Twice Married

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From evening until night Fatih kept himself locked up in his room. He kept crying and crying. Even his office clothes were not opened. He is also willing to resist thirst, urinate and others. Because he still doesn't want to see Ibra.

Seeing Fatih like this, Ibra felt guilty. Damar's idea even compounded their problems. Ibra had knocked on Fatih's door many times, from offering to drink, eat or whatever so that Fatih could move out of the room.

Ibra kept shaking her head. Exhaling his breath at first.

I shouldn't have used this way! I should have sensed that Fatih loved me! I am the one who is impatient! I hurt him !

Ibra kept cursing and cursing herself. This man kept waiting for his wife outside the room. It is not the same as drinking or eating. He just wanted to hug Fatih now.

From earlier Fatih could withstand his nausea, but after a long time of holding back finally he could not resist when his body was struggling to vomit.

He opened the door and ran to the kitchen sink.

"Darling....?" Ibra got up from the sofa and ran to the kitchen to follow Fatih.

Fatih vomited again and now looks worse. He had closed both eyes when he had managed to remove the clear vomit from his mouth.

"Fat, you're sick. Let me take you to the doctor, shall I?"

Fatih was still silent she could not answer. Because the feeling of wanting to vomit back into his body.

Then.

Huwe.

Fatih regurgitated a lot until she felt relieved. Ibra continued to squint at the nape of his wife's neck.

"Let's get out, baby, you nih--" Ibra stopped her speech while thinking about something else.

Are you pregnant, Fat?

Ibra kept wondering in her mind. Of course Ibra is an adult man who has been married and has two children. He must understand how the signs of a young pregnant woman.

"Mas--?" Fatih's sigh when his body just slipped, he was so limp.

Ibra swiftly embraced and brought Fatih's body to enter his room. Fatih was still conscious, but she had no energy because she was so weak.

Remembering he had not eaten since coming home from the office and crying for hours and vomiting many times. Fatih has no power.

Fatih was placed in bed, Ibra positioned his body so that he could lie down properly.

"Would you change your clothes?" Ibra asked softly, Fatih only looked at Ibra with tears still remaining there.

Ibra continued to wipe his wife's tears, stroking Fatih's face and peeling her forehead. Fatih kept crying.

Ibra got up from the edge of the bed to step into Fatih's room to pick up his wife's sleeping pajamas.

For some reason even though Ibra had hurt his heart, Fatih was still washed away by Ibra's tenderness.

If affection were given sincerely it would be very heartfelt, as Ibra was giving his wife. This 36-year-old man is very sincere and loves Fatih.

Ibra is back in her sleeping pajamas and drinking water in a glass.

"Drink first!" Ibra helps Fatih to chug the water in the glass.

"You lie down, let me change your work clothes!"

"Want me to wash your wet towel?"

"No, I'm cold---"

"Yes, change your clothes!"

Fatih nodded slowly.

Ibra started unbuttoning Fatih's shirt, straight to the last button. Ibra can only swallow her saliva when both eyes are free to see the curves of the wife's body. This body that he misses so much.

Ibra regularly opened up all what Fatih was wearing. The woman looks innocent using nothing. If Fatih was healthy and did not cry, Ibra would immediately perch like a beetle.

Wearing pajamas on Fatih's body quickly because he was afraid his wife would catch a cold if she did not wear clothes for a long time.

"Mass?" Fatih grabbed her husband's hand.

"Who is Ayu Mas? Is your relationship with her?" Fatih asked in a stammering voice. Both her eyes were swollen and her nose was already flushed.

Seeing Fatih like this made Ibra even more heartless.

"Friend only, Fat."

It's true, Ibra just plays. He's not sick at all.

"Not to be discussed first, you have to eat now, what do you want to eat?"

"Why not talk about it? Because for you to hurt me is something that doesn't matter, Mom?"

Fatih got up to sit on her feet, she wanted to look more firmly at her husband's eyes.

"You are very important to me! What a pity-" replied Ibra gently, he could no longer lie to Fatih with the idea of Damar like this.

Fatih continued to listen to all the words that would come out of Ibra's mouth.

"His love I only made my wife one. Because I promised when I did Ijab qabul I will accept all its shortcomings and advantages."

"But only for the wife who stays in this house with me until we age-"

"Only for my wife, who will fight together with me to fight against every obstacle and trial!"

"Yes of course only to MY WIFE who would never threaten to leave and part from me-"

"Only for MY WIFE, this heart will continue to dock!"

Both of Ibra's eyes look teary, he continues to hope and pray that Fatih quickly to wake up and come back to not close himself again.

Fatih cried even more to hear the moans of the heart that just popped out of Ibra's mouth. As soon as his heart was filled, he immediately rushed into Ibra's chest and hugged the man. He was crying more and more.

"I'm sorry Mas--" There was a sentence that came out of Fatih's lips accompanied by sobbing.

Ibra locked his wife's body tightly, rubbing and kissing Fatih's face.

"I don't want you to go with another woman, Mom!"

"That wouldn't have happened, if you hadn't asked me to keep divorcing you baby, because I can't really Fat!"

"Keep what about Ayu, I'm afraid you gave her the same hope!! You're evil Mas!"

In his cries, Fatih still had time to beat Ibra's chest.

"How hope? People in also already married, it is impossible dong Fat!" Ibra decis tickled.

Hearing Ibra laugh out loud makes Fatih wonder, he was furious again. "Oh so you're cheating on someone's wife? Too bad for you!!" Fatih stopped her crying and went back to sulking.

"Ett! Wait, I can clear. Don't be angry first."

"Come on, let's clear!"

Then Ibra explains how he, Damar and Ayu came together to make Fatih jealous. With all the tactics, ideas and plans.

After hearing the clarification from Ibra, Fatih was shocked and hit him with a pillow.

"YOU ARE MAS!!"

Ibra with all her might clenched Fatih's body, locking his wife's body so that she could not move.

"I'm like this because I don't have any other way Fat, I just want to know how you feel, why easily you always say you want to separate-"

Hearing that remark made Fatih stop wriggling. He looked happy, his face blushing. Both of his swollen eyes were no longer visible wet tears there.

"Really, Mas? Because you love me?"

Ibra gave her phone to Fatih.

"You can read a bunch of chats I had with Damar and Ayu, we also have a group, the name is "Preserve Fatih... !"

Suddenly, Fatih's laughter echoed in this room. His smile line widened showing his white teeth are always well cared for.

Ibra grabbed his wife's hand and kissed her many times.

"We're better, baby---!"

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2.Friendship with Forbidden Love

3.Gifali and Maura

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