Twice Married

The Power of Love Ibra

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After praying, Fatih invited Ibra to dinner at the dinner table. He prepared some cooking there.

Actually Fatih is not very good at cooking, but because his instincts as a wife continue to foam and want to make her husband happy. Therefore, during his marriage to Ibra, he more often looking for recipes either in cookbooks, internet and youtube.

"Come on, sit down."

The warm voice of the wife welcomed the arrival of Ibra who had just come out of the room and was still wearing a cocoa shirt and sheath.

Ibra looks handsome, really!

He approached his wife who was pouring rice on a plate. Hugging Fatih from behind, kissing the niche of his wife's neck nonstop.

"Buck...."

"Hemmm??"

"Let's eat yuk!"

"Dad wants to eat Mother now..." He breathed slowly in his wife's ears. Made Fatih aim her shoulders.

"Geli, Mas---"

"Let's sit! We're having dinner."

"Who said we'd like lunch?" Ibra tease.

"Deehhh, Mas!" Fatih clucking.

"I--yes Mother, let's eat." Ibra then pulled out a chair to sit there.

Both eyes were moved when they saw all the dishes were served delicious at the table.

"You're great now, you've had a great cooking--" Ibra praised Fatih. When his wife's face turned red like a tomato, he chuckled.

"I deliberately masakin you stewed meat. Your favorite food, et! But don't praise me first, before you try it taste Mas."

"Even if what you cook is undercooked, I will definitely eat it anyway. I'll always try to honor the wife who's been struggling to cook."

Fatih's two eyes were rounded, he grimaced a little.

"Did you ever cook an undercooked meal?"

Ibra nodded with a smile.

"Well, why didn't you say it?" Fatih blinked, he was writhing in Ibra's arms. Because I feel ashamed.

"Later you cry, continue not to cook again. Lots of rich girls, right?"

Fatih's face is throbbing. "I'm cooking again what the hell is Mas?"

"T---wait, Mas!" Fatih wiped the hand of Ibra who would grab the meat.

"Try here I check first, you will die again eating immature meat,"

"...I don't want to be a widow twice, any more pregnant young like this, Ck!"

Ibra laughed at his wife's words, never expecting in his life to marry a woman who was too young. Although Fatih is young, but his thinking is very mature from Jihan.

Even during his eight years of marriage to Jihan, he never poured rice on my plate. Often let me go to work on an empty stomach and there was never a warm dinner between us and the kids.

Fatih is the cure for all the wounds in my body

"Alhamdulillah nih Mas, I managed to cook the meat until tender and cooked, let's try Mas."

"....All right, Mother, I'll eat!"

"Mass? What are you doing??" Fatih rewinded her face no less Ibra began to approach her lips.

"Say tell me to eat?"

"I mean I ate it!" Fatih directed her index finger to point at the stew meat that was in the bowl.

"No ah! I want to eat the meat that's still in your mouth you're Fat! I think it's better to use my lips, to take it-" Ibra's tickling.

"Srush! Slovenly, time from my mouth!"

"Why so dirty? We're one body like this, when you still say dirty?"

"Then Ih later dede his baby hear-"

"...Too small Fat, he won't hear. Oh yes tomorrow we go to the controls yes, let you take a booster drug!"

"But Mas, I-I--?" Fatih's voice sounded risky. It is undeniable that the miscarriage he had experienced became a deep trauma debris.

"There I am, we promise to heal together." Ibra kissed Fatih's cheek many times.

As much as Mas Ibra loves me, it is different from Fahmi. Fahmi would throw my cooking on the floor if I forgot to put salt in his food.

"Why daydream?" Ask Ibra

"Eh, no Mas! Let's eat fast, Mas. Your rice will be cold!"

"Bring a rich baby, I want to keep sticking with you baby-Later night still can, right?" Ibra kissed his wife's cheek again.

"Buck...."

".....IBRAH!"

The eyes of Ibra and Fatih stared at each other and frowned to become several folds. Whose voice is present in the midst of their present.

Fatih and Ibra turned quickly to the source of the voice.

How happy Ibra found her Brother and Mother who were already on the doorstep of her house.

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There is a next part, hopefully it will be reviewed not long

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