was only the clink of the spoon rubbing against the plate and then making a loud voice.

"Drink, Mas-" Fatih delivers water and some medicine from the clinic, when Ibra's food is up.

Fatih took the glass back to put it on the tray.

"You have a rest, Mom." Fatih passed quickly without giving voice to her husband. Ibra could only shut up and wait for Fatih to come back into the room again and sleep with her.

4 Hours have passed.

Now Ibra's two eyes blinked slowly as the flick of his left hand found no one on the pillow next to him.

He opened his eyes quickly and looked. There is only a gust of wind from the AC that makes the empty bed sheet feel cold.

"Honey, where are you?"

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