Twice Married
Fatih my wife, mine!
Hii good afternoon
I'm back guyss
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The morning returned to bring a glimmer of happiness on the face of this married couple. They returned to work in matching office clothes.
During the journey Fatih continued to lean his body on Ibra's arm. Rubbing Ibra's hair and occasionally smearing her husband's cheeks. Fatih was being drunk on romance.
Cit.
The brake pedal of the car has been stepped on by Ibra. Make car tires with asphalt front of the lobby rubbing against each other. The car stopped smoothly.
Ibra no longer allowed Fatih to bring his own car to the office. He has given the decision to always take and pick Fatih to work.
"Later in the afternoon so, Mom?" Fatih got up to hold her body in the passenger seat. Restore his hair and shirt.
"Where are you going to have lunch?" Ibra turned around to ask. Made Fatih slightly tilt the corner of her lips.
"We're definitely going to have lunch, but before that I want to, we control Dr. Sp Soul and to Dr. Sp. Obstetrical. Just before I left, I made this plan..."
"Oh yeah baby.I forgot."
Fatih shook her head. "Emang yes, if that age can't lie-" Fatih laughed softly.
Ibra. "You mean I'm senile? Come on baby I'm 36!"
"...If it's turned 63, right?" Fatih laughed again, making Ibra laugh as well.
"That's okay, you should say old too. The evidence can still produce children, right in your stomach??" Ibra decis tickled.
"And, it can still make you feel weak as helpless as in the bath up last night---"
Ibra made Fatih's face flushed like a tomato. Her shame just radiated.
"Buck.ih!" Fatih smothered Ibra's lips because she felt ashamed and uncomfortable.
"Want another night?" Ibra's hand tidied up Fatih's hair that still looks not neat.
Fatih could not hold back her laughter. He nodded, making Ibra laugh.
"So you're a bad boy, so addicted to the story?" Then kissed his wife's cheek.
"You loh, who taught me-" Fatih moved her lower lip.
"I can't make you rich sick your ex-husband!" Ibra's lips inched up onto Fatih's forehead. This woman is silent and silent. He closed both eyes while feeling the tenderness that Ibra just gave him.
"Yes down, I want to go back to the office. Be careful, don't move too much. Your content is young."
"Yes, yeah..." Fatih grabbed the back of Ibra's hand to kiss her as a farewell sign.
"Darling..."
"Yes Mas?" Fatih turned around before she actually got out of the car.
"I love you..."
Those words made Fatih's heart rumble. She felt so happy that Ibra treated her as a wife.
"I love you too."
"Be careful...If you've reached my office!"
Ibra nodded, her smile lines lips still windy. It looks so enchanting. It was fortunate that they got each other a figure that was truly suitable to complete their lives now.
Fatih was down. Then waved his hand towards Ibra's car. The car drove back and disappeared from his sight.
"Thank God I know you, Mom. Thanks to your love, you made me the happiest woman in the world - Ah happy.."
Fatih's red face blushed, she continued muttering alone like a person in love. Not like! But he was in love very hard.
Dap.
His round of steps just stopped when several employees were already lined up behind him. They all seemed to hear that his boss was happy.
"What are you all doing here?"
"We're all waiting to be picked up by the driver ma'am, going to the partner company."
"...Happy again mom?" Ask one of them.
Fatih smiled again, really what Ibra did from last night until just now, not after making her stunned.
"It could be a free lunch for all of us..."
"Oh okay. Since I am happy, you should also be happy. Not just a free lunch..."
"The employee bonus will I add 40%, how??"
"Yes..."
"...Alhamduliah.."
"Well, cool."
Such was the joyful cheer that went out from their mouths. Only Ibra can change Fatih Medina like this. The angels of love are scattered in their hearts and heads.
*****
"Dam, Al..."
"What?" Answer them without looking. Damar and Aldi are still looking down at some of the document files that they had been back and forth on the meeting table.
Two hours of meetings have passed, but these three friends spend more time until lunch in this room. To re-digest or discuss the results of meetings with their Director.
Damar is a friend since High School, while Aldi is a friend since college. The three of them were reunited when applying to work at PT. Husbands.
But their domestic life is better one level above Ibra. They know exactly how the story of Ibra's household, although the man never described clearly about the relationship with Jihan first.
Damar and Aldi are always by his side.
"Gue is old?" He said while staring at the screen of the phone that was already dark.
He kept looking at the shadow of his face there. If Desi was with them, maybe he would borrow the face glass of his subordinates.
It seemed that Fatih's question made him a little sensitive, not out of anger. But because he wants to always feel young to match the wife's presentability.
Damar and Aldi looked up at the same time, stared strangely and then gawked and finally laughed together.
"That you already know the answer, why use all the nanya?" Damar.
"He was afraid of old Dam, his bin was still a young-leaf" Sahut Aldi chuckled.
"Gue.seriously!" Damar and Aldi cannot be taken seriously in this regard. They could only make Ibra stare.
"Yes.old.."
"I-yya you're old!"
Damar and Aldi were happy. They continued to heat up Ibra so that her heart would boil.
"Seriously lo.." Ask her again. "But ah I'm still okay! Look at my face is still tight as my body is still stocky, fit and dashing-"
Ibra still evokes confidence in herself.
Suddenly.
I don't know what got into his body, instantly nausea struck. There is fluid that is gathering at the end of the throat to be released quickly. Ibra ran into the toilet holding her stomach. Making his two friends' eyes blink and exclaim.
"Why are you Bra?" Ask Damar.
"Where not to vomit, his body just dolak fitting he said still stocky, handsome and fit!"
"Hahahahhaa--" Laughter was heard again from the group of men.
Ibra kept on spitting out the liquid from inside her mouth.
"Why did you suddenly vomit?" Then again there was the sound of vomiting from him. Wash his face with water in the palm of his hand.
"What wind? Was it because of the late night in the bathroom?"
Ibra recalls how he spent a few hours in the bathroom bath up with his wife last night.
"It's okay to be sick, which is important the wife likes." He murmured, he was still carried away by the happy atmosphere even though his stomach was not good at the moment.
"Lo why? Sick? Let's get dredged with Aldi--" asked Damar when Ibra had sat back and wiped the corners of his lips with the end of the tie.
"Don't help, Bra! But I'm disgusted ah scrapings the same guy."
Damar laughed again. "Who will be scraped with you." Ibra shook her head.
Ibra stared at the watch in her hand. "Bro, I unplug it first. Want to have lunch ama bini me--" he said so proudly.
"Bawain us a snack, which is cheap but delicious."
"...Wow Bra this offense, you insulted the Damar. Obviously bini lo now already----
"Oh yes bro forget I hahahhaa. Yes where is the author*****, beautiful, young, so Director again, isn't Al?"
"You know, you should take care of yourself, Bra. Pay attention to your stamina, your body shape, your face and everything so that Fatih does not turn away from a man like he-"
"Hemm, that's it too." Damar Sahut.
Suddenly Ibra's face dimmed. He remembered the words Fahmi.
"Fatih just loves me! You are too old for him, what can you love for Fatih? If you're kicked from LUKE, then you're nothing!!"
Ibra continued to be imagined with Fahmi's words when they were in Bali last time. Sometimes it makes his confidence disappear, but because of his growing love, of course as a man Ibra will not want to let go of Fatih just like that.
"...Fatih my wife, mine!
Keep fighting Ibra, keep yours.
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