Twice Married
Flashback Ibra and Jihan (3 )
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Ibra looks up to the floor because of Jihan's push is too strong. Jihan easily took her two children to the main door.
Ibra immediately got up to pursue Jihan.
"Pah Off! Mama's taking the kids!"
"Don't Mah, where are you taking the kids?"
"Well, what matters is that our lives are quiet without you!!"
His two children were crying because Ibra and Jihan were back in a storm. It is enough they often see the quarrel of both parents who never go out.
Ibra pulled out her two sons' hands.
"If you want to go, go! Don't take my kids!!"
"Fuck!!" Exclaim Jihan. His heart was getting crumpled, his intention only wanted to bully Ibra, but Ibra who looked tired wanted to just let go of Jihan.
"So you want to divorce me, Pah?"
"Papa never said that, who wants to separate, right YOU?"
"Well, Mah?" Sighs Irsyad who looks afraid to hear the words divorce.
"You are Pah, you useless husband!" Jihan pushed back her husband's body and took Irsyad's hand off Ibra.
"JIHAN----?"
There was a voice coming from the other direction. Everyone looked at the doorway. It looks like Intan has been standing there watching the commotion that is happening.
"Sister?" Ibra.
He was so embarrassed when the Brother found out about the state of his household like this.
Intan stepped up and glanced at his eyes.
"What did you say? My sister is useless? There's also you, useless wife!"
"...You can only make your husband and children suffer! I shouldn't have supported Ibra to marry you!"
"I should still support Ibra getting married to a mother-!" matchmaking woman!"
"Hahahahhaa, then why don't you just match the woman with her-" Jihan pointed her index finger to point at Ibra.
"Because that woman is too early! I don't want my sister getting married too late!"
"Wedding like a Brother?" Jihan grew bolder she kept laughing at Intan.
"MAMA ENOUGH! Don't you insult my brother!"
"In fact, right? This brother of yours does not have any busyness other than just disturbing our household!" Reply Jihan continued to look at her Brother-in-law deeply.
"Bad YOU!" Intan floated her palm and landed on both cheeks of Jihan in turn. His heart feels hot.
"Son, you dare slap me! Old maid, I pray Brother will never get married!"
"YOU--"
With lightning speed, Ibra grabbed his brother's body so as not to slap his wife.
"Ibra release! This wife of yours should be taught a lesson!! I can't accept her words!"
"Curtain!" Jihan threw her spit on the floor. "I want us to divorce Mas, marrying you is just a waste of my time and children!"
Jihan grabbed Irsyad and Iffat who had been crying to see this fight. Jihan grabbed the car keys that Ibra put on the living room table.
He rushed quickly into the car. Encourage her husband in all directions when he wants to stop his desire to leave.
"Let him go! She's a bad wife to you, Dek!" Intan kept hold of Ibra which was getting frustrated.
"Papa..Pahs..Papa!!" The voices of her two children kept on calling out her name.
"Diehan open! You don't get in this car, danger! You are not driving it yet!!"
"Damn it, let's open it!"
Ibra keeps reminding, but Jihan stays in her choice. He kept turning the key to turn the car on and pressed the gas pedal to pass from the house.
Ibra continued to chase all the way to the front of the gate. He continued to see the shadow of the car that drove very rough.
"So I borrowed your car!"
"I'm coming..."
Ibra and Intan were chasing Jihan who was getting faster in driving a car.
"Look at that, brother, it's so fast he's got his car! I'm scared of the if-"
Then
Without waiting long
Duarrrrr
The car that Jihan was carrying hit a tree on the side of the road. Smoke seems to have been rising there.
"Yes Allah--" cried Ibra and Intan simultaneously, they quickly pulled over the car which was not far from Jihan's car.
"How is this?" His desire for Intan.
With both of their limp footsteps continued to step up to approach the car.
And
Duarrr
The loud sound of explosions was heard coming back from Jihan's car. The car was on fire, the fire was growing.
Ibra and Intan retreated when the fire had devoured the car quickly.
"PLEASE...HELP!!!"
"Mas, Mommy! Come get up--" Fatih was seen shaking her husband's body. Ibra looks delirious in her sleep. Fatih rushed out of the kitchen to hear Ibra's voice screaming.
Both of Ibra's eyes opened quickly, the rhythm of his breathing was up and down. Her clothes were all wet from sweat. The AC room was wrong. He returned to having bad dreams.
He got up and hugged Fatih tightly. He was crying too. Every now and then the sound of screaming just popped out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, Papa, son. Forgive Papa--" his sigh was long and repetitive.
I don't know why the incident 4 years ago made Ibra always feel guilty and sorry. If only he had chosen to be quiet, perhaps Jihan would not be emotional and take their children away.
"Why you, baby?"
Fatih continued to lock the body of her husband who continued to fuss because of depression. Ibra just cried and cried, it is difficult to say that at this time he needed a sedative to calm himself from the nightmares that came back.
"Eatya if you want magrib do not sleep, this will be the case. I love weird dreams!"
Adhan Magrib was already reverberating, heard up to their earlobes.
"Let's wash your face and worship, that's why we are ready to pray!"
Ibra looked increasingly unsettled, her body charging for the medicine. His chest felt tight and heavy. There was no other way, he took off a hug from Fatih then got up from the bed to walk to take his briefcase.
He was looking for a medicine caplet that he had never used for a long time. Tearing two capsules to get the medicine into his throat quickly.
"Mass? What drug is that?"
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