Twice Married

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Although with a less fit body, feeling weak and vomiting that never stops making Fatih still managed to follow various meetings with his clients. Fortunately, they understood the current state of Fatih was not so good.

But he remained excited because of Ibra's attention that began to appear to him. Actually Ibra is always attentive but the views of Fatih who always felt that attention was just a mere joke.

The plan is to cook a delicious meal tonight for him and Ibra. After he thought long, he wanted to defend this household again, although the problem about Niken remained a problem.

After returning home from the office he stopped by the supermarket to shop for vegetables and side dishes and necessities at home. His heart was glad his face was implied with joy, he imagined the sweet smile Ibra later tonight.

After shopping, he returned home. With a journey of approximately 30 minutes he has arrived at home. When he was about to enter the car into the gate, he was shocked when he saw Ibra's car parked in the garage.

"Tumben yes, at this hour why did Mas Ibra come home?" Fatih wondered while stopping the roar of his car engine.

Fatih got out of the car while carrying a bag of groceries that he had bought at the supermarket earlier. But his steps stopped and his chest suddenly thumped when he saw a woman's shoes lying in front of the entrance.

"Who is it?"

Fatih went inside and soon the bag of groceries that he had been holding had just fallen on the floor when he saw an unknown woman putting food on the table the meal.

"Who are you?" Fatih's voice just shocked this woman. He looked up and approached Fatih.

"Who are you?" Ayu pretends not to know him. He knows exactly who Fatih is.

"I'm the one who should ask, WHO ARE YOU? And what are you doing in my house?? fatih asked with a voice of deep emphasis.

"Include me Ayu-" Ayu directed her hand to shake hands with Fatih.

"I'm his wife, Ibra!" Fatih brushed off Ayu's hand. "What are you doing here?"

"Huh? Wife? I did not know that Mas Ibra already had a wife, Mas Ibra never told me if he was married!"

Instantly Fatih's reddened face restrained his emotions, he was annoyed with durjanna's growl.

Both of his eyes were glazed, his lips were trembling. His heartache and soul knew that he was not recognized by Ibra. I don't know why this pain is more than the pain that has been applied by Fahmi, her former husband.

Ibra's gentle and loving figure was simply crushed in Fatih's sight. He cried while holding his chest.

And no cry, what about?

Ayu feels guilty, his goal with Ibra is only to make Fatih jealous. But the plan remains the plan must continue to be completed until the end of the story.

"I came here just to take Mas Ibra because he was not feeling well, I offered to make food and he agreed. Now Mas Ibra is taking a bath. Sorry if-"

"I want you to go now!" Fatih quickly interrupted Ayu's words. He didn't want to see Ayu's face for much longer here.

"My husband's brother, I'll take care of him!" Fatih had clearly not called Ibra by name alone. His heart was quite sore and sick. He was thrown away like trash.

Fatih was still crying sobbing.

Tega you, Mas!

The atmosphere became chaotic again when Ibra who had just finished bathing opened the door of the room and called out Ayu's name. Fatih turned her head quickly towards Ibra. Her tears kept falling. He slightly bent over holding the back of the dining table chair.

Ibra was so shocked to see that Fatih had arrived home. Of course the initial plan between Ayu and Ibra is not like this scenario.

"Fats? You're home yet?"

"Are you asking ME or AYU??" Fatih stared clearly at Ibra's face with all her anger. He walked closer to the man.

"Your work, my mom! You dare bring another woman into our house! Cook for you and take care of you who are sick!"

"What do you think of me, Mom? I'm still your wife, we're not divorced! Until your heart takes the woman?? You wanna show me?? You and your nephew are both criminals!"

"You-you--!!" Fatih was at a loss for words, she kept crying. Spilling all her grief in front of the husband she loves.

Ibra wants to embrace his wife's body but his mis this time must succeed. He had to make Fatih aware of what he had to choose.

"Aren't you the one who wants to divorce me? You want to split up? You're the one who stayed away and shut yourself off from your husband?"

"You're just letting our household crumble? Just because of Niken's problem? You don't want to fight with me? You choose to run the ego to keep us divorced?

"What are you crying about right now? You're sick because I'm close to Ayu? Then what if I just surrender to your wishes that will still ask for a divorce? I'll be sick just like you!"

"But at least I've never brought anyone into our marriage, despite my desire to stay--"

Fatih does not until the heart continues the words of divorce which he has now changed into a word of peace. But it seems that with an incident like this Ibra, he will solidify his steps.

Fatih prefers to go into the room and cry back there. Locking the door to his room and staying inside for a long time.

Ibra manages to carry out her mission to make Fatih jealous while hurting her heart.

On the sidelines of his cry came the sound of Fatih holding back nausea to vomit.

"Fatih's still sick?" Desah Ibra was sorry.

Prepare Ibra, with all the decisions your wife will choose.

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