Twice Married

You Are Beautiful Once Tonight.

Dear, I'm back

Happy reading yes

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The night has come. Fatih was still in the kitchen to wash the dishes for their dinner. Rearrange kitchen utensils to the place again. Since there was a figure of the woman at home suddenly the situation of Ibra's house back to being alive, neat and clean. Because Fatih's pregnancy was the first for Ibra, he continued to pay attention and pamper his wife.

But tonight seems different. There was only silence from Ibra for Fatih and from Fatih for Ibra. Both are experiencing jealousy in their own behavior. But Ibra is an adult man who can maintain the attitude to not make his jealousy into a mess with Fatih.

And the difference with Fatih, this woman looks restless, groaning and continues to inhabit her husband. He wanted Ibra to ask him why and what is with his attitude now. But again Ibra is insensitive, if Fatih is moaning groping himself.

Tuk.

Fatih put a glass of water on the Ibra desk. The man was still awake staring at the laptop screen with both hands folded across his chest.

"Make it baby..." He said as he stroked the hand of his wife who did not answer and went back to crawl on the bed. Ibra is really insensitive, if his wife is currently sulking.

Fatih pulled out a blanket to cover her body from the cold air of the ac room. He slept on his back to Ibra. Even so he still can not sleep, his heart wedge increasingly fruitful it seems he needs an immediate explanation from Ibra about who DESI is.

Though the one in Ibra's mind should be Fatih explained about the figure of Fahmi that he saw last afternoon with him, but because he knew his wife loved him very much. He also believes that Fatih will never be close to Fahmi again.

Occasionally Fatih turned his head and saw Ibra was still focused there. "It's so bad Mas Ibra, he can relax like that, while I'm rich in worms hot like gini!"

Fatih muttered bitterly. He looks dirty under the blanket. Sometimes tilted to the right and then tilted to the left. Swiping the phone screen opens the social media application and then shortly closes it.

She turned her head back and saw her husband was still in the same state, Ibra was still focused on staring at the screen of her laptop.

"Delight! I swear by anything, I know you're not the same, Mas!!"

Fatih clucked violently, he could only curry in his heart while stomping his fist on the pillow.

Shortly thereafter Ibra who had evaporated several times decided to turn off the laptop and get up from there to step up to the mattress. Accompanying his wife who is actually sulking.

While yawning again, he went into a blanket that was also used by his wife. Their positions now turn to each other. Ibra was hugging her beloved roll.

Fatih looked back, she could only stare at the recess of her husband's clean neck. He wanted to hug the man but his prestige was very high, considering that he was currently upset with his husband.

Tak.

Fatih's one left leg just stretched across Ibra's thigh. Fatih did it hard. Ibra also slightly scrunched her body because of shock and also because of a little linu. Not angry but Ibra even stroked his wife's legs.

Fatih was again upset, this time she danced her legs to be stretched again over Ibra's belly. Still Ibra was not angry, he still stroked Fatih's legs even though his eyes were closed.

Unrestrained, Fatih pulled his leg, got up and sat down cross-legged behind Ibra's body.

"Massaos!!! Wakeup!!" Fatih who couldn't bear to keep holding back that jealousy, finally exclaimed. Ibra opened her eyes quickly and got up to sit like her now.

"Why you, baby?" Ask her with both eyes that look still narrowed due to drowsiness.

"Clearly who's DESI?"

Whahuh? Waitaminute! Could it be that Fatih called another name that is more challenging and brings the hot element in it? Why did he have to call Desi? Desi was only a subordinate of Ibra, Damar and Aldi. Desi that they always bully and become a material of plumbing.

"Desi? Who's Desi?" Ibra asked back. Like his he did not understand if what his wife meant was Desi his friend in the office.

"What are you senile about? Obviously you said his name this afternoon! Eat the cake, keep chatting-an with him, still what Desi????"

Fatih continued to cluck in annoyance. The pregnant woman's breath was seen going up and down. Holding a very jealous.

Ibra frowned, the eyelids that had been narrowed now have returned sharply staring clearly at the face of his wife.

"Oh the Desi, my subordinate in the office. Why indeed?" Ibra asked still with a plain face. Truly the man continued to irritate Fatih because of his insensitivity.

"What is your relationship with him, Mom? Why would he bring you so many cookies at the office?"

At once the eyes of Ibra rounded and widened. He looked straight at his wife's face.

"Huh? How's it? How's it? A connection? Bring cake?"

"O Allah is Fat, you misunderstand me dear!" Ibra tried to explain.

"Lied...."

Fatih turned her face the other way and snorted in annoyance. She did not want to look at her husband. Of course, thinking is simply created without a mature deepening of the problem.

Ibra, with all her tenderness, grabbed his wife's chin to look back at him. "Are you jealous?"

Fatih just tilted her lips at a glance.

"You if you want to be jealous don't go to the Desi. I was ashamed to hear it--" Ibra laughed at once as her shoulders shook.

"Kok laughing, I'm serious!" Decak.

"Desi is a child, Fat. My son is going to go to college soon. He's my subordinate, Damar and Aldi. Prepare various files of our work, participate in the minutes if we are in a meeting. Even like to be our bully."

"She also knows how bad I am with Jihan and the kids. Anyway me, Damar, Aldi and Desi are friends who clop when in the office. If the matter is brought us food, because when the four of them like the same snack. I love the turn, who brings it. Sometimes Ayu is Damar's wife, sometimes Tina is Aldi's wife..."

Then he laughed softly. "If I never bring it, yes they know first how the condition of the household I-" Ibra explained densely and clearly. There is no lie in it.

"Really Mas? Your relationship is with him, just that?"

"Yes right, for the sake of my son who is here." Ibra stroked Fatih's stomach.

Fatih also held Ibra, lay her head on her husband's chest. "Don't lie to me, Mom! How am I, just don't!"

"Yes dong, because of your attitude that likes to snack rich gini, I turned away. Yeah, not." Ibra rubbed Fatih's back.

"Are you jealous?" Ibra repeated the question. Fatih nodded slowly.

"Jealous does that mean dear?" Fatih nodded again.

Ibra laughed and kissed his wife on the lips. Before the kiss became hot, Fatih took it off quickly.

"If you think jealousy is a sign of affection, why don't you get angry when you see Fahmi this afternoon at the office?? Are you used to it, not angry? Not jealous??"

Ibra laughed a little. "You don't know, I feel it until I'm like it's going to break!!"

"Well, jealousy for sure! Just I don't want to make that a core problem in our household, Fat---"

"Because I am a reflection of you, if I can be an honest and good husband. God willing my wife can certainly reflect from my attitude like this, so--- I don't need to be angry. I still believe in you."

"So sweet really, Mas. Love is more like you!" Fatih hugged Ibra.

Then he looked up again.

"But the point is, you're jealous aren't you Fahmi??"

Fatih kept forcing Ibra to admit it. He does not want to feel defeated and ashamed of himself.

"Yes, yeah. I'm jealous, I don't like to see you close to him or another man. Remember, baby, when there is a man who comes and tells the story of his messy household. It was definitely just a tactic to get close and forge a forbidden relationship. You understand what I mean?"

"Yes Dad, mother knows--" Fatih looked at love towards her husband. Ibra can always dampen his wife's emotions and restore her name in Fatih's heart.

"So why don't you ask how Fahmi can be in the office??"

"You want it, but not now, tomorrow. Later dispel the mood of me-" Ibra blinked one eye.

"That's flirtatious, again why are you??"

Ibra laughs.

"Oh, baby, what night is it?"

"...Friday night, Mas." Answer innocently. Then a grin like a starving tiger had come to change Ibra's soothing face.he kept staring at his wife's body full of desire.

"I want to ask you to get the reward tonight--"

Ibra quickly sank his wife's body and stripped Fatih's clothes. At once his wife just laughed and of course a few seconds later groans and delicious moans sounded from them.

"Mas don't be long yeah---"

"15 minutes, promise!" Ibra's answer was convincing.

In fact Ibra lied, without feeling he had spent two hours to enjoy his wife. For Ibra, Fatih is an opiate of romance, a thirst-quencher and keeps it always young.

"You are beautiful tonight, Fat---" He whispered in the wife's ear, while he was still stomping his body in the center of pleasure.

Always be happy for Father Ibra and Mother Fatih. You should always strive to heal together with the ''S 'Gammy's 'Double's 'Given' ''Does.

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