Twice Married

A moment that will not be forgotten

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"After I checked, everything was still within normal limits, Fat. I think your husband has sympathetic pregnancy syndrome." Said Dias to Fatih while putting his stethoscope into his bag.

Ibra is seen lying down with his body covered with blankets and eyes that have been closed because of the effects of nausea drugs that have been given by Dias.

Dias is Fatih's cousin who works as a General Doctor. No matter how busy he will always come if Mama Tari who calls him.

"What is tuh yas? How did I just get kicked? Who's pregnant?" Fatih said showing himself.

"Gue wait in the guest room yes, later I will clear in front of Om the same Aunt--" said Dias when his check bag had been successfully held.

"Okay, I'll follow you!"

After Dias passed, Fatih sat on the edge of the bed.

"Mass?" Fatih tried to wake him up. Ibra remained unmoved.

"That's really good as it is." Look at her husband who is already dead.

"Oh yeah, I'll stay, baby.." Fatih stroked Ibra's cheek and kissed her.

Fatih got up from the bed and stepped into the living room. Seen Dias, Papa and Mama were talking.

"Yas's time? How do you know about this disease?" Ask Papa to Dias. When his niece recounts Ibra's current condition.

Fatih sat down next to Dias. "Yes Yas, what do you mean? I still don't understand!"

"This is my suspicion. I think Ibra is again suffering from sympathetic pregnancy syndrome or with another language called Couvade Syndrome."

"Where male prolactin and cortisol levels tend to rise in the first trimester of a wife's pregnancy. The difference at this time the level of testosterone and estradiol wife decreased. The husband will feel nausea, vomiting like a pregnant wife!"

"Other factors may be caused by stress, depression, or excessive happiness. Yes, it's all a little different. But be calm, it is not a disease. It will also disappear on its own with the passage of time."

Various long lines of explanations were made from his cousin's lips. Fatih and her parents continued to gawk in surprise.

"Funny yes, meaning the husband can also cravings like that, just know Mama."

Fatih continued to think, he agreed to Dias' explanation, because indeed Ibra's attitude looks strange since at the restaurant last lunch.

"But Fat, Ibra again no problem right? No more depression, stress or anything like that, right??"

"...Yes, not Pah! Ibra was also very happy, knowing that she would soon have children. Isn't it baby?" Mama Tari turned to look at Fatih.

Fatih could only give a faint smile to her mother. Ibra is still mentally ill. Fatih was grateful for immediately taking Ibra to the Psychiatrician last afternoon, she wanted to make her husband recover without disability and without the knowledge of others.

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In the middle of the night with vague eyes will be closed. Ibra's hand just stretched across Fatih's chest. Make those eyes wide open. Fatih did not sleep. She looked up and found her husband awake.

"Kok getting up, Mas?" Ask Fatih.

"What time did I sleep, Fat?" Ibra turned around asking, she dragged her eyes together to look at the clock on the wall. "Two o'clock in the morning..." His mouth.

"You slept from after, Mas. After Dias checked you--"

"Oh, am I sick? He said why me, baby?" Ibra approached and hugged his wife from the side. Closer his face to the neck of his wife.

"You're okay, you're just having sympathetic pregnancy syndrome."

Surely Ibra agreed with the reaction of his father-in-law. They feel strange if the husband can experience what pregnant women feel.

With heavy eyes, Fatih explained what Dias had told him about the syndrome to Ibra.

"Seriously Fat? How can ya? The feeling was that when Jihan was pregnant, I was never rich like this?"

"Yes there may be an effect with your depression, Mas. You may have feelings of fear and worry about my pregnancy, right? Why me!" Say Fatih while yawning.

Ibra was silent, he continued to rub Fatih's flat stomach. In his heart he slightly justified Fatih's words.

"Why silence? Let's tell a story that still holds your heart, Mas. Did Doctor Fera say, we have to share-You want to heal, right??"

Ibra nodded and puffed one of her hands to hug Fatih. "Yes, baby, you're right.."

"I no longer care the same age I want a head of four. I'm afraid of the old man, Fat. I'm afraid you're turning away!" Ibra hugged tightly and closed her eyes.

The sleepy Fatih suddenly became fresh in shape. She laughed with her husband's honesty. "Love doesn't age, Mom! I love you sincerely..."

"TULUS..the singer?" Ibra decis tickled.

"Adeuhhh, tired deh-" Fatih rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I believe." Ibra pecked Fatih's neck.

"That's dong. Anyway, if you feel something, mending talked rather than just stuck in the heart!"

"Yes baby..." Ibra again kissed his wife's neck, but this time more mischievous. There was a small bite from him. Ibra's hand went down to get into her pajamas. Exploring to attack the twin hills. Just contact to make Fatih moan.

Ibra also shuffled to change his position to be above the curves of the wife's body. "We're repeating last night, baby, but here, not in the bath up. Later on in the wind---"

Fatih and Ibra laughed. But before they started, somehow their stomachs felt toyed with the sudden vomiting that hit their bodies. Fatih pushed her husband's body and Ibra went down to get up to the toilet. Fatih and Ibra simultaneously pulled out their vomit in the sink.

What an unforgettable moment for Ibra and Fatih. Where times like this will make them stronger to share and understand each other. They can understand each other's position and feelings.

Of course Fatih's pregnancy now, is the most beautiful time for Ibra that will not be forgotten. Ibra can feel what Fatih feels during pregnancy in the first trimester.

Torture every morning or night that makes the body immediately weak and helpless because of nausea and vomiting that continues to go hand in hand.

After they finished removing the clear liquid from each stomach they rushed back to crawl on the mattress to continue sleeping. Because Ibra and Fatih have lost their appetite for sex tonight. Their bodies feel weak and weak.

"Darling..."

"Yes Mas?" Fatih replied as she pulled the blanket over to cover their bodies.

"I want something..." Fatih looked at her husband's eyeballs deeply.

"You what, Mas?"

"Again, eat chicken."

"Yes tomorrow morning ya--" Fatih rubbed her husband's arm. "Let's sleep yuk, it's morning Mas. I'm sleepy."

"You want it now, Fat!" For whatever sake Ibra back cravings. He becomes spoiled and feels sad if his wishes are not obeyed.

"But it's early morning, baby..." Gentle Fatih. "Where's the porridge at this hour?"

"It's a shame to be sought..." Ibra is forcing. "Well, let's go out, shall we?"

"Yes, come on! But eaten huh? I don't want you to suddenly change your mind again like you were at the diner this afternoon!"

"Yes dear promise, uh but a minute, Fat. I want Papa's with Mama to go along and eat our porridge tonight."

"HUH????"

I don't know what Mama and Papa Fatih would say if they woke up early in the morning just to accompany them to eat chicken porridge to meet the cravings of his son-in-law.

Hahahaha, it is inconceivable

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