Twice Married

Mother and Father

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Fatih immediately rose from the edge of the bed to approach her husband who was still standing holding the medicine.

Blass

The medicine was simply forcefully taken by Fatih from Ibra's hands. He kept staring at the two eyes of Ibra who still looked wet.

"What medicine, Mas?!"

Fatih stared intently and Ibra just fell silent. Wanna dodge? Ibra has no chance.

"....What cure? You're still playing secrets with me, are you?" Fatih threw the medicine caplet into Ibra's chest and fell to the floor.

"I'm your wife, right? You already know the ins and outs of my life, but why are you still silent about your past?"

Ibra was hard to explain, he could only stare in the direction of Fatih's two eyeballs.

"I'm ashamed Fat, same you--" Reply slowly.

"Thy? We married Mas! You still embarrassed? I accepted you for who you are!" Fatih clucked, he continued to believe that he could be trusted.

Ibra sighed deeply and took it down. He closed his eyes to find strength to speak truthfully with Fatih.

"That's what medicine, Mas?" Fatih pointed at the medicine that had fallen on the floor.

"....Sedative, Fat!" He paused for a while and continued to see the response of Fatih who was just gawking.

"I'm just as rich as you are, we're both traumatized in the past-" Ibra's tears came back.

"...I'm ashamed to tell you, I'm not a husband and father! I'm afraid you doubt me Fat-for four years I've been in drugs like this, because it always pokes my soul, Fat!

"Four years, Mom? For four years you experienced this trauma alone? You always forbid me to get close to such drugs! But you??"

"...Because I love you, Fat! I also want to stop taking drugs like this! But I also need time---" Ibra spoke very slowly, lowering her face a little.

"Mas, I didn't end up thinking about you! You've always been stoic, wise, strong. Butwhat? you're also FRAGILE, Mum!!"

Ibra looked up at his face, looking at the wife's face.

"Don't leave me, Fat! I will correct all my past---" Ibra clasped Fatih's hand. Fatih took it off, not to get angry but instead spread both hands to hold Ibra.

Blass

Ibra was caught in that embrace. His body was locked tightly by his wife.

"I won't let you go through all this alone, Mas---" Fatih said in a soft voice, becoming a soothing therapy for her husband.

Ibra put his head on Fatih's shoulder, he closed his eyes while shedding tears again.

"We fight to heal, right? We're both going to the doctor!

Ibra nodded slowly.

Fatih stroked her husband's back.

"I will do the same for you! Let's Mas we fight together, maybe a baby's grandpa in my stomach waiting for his Papa to say hello to him??"

Both of Ibra's eyes opened quickly, one of his eyebrows rising to digest what Fatih meant. He let go of the hold and pulled his face to stare clearly at his wife's face.

"Say hello with her? Grandpa baby? What do you mean, baby?" Ask.

"As you said this afternoon..."

"You still nauseous? Still want to vomit? Oh Allah...YOU?" Both of Ibra's eyes blinked, the knot of the smile line will soon expand beautifully.

Fatih nodded with a happy-looking smile. While the code justifies what is in her husband's mind at this time.

Fatih pulled a tespack out of her pants pocket. Since noon she thought about Ibra's curse, it's possible that she was pregnant. Therefore when Ibra was sleeping he decided to buy a tespack to the pharmacy and check it.

Result

POSITIVELY

"I wanted a secret first, let it be a surprise for you. But because you think you are good, I want to make our child become a spirit for you and me! We're fighting from the trauma, Mas, make him-" Fatih grabbed Ibra's hand to stroke her flat belly.

"Oh God..." Ibra bent her body to kiss Fatih's stomach and hugged her back.

"She--"

"Mama and Papa yes.." Fatih slurped while kissing Ibra's hair shoot.

"Don't Mom and Dad, baby!

"Certainly??"

"Mother and Dad are----"

It is true that the trauma of her marriage to Jihan still lays in the deepest recesses of her heart.

That regret cannot be changed.

"What's the point, his dad's happy."

"I did not expect Fat, if my mother's desire to match me with your rich little girl from a long time ago, will still be done today!"

"And I'm grateful, we were brought together in circumstances that both experienced failure and trauma!"

"I'm happy because you're a woman who wants to accept my situation like this, you want to sincerely accept that I'm like this, I don't know if you're not the woman."

"I'm not rich director Fahmi..."

"I'm old..."

"I have nothing..."

"But I will work harder to make you and our children happy..."

"...I accept you for who you are, Mom. Because you also want to accept me who has become a rich used goods gini!"

"I'm thankful Fat! I am so grateful to God and our two mothers. Don't tell me you're scrap, you're a DIAMOND in my eyes!"

Ibra stood up again, pulling his wife's chin and tilting her head. Cheeking Fatih's lips. Their eyes closed to each other to wait for the kiss to become hotter and rougher.

However

Instantly Fatih pushed Ibra's body. "Mas don't! Maghrib, let's quickly you take ablution. We pray together...."

Ibra smile. "Oh my God, I forgot. Come baby!" Ibra kissed Fatih's cheek first and then took her to the bathroom, to wudhu together.

How cool and peaceful was his soul Ibra. Getting Fatih Medina in this state.

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