Twice Married

Flashback Ibra and Jihan (2 )

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"Sister, Ibra's in the lobby..."

"Well, wait there!"

Tut telephone connection between Intan and Ibra disconnected.

Before coming to the office. Ibra first calls Intan to express her intention to borrow more money. Although initially Intan was a little sulking, not because he did not want to help, but he was upset by his sister's attitude that always covered up her household problems. What is it and why?

Ting.

The elevator is open, visible footsteps Intan has appeared and headed to Ibra and his two nephews who are still faithful waiting for his arrival in the bench lobby.

"Come Salim Nak with Auntie!" Ibra to Irsyad and Iffat.

"You all ate?" Intan looked at his nephew's face in turn.

"Already Aunt-" replied Irsyad and Iffat together.

Intan sat down beside Ibra. He continued to look at the face of the younger brother who looked tired and not energetic. Ibra looks a little weak because she hasn't eaten since morning.

"Have you eaten, Dek?"

"...It's Brother." Ibra replied steadily while enduring the pain of her stomach.

"You have an ulcer, don't eat too late! Look at your body, so skinny!" Imbuh Intan's. Ibra could only nod and smile to close the wound that was lodged.

Then he grabbed his pocket and gave him an envelope that he had filled with some money that Ibra wanted to borrow.

"It's...." Intan handed me the envelope.

"I borrow first Brother, later if my payday must be changed."

Intan sighed.

"I think with you already in office, your family's finances will be better. It turns out the same? Your son is also still in SD, of course there are not many needs, Dek. Why are you always lacking?"

"Jihan should be able to manage finances. Don't be so spoiled! You're a husband, you have to be strict."

Ibra was silent. He can't answer anything. Though Intan was just guessing, he felt this was all Jehan's fault.

"Then where is your wife? Why are you carrying Irsyad and Iffat? Isn't it still working hours?"

Ibra went back to silence, she could not tell the truth that Jihan was going to a funeral, gathering with friends while her husband and children were abandoned. Jihan thought only of herself.

"Titip my greetings to Mother and Father yes, Brother. Sorry I can't look!"

"Mother also said, you haven't visited them in three months. Though the same mother Father always miss the same you--"

Ibra's gaze became sad and pushy. If only 8 years ago Ibra didn't insist on marrying Jihan anyway, maybe her life wasn't like this. Mom and Dad seemed a little unhappy with Jihan from the first time they met.

"I'm sorry for Mom and Dad, later if Ibra is paid next month. I'll come home. Ibra said yes, brother!" Ibra kissed the back of the brother's hand and Irsyad and Iffat did the same.

"Well, take care of yourself and your health. Don't be so tired, Dek!"

Ibra nodded happily, at least she still got the attention of her core family.

Intan also drove them to the car. Although he saw Ibra still developing a smile, but he knew his sister was at war with her mind.

Later after work, I'll stop by Ibra's house. I want to know exactly what happened to my sister and her wife...

Intan's mind echoed when he saw the shadow trail of his sister's car had gone from there.

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It looks like Jihan put some grocery bags on the sofa. He's flexing his body there, he looks so tired. Jihan kept calling out the names of her two children. Because she knew her husband and children had arrived before her.

Ibra was seen approaching his wife from the kitchen. The man had just finished cooking for dinner.

"Where are you from? Why did you just come home at this hour? You said you were just for a minute, right?"

"Oh Pah, ah! Mama doesn't want to hear Papa. You see, Mama is tired---"

Really Jihan, what kind of wife is she!

"You're shopping again? He said our money's up?"

"My friend gave me Pah's loan. The pay could be the end of the month, just as Papa had already paid-" Jihan got up and spoiled in Ibra's body. She knew her husband wouldn't be angry if he was like this.

"Why is Mama always like this? Papa is tired of working, but there seems to be no appreciation at all from you!"

Seeing Ibra who was already emotional made Jihan rewind her steps from Ibra.

"That? Mama just shopping like this, Papa already angry?? It's all Papa's obligation to cover all my living expenses and the children!"

"Yes I understand, I am obligated to make you happy. But you also have to understand my circumstances, Mah! Finish the first new primary needs after that you want to buy anything up--"

"Yes, it's Pah, but what else. Papa's money is not enough!"

"You whatever my salary, it will not be enough if your lifestyle continues like this! You've embarrassed me, Irsyad's homeroom teacher last night on my phone. He said Irsyad has not paid SPP. How the hell are you??"

Ibra was getting upset and furious. He continued to spit out his heart which was very disappointed for his wife.

"If SPP money is used for more urgent matters, Papa will accept! But if only for shopping like that, Papa is disappointed with Mama!" Ibra grabbed all the groceries and was thrown to the floor. Look some cosmetics, perfume, clothes and accessories spilled over the floor.

"PAPA! You're being rude!"

Jihan groaned she pushed her husband's body until it was pushed a little far away. He prefers to take all the stuff, pick it up and stroke the stuff that cost nothing at all.

"Only for that stuff, you dare to fight me!" Ibra grabbed the wife's arm so she could get up and look at her husband.

"I want to divorce you, Pah!" A curse sentence finally came out of Jihan's mouth.

"What kind of wife are you?"

Ibra couldn't stand it, both of her hands clenched violently. His chest was so weak and sick. He was desperately giving happiness, comfort and always being patient for his wife. In fact only tubal water was given by Jihan to him.

"What's? Papa want to slap Mama? Come on slap it! I'm not afraid of Papa!"

"...QUIET!!"

Ibra yelled at his wife with a loud voice. Both of his eyes seemed to be blazing because of the burning emotions.

"How dare you snatch Mama??"

Jihan remained stubborn, she had no fear at all of Ibra. Because all this time he felt Ibra always could he control.

Jihan pushed Ibra's body, walking to reach the bodies of their two sleeping children in the room.

"Why are you??"

"..I'm getting out of here! I'm taking the kids!"

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