Twice Married

A Gift

Hii good afternoon

Sorry for keeping you waiting

Greetings from Fatih and Ibra

Happy reading yes

❤️❤️❤️

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Saturday morning was bright and soul-warming. It is a holiday for Ibra and Fatih. Do not feel the content of Fatih has entered the age of five months. His stomach is beginning to show. The current pregnancy is a lucky one for her, as it can contain without pressure. Fatih and Ibra's mental health improved. They remain in control of the doctor and the dose of the drug has begun to be lowered. Their confidence goes back up.

Tuk.

Fatih put a tray of sweet tea water and some fried food that he made himself on the front desk of the yard.

"Yes..." Call Fatih. Making Ibra who was busy watering the plants also turned her head.

"Dear, keep it there." Answer Ibra. He gets busy with some of his favorite plants.

Every week if there is no traveling event, Ibra will be busy in the yard, to grow crops. Cut off the dry leaves. The man loved the environment.

Fatih went back inside the house to pick up her loom box. He weaved switter for baby girls who agreed they gave the name as Fara. Luckily Ibra was able to feel having a daughter, considering that she had only two sons from Jihan before.

Seeing his wife sitting and weaving, Ibra ended his activities in the yard. Wash his hands and step back towards his wife. But before that step came, he turned his head first when there was a voice calling from the gate.

"I was the one who was there." Ibra said to Fatih who would rise to stand up to approach the person who continued to say greetings from outside the gate.

"Assalammualaikum, sir. I'm sorry is this Fatih's mother's house?"

"Waalaikumsallam, yes. What's up, huh?"

"This is a package for Fatih's mother, sir." The sending officer of the package offered a tightly sealed godie bag.

"Sign here, sir."

Ibra also followed the orders of the delivery officer.

"Okay sir, thank you."

Ibra nodded and let the man go by. Both of his eyes were also blinking. "Duh forgot whose sender's name was." Ibra kept flipping through the godie bag to find out who the sender was.

"There's no sender's name, it's weird." Ibra's knuckles are wrinkled.

He still holds a godie bag for his wife who out of nowhere and who. He breathed before finally stepping back.

"Who was that?" Ask Fatih impatiently. "Then that?" Her eyes continued to stare at the godie bag that was being grasped by her husband.

"The postman said, this is a gift for you, he said. Did you order anything online?" Ibra asked while handing over the godie bag.

Fatih shook her head quickly.

"Where have I ever bought anything online, from whom?" He was getting curious to quickly open the gift.

"Well, Mom.." Fatih pulled out a pink and yellow shirt.

"Pregnant clothes, my favorite color is all." Pleased speech. Unlike the thing with Ibra, the man was seen nosediving his eyebrows, he was still guessing who the sender of this shirt was.

"Mas has his sending paper.." Fatih took the paper that was placed under the shirt.

Healthy always yes Fatih and prospective baby. Fahmis.

"Fahmi, Mommy. Who sent him.." Said Fatih.

Ibra nodded and just let it go. He sat down next to Fatih and drank his tea.

"Mass?"

"Hemm, yes.." Ibra replied while putting the fritters into her mouth.

Fatih looked at her husband's face deeply. "Are you angry, Mom?"

Ibra laughed a little. "Kok angry, angry for what?

"For this!" Fatih patted the shirt he was holding.

Ibra just smiled. "You don't like that shirt?"

"Like it, pretty good."

"Oh yeah, I like it too!"

"Hmm??" Now Fatih is acting objectionable. "Cock you're not jealous, Mom? This is Fahmi you sent, my ex-husband, is it okay, Mas??" Ask her again to make sure of her husband's feelings.

"When asked to be jealous, I am jealous. But the gift is a sustenance that cannot be denied. Hopefully, he's good intentions, there's no element."

So wise was Ibrahim. Although he was once denigrated and threatened by Fahmi. He still appreciates the man very well.

"To take care of your feelings, this shirt I will give to other pregnant women. I can't possibly wear a gifting shirt from another man-" Fatih muttered. "Af the end of the day will understand what I mean!"

"Try to hold my stomach, look at Fara again..."

Ibra lowered his head to get close to his wife's stomach.

"Fat, I can hear it from the inside." He turned his face towards his wife again. Fatih smiled and stroked Ibra's back.

"Assalammualaikum Fara, this is Dad, son..."

"Waallaikumsallam, Dad.." Fatih answered and represented the child.

"It's good to keep Fara, Daddy and Mommy can't wait to see you, son." Ibra said as she stroked and kissed Fatih's stomach.

"Yes Dad, Fara also misses wanting to see Daddy and Mommy!" Fatih answered again. Making Ibra laugh and gulp himself back, he kissed his wife's cheeks and lips.

"Thank you, Mother, take care of Fara for Dad."

So happy is the atmosphere of Ibra and Fatih household. Free from violence, noise and noise. All there is is is tenderness, warmth and a sense of security. Fatih and Ibra continue to learn to understand, to be honest, to be open in all circumstances. Of course, the household problems they have experienced first, are enough to provide valuable lessons.

But it seems like the happiness of Ibra and Fatih this time greatly infuriated two people who were staring at them from afar.

"Shit !" One of them was upset. I don't know what they're going to do with Fatih and Ibra.

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