Twice Married

Ibra's Oddity

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Fatih finally ended her miss meeting with Karin. The two women agreed to meet again next time. Fatih also stepped in search of her husband who chose a place ala Lesehan in the inner corner. Because inside is an area without cigarette smoke. With a happy smile full of love he approached Ibra.

"Mass?"

Ibra raised her face and stopped playing her ring fingers on the phone screen. "Come here, baby, sit down!" Ibra patted the part on the side next to her. Fatih also shuffled to sit there.

"Have you ordered, Mom?"

"Don't love, I'll wait for you." Ibra smile. "I'm sorry, I made you hungrier..."

"It's okay, there's a friend of yours. Come on now, choose what to eat?" Ibra told Fatih to open the food menu list.

Even he was willing to wait for me to talk to Karin first, even when her stomach was hungry. Try if Fahmi, he must have kicked Karin out since.

"You why? How daydreaming?"

Fatih. "No, Mas. Oh, what did you want to eat?"

"I'm a meat soto, Fat. I don't know why else would."

"I'm a grilled fish, Mas. I don't like meat very much!"

Ibra nodded and waved to the waiter. He also gave a list of the menu they wanted to order. Fatih grabbed her phone and took a selfie with Ibra. Ibra was initially awkward and did not like to take pictures like that especially in crowded places. But because his wife is pregnant and the age of Fatih is young, of course something like this has been considered possible by his wife. I don't want Ibra to obey.

"Messile, this is a selfie. Don't want a photo ID, let's repeat again..." Fatih instructed Ibra to smile at the camera. Actually Ibra was embarrassed, because he had been noticed by many people. "Yes, later at home. You've taken a lot of poses." Ibra said carefully afraid if it makes Fatih's heart offended.

"Iih Mas, let's go yuk---" Fatih remained in his desire. He still forced Ibra to pose until their food was served all at the table.

Ibra could only smile bitterly at his wife's behavior.

"Bring the baby like, yeah." Ibra muttered in his heart.

Then with lightning speed struck, nausea returned when the smell of meat soto was pungent piercing his nose.

Howe howe

Ibra wriggled with nausea, he wanted to vomit instantly but he could still bear it.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?"

"His son of a bitch, Fat! I can't stand the smell of her--"

Fatih brought her nose closer to smell the scent of soto. "The smell is so good, why are you throwing up, Mom?" Ask Fatih astonished.

"I don't like it anymore, Fat. You're the one who ate the soda, huh.."

At once Ibra's words made his wife frown. "So weird you are, Mom. At first you want to eat this meat soto. How is it that you've changed your mind now?"

"You're rich cravings, are you, Mom? The one who's obviously pregnant is me, not you."

"Ah time anyway baby? But really, I'm sick of the same smell."

"Hmmm..." Ibra glanced at the fish grilled Fatih's order. "But like your tilapia grilled fish, appetizing, baby..."

Fatih widened both of his eyes. "NO! You are weird, my. Are you allergic to fish-you forgot??"

"I-yeah baby, the tapi..." Ibra's esophageal skin looks up and down, his eyes are not receding from the view of the food menu. He tried to renegotiate with his wife.

"Well, what happens, baby, if you eat a little?" Ibra grimaced a mischievous smile towards his wife.

"But you'll be hives, Mom!"

"No, I'm sure." Ibra pokes his wife's chin. Of course a spoiled look like this makes Fatih not bear if you have to let Ibra continue to whine.

Finally, they eat foods that are not in accordance with their taste. Fatih was forced to eat the meat soto, because it seems like Ibra forgot his request that only wanted to taste the fish a little, in fact all was spent by him without waste. He even wanted to reorder it, but Fatih forbade it.

"Udah Mas don't, just one! You said you just wanted to taste, right? You'll have allergies later..." Fatih whimpering.

It was not a very good lunch for Fatih. He had to eat food that he never liked. He could have changed the food, but he felt bad and afraid to say he could not appreciate the people who had cooked it.

"Any Mas Ibra, really crave again?" Fatih Gumam. "When until now, I have not signed this, huft.." Fatih continued to look at the face of her husband who was still excited to spend the rest of his food on the plate.

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Tonight, 19:00 wib.

Fatih and Ibra have arrived at Mama and her Papa's house. Follow the wishes of the mother to stay until the weekend is over. Papa Faris looks to hold the child alone puppet. She was so happy to hear that Fatih was pregnant again.

"That's it, Bra. If the same father has met the child. We're just a mosquito-drug" Sindir Mama Tari, turned to Ibra who was sitting next to her on the round sofa.

"Don't envy dong, Mah. Mama's been hugged by Papa every day." Said Fatih spoiled he remained in the deck of the Papa.

"Yes Mah, Papa misses Fatih." Papa Faris was ceaselessly kissing the tip of his son's hair.

Ibra just smiled at the familiarity of his wife and father-in-law. Although far from it, Ibra always thinks, whether it is Papa Faris who is as good and wise as possible can have an affair with Niken, the biological nephew who so he pampered.

Sometimes his heart as an uncle always remembered how the heart and feelings of Niken now. But still now, Fatih is the main one for him.

However, not how much later. The feeling of wanting to vomit again came upon Ibra. He got up from his seat and ran to the toilet. Ibra's behavior makes all stunned, Fatih quickly moved to follow her husband to the toilet.

Scrubbing the nape of Ibra's neck so that her husband can vomit fluid that continues to tickle her stomach.

"What's so weird, Mas, no vomit? Just a clear liquid?" Ask Fatih.

Howe howe

Ibra regurgitated the liquid until his body felt weak and his breath was wheezing. His head felt dizzy and his body was just limp and weak.

"We're going to the doctor, are we?"

Ibra shook her head while cupping water to clean up the vomit remnants from her mouth. Fatih also took a tissue to wipe the sweat on her husband's face. I took Ibra's hand to get out of the toilet.

"You sick, Bra?" I don't know why Mama and Papa's questions can go together like that.

"No idea Mah, Pah. From noon it was weird. All of a sudden I want to be sick and keep vomiting."

"Just call Dias, tell him to come over here to check on Ibra..."

"Yes Mah, I can."

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