Twice Married

I swear I will pay you back!

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Fatih and Ibra are seen walking down the hospital to Poli Jiwa. Fatih had registered online for both of them as patients there. With office suits still attached to their bodies. Ibra and Fatih are seen as a couple of young executives who are twisted.

Fatih did not feel anything strange about Ibra. Because this man can always cover what he feels. He will always be calm and peaceful even though trouble is strangling his neck.

They finally reached the front of the Soul Poli and waited for their names to be called in. Many patients are already queuing up with different mental illness diagnoses.

Of course, mental problems do not only occur among adults but among children have also happened a lot.

"The Cassian is the Mas..." Fatih brought the direction of Ibra's eyes to see an SD child who was pacing in front of them. The mother followed where the child was going. The boy's look was so empty.

"Hm.yes."

"I did not expect, we can treat with Mas. This can be a motivation for us, right?"

"Hm.yes." That's how it continues. Only two three letters came out of Ibra's mouth.

Fatih's pengedik, I think she's starting to know that her husband is strange. Ibra was seen looking back and forth at the patients who were still waiting like her now.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?" Ibra looked over when the wife called her.

"Why, how's baby?" Answer Ibra. Fatih's heart was relieved, because Ibra again spoke warmly.

Somehow the speech given by Fahmi continues to make his heart become worried. He thought back to that man. He felt he was inappropriate for his wife. So that's what made him not consented to earlier.

Ibra is still trying to grow up. He denied what the reason was lack of enthusiasm today.

"It seems that during the journey until now, you have been quiet a lot, you are sick?"

Fatih cupped his hands together at the intersection of Ibra's chin. "It's not warm, do you want to go to the General Doctor first?"

"So before I picked you up, I threw up a few times. I catch wind like---"

"Loh why? How can?"

"Now the bag is still nauseous, Fat..."

"Have we been to Poli General?" Fatih began to rise and hold Ibra's hand. Ibra quickly confronted him. "Later baby, out of here.." Ibra pointed at the door leaf of the Poly Soul.

Practice nodding signs of agreement and understand.

"Awhile..." Fatih opened her bag. Then look for things he wants to achieve. "Here we meet!" His hand held a bottle of eucalyptus oil. Poured the oil over his palm.

Ibra complied and opened it. Fatih's palm began to palpate inside to apply it. Fatih's hand moved to smear into the nape of the neck and scowl him. Ibra also burped.

"It's a cold.."

Fatih continued to massage the neck of Ibra. "Let's take it off, let the wind come out!" Ibra back burps. He kept putting his head down a little bit.

"Dear, yes, yes..." Ibra smiled at haru. He again raised his face and leaned himself who just felt weak on the back of the chair.

Fatih tried to button her husband's shirt back. Although many eyes see, it is not uncomfortable or embarrassed. Ibra remains number one.

Such love and attention Fatih to him. Seeing this Fatih made Ibra's heart feel strong again. All the shadows about Fahmi's words just disappeared. Ibra is back to confidence.

"Mr Ibra..."

The nurse from inside the poly called her name to come inside.

"Let's go.."

Fatih held her husband's hand to rise up to the cry of the nurse still standing on the doorstep.

Then

Blasses.

Their steps just stopped, when he knew who the patient had been in the poly before them. Come out the man who had been stirring up Ibra's mind.

What a very unintentional coincidence.

"Mahimi?" Fatih's great-grandson is slow. The three of them were flabbergasted at each other.

Has Fahmi started to treat himself?

Fatih muttered in heart. She was so happy to see her ex-husband. Even though the man had already applied wounds, suffering, lies and all the abuse to him. Fatih still not until the heart with the increasingly shabby state of Fahmi not passionate at this time.

But it looks like Fahmi hasn't healed yet. He still insulted Ibra.

"It turns out you're just like me, not sane! Then how different am I from him, Fat?" Fahmi began to turn his eyes and turned his head towards Fatih. "Why do you still choose him? I'm obviously more than him." Fahmi was proud.

"You are sick! Mas Ibra is normal, he's here just to take me for treatment!"

"...Don't lie! I heard when the Nurse was calling this man's name!" His eyes glanced back.

Ibra still looks stay cool if this is not in the Hospital, maybe he will beat this man. Fatih's ex-husband who was always rude.

"You!" Fatih could not bear to raise his palm but quickly the hand was blocked by Ibra.

"Don't baby.." Gentle Ibra speech. Ibra grabbed Fatih's body to embrace.

"Come sir please come in, the Doctor is waiting inside-" said the Nurse to mediate them.

"seen right? How kind my husband is! He wouldn't even want me to dirty my own hands!" The last sentence that Fatih said while he was stepping into the poly.

Fatih continues to defend Ibra. At first she was sympathetic but seeing the man's temper continued to insult her husband. It becomes emotional.

"I swear! Will reply you!"

Fahmi looks furious. It also passed from there. Bringing a million grudges, anger and hatred.

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