Twice Married

Jealousies

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From night changed in the morning, from morning changed in the afternoon and the afternoon changed to afternoon and then the afternoon crept up into the night. Such is the rotation of the day on this round earth.

Now Fatih content has entered the age of three months. His stomach is already starting to look and bulge small if he is sitting. During pregnancy, Fatih is often angry, thirsty quickly and more limp. He deliberately cut his hair to be short to be free from the sultry taste.

Sometimes he also likes to faint because it is difficult to eat. Of course this situation is the fruit of thinking Ibra, the man was not calm if his wife was working or just staying at home without him on his side.

"Assalammualaikum sir, have you been waiting here for a long time?" Tanya Hana who just went out of the toilet and approached Ibra who was still sitting in front of Fatih's room.

"No Han, I just arrived." Answer's friendly. In Ibra's hand he is seen bringing his wife to lunch. Not only food, but there is also milk, fruit and some cakes. Ibra does not do this every day, he will stop by Fatih's office if there is no meeting or indeed there is business out of the office.

"I told you first sir."

"Don't Han, don't. Let me just wait here."

"All right, sir, then. I say goodbye, want to accompany Mom to a meeting again..."

"Good Han.."

Ibra waited faithfully for his wife. Because he had obtained permission to leave the office, he used his best to visit Fatih.

Of course, the busyness of Fatih every day is very dense. He must attend various meetings, ranging from internal meetings and external meetings. Sometimes make her mood likes to change since pregnancy.

An hour passed. Finally the meeting was completed, seen some important people out of the meeting room not far from Ibra's current position.

He immediately got up from his seat when he saw the figure of his wife had stepped out of the doorway. But Ibra's smile was shattered when he saw a new step behind his wife.

As soon as Ibra's face dimmed, her smile now disappeared. His heart started to burn.

"Mahimi?"

His mouth was in disbelief when he saw the figure talking and laughing a little with his wife. At once Fatih also found the figure of Ibra which was only a few meters away from him.

Ibra immediately lowered her head, she felt her guts shrivel just like that. When Fatih was flanked by various important people. Fahmi just smiled sarcastically looking at Ibra.

"Mas, since when did you arrive?" Fatih asked when her step was right in front of her husband.

It is the man who needs to be thumbs up in the side of patience. It is not easy to sulk and get angry even though his heart is jealous.

Meeting with Fahmi, how can you? How did Fatih not tell me? Why is their attitude so close? What was?

"I'm Fat first, Yuk Bra!" Farewell from Fahmi to both of them.

Ibra just nodded without answering. I don't know why his chest was so tight to see Fatih walking hand in hand with his wife.

Isn't that the guy you hate? Why is it getting warm now?

"Let's go inside, what do you bring, baby?" Tanya Fatih took Ibra's hand to enter her room. Although his heart feels tight, but Ibra still behaves normally. Of course not as usual, he looked a lot silent.

Fatih also understood with Ibra's strange attitude. She knew her husband was jealous. But I don't know why he likes Ibra like this. Fatih always liked it if her husband kept paying attention to her. He will pretend to be silent and not want to explain about Fahmi.

I want to know, how jealous are you the same as me??

"And I told you, Mom, don't bother coming here. I'm like you, baby...." Fatih brought Ibra to sit on the sofa. She stroked her hair and kissed her husband's lips. Ibra was silent but not sulking. He kept holding on patiently.

I know you're jealous

Fatih knew it well, because when they were close together, Ibra's heart kept beating fast. It's been confirmed he's holding tight.

Let's dong ask about Fahmi, I know how your chest is already frowning

Fatih squeaked amusedly in his heart. He continued to wriggle spoiled in the body of Ibra. Kissing, stroking and rubbing. Of course Ibra remained in his stance, he could still smile sarcastically.

"Let's go eat the food first. Last night you wanted a goat, right? Eat while warm-" Ibra begins to firm her body to prepare the meal at the table for her beloved wife.

"Well, sip. Happy eating to my beloved wife...." Ibra raises a smile, even though it feels forced.

How strange is his attitude? How is it still ordinary? No jealousy of her? Why isn't Fahmi here?

"I ate ya baby, you want no Mas, here let me bribe ya.."

"Make you, baby. I'm still full..."

"Who?? Have you eaten, my mother? Who's eating the same? Where's?"

Really Fatih, the intention to make her husband jealous. Even he is entangled in the jealousy he makes himself.

"So there was a brief meeting with the President, then Desi brought a variety of pastry. I'm eating too much, so I'm kind of full, Fat." He answered casually and then looked back at his phone screen.

"Darling, I went back to the office first yes, Desi chat me if you want any more meetings. The food is spent, baby, I'll go back home again."

Ibra got up and kissed Fatih's forehead which looked strangely wrinkled. Without first listening to what the answer from his wife, with a thousand steps Ibra passed from his wife's room.

"DESI?? Who her?? How close is that to you??" Fatih clucked. He continued to guess who Desi was and what his relationship with Ibra was. Obviously Fatih behaved like this, because Ibra never told him about the office.

"Ngapain uses private chat everything!" Fatih's getting upset. Jealousy is pouring down his breath and heart. At that moment he cried out of sadness. Rubbing stomach. Let's say pregnant women like sudden bad mood and cranky.

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