Twice Married

Ibra's Restlessness

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Ibra was still lying on her back in bed. Stare at the surviving light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the room. Sometimes he turned towards Fatih who had fallen asleep on his back.

His curiosity about Fahmi's arrival continues to brew great. But he felt Fatih would be angry and reminded of the deal last night.

"Why do I want to know so much about your life ?"

Ibra also began to tilt his body to stare clearly at the back of Fatih's possession. Thin pajamas, still looks no bra-binding cloth there.

He was still looking at this woman whom he did not know at all. Then get married and sleep in bed. Not doing any activity, except just keeping quiet. They did not hate each other, yet they still could not accept each other's presence.

Shortly afterwards, Fatih turned his body back right in front of Ibra who was still staring at Fatih with his hands folded under his cheeks. Fatih only muttered indistinctly, he kept his eyes closed and went back to sleep.

"Beautiful you.."

Ibra freely looked at Fatih's face deeply. A plain face that is already free from a series of adorning make up.

"His face is smooth, clean and white.."

"His eyelashes are so flat.."

"The nose is small, not too sharp.."

"The lips are thin..."

Ibra continued to absorb the sensory form contained in Fatih's face. He was praising me from that moment.

Ibra is a normal man, especially his age is not young anymore. He had sailed the household ark for years with Jihan. Of course he knew what feelings were now emerging in his soul.

Instantly his body stiffened. More precisely the core in Ibra's body just went up and woke up. Especially accidentally, Ibra saw Fatih's cleavage that was puffed slightly from in her pajamas and the tip of her chest that seemed to faintly embrace her view.

Ibra blinked both eyes. To stop thinking that way. He won't touch Fatih.

"But why can't I touch you? Aren't you my wife?"

The hot sulutan roared in his mind. What he thinks is true.

"But no! We don't love each other, our relationship is just like an escape!"

"Me and you want to forget about the problems we both had in the past. If we're healed, then we can split up to find each other's happiness."

Then.

"You haven't slept yet, Mommy?"

Fatih's voice that suddenly appeared suddenly woke Ibra who was looking at him in a daydream.

Ibra was wrong.

Without answering he immediately laid his body back on its back. Put both hands on the chest. And closed his eyes with force.

Suddenly, both eyes opened. When Fatih's right hand just swung over his stomach.

"Why?" ask her.

"Pijitin, Mommy. My hands are cramped. I typed a lot all day!"

Ibra complied with the wife's request. Waitaminute! How to be called a wife. If Ibra had not known Fatih at all. The woman he met on the day of their marriage.

Even if their mothers say. Ibra and Fatih have known each other in the past. Children who have forgotten in their memory.

Fatih opened both of her eyes again.

"Cock stop Mas?"

Ibra again looked at Fatih's face again and he was entangled in daydreams.

"Mass?"

"Why are you, Mas? Can't sleep, can you?Are you hungry? What do I want to make?"

Ibra just shook her head and continued to massage his wife's hands.

"You should not hesitate to ask me in any case, I am your wife, now" Fatih said with a gentle smile, continuing to enjoy the sensation of Ibra's massage on her wrist.

"really?" Ibra chimed in the speech with a sparkling reaction.

"Yes, right. Now what do you want?I'll make it for you!"

"I want spaghetti, can you-"

"Can! Wait a minute, I'll make it for you." Fatih cut off Ibra's words quickly, got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen.

Ibra also chose to follow the steps of his wife there. He chose to sit at the dinner table to see Fatih while cooking spaghetti for her.

"Can you cook too?" chirp Ibra surprised Fatih who was still passing in front of the stove to prepare spices.

"Loh Mas, why are you here? Just wait for me in the room, are you starting to miss ya if left with me, hahahaha." Fatih seduces Ibra.

A miss? Maybe, in a minute.

"It can be you. I just want to make sure that you are not wrong in putting the spices later."

"Ahh..what spice?This is instant spaghetti, just cook and then sprinkle the seasoning so on--"

Ibra's forehead was again wrinkled.

"Well yeah, why is there instant spaghetti at home, the feeling I don't buy it."

"I bought it. Intentionally I stock, afraid you want. In the refrigerator I also have some snacks and fresh drinks. Before I go home I do a little shopping at the supermarket."

"How much is the total cost, let me change."

"No, my mom! We can change it later,"

Ibra just nodded and continued to notice Fatih who was again busy cooking spaghetti for her.

Without waiting for long, the instant spaghetti was presented quickly in front of Ibra at this time.

"Only me? You're not eating?" Ibra saw there was only one plate on the table.

"Eat me, I'm full."

"Do I want a bribe?"

"No, you are!"

Ibra starts enjoying her spaghetti bribe after bribe. Fatih patiently kept her company at the dinner table.

"Aren't you hungry, why when after work you say you're full?"

"You don't want to eat dinner either, do you? I'm lazy to eat alone."

"I'm full because I ate too much this afternoon."

"Lunch..with Fahmi?"

The jag.

Fatih's heart rumbled. Why did Ibra suddenly ask something like this. Both of his lips were clenched for a moment.

"In spite of the distance, you're married now. What would people say, if you saw you and him together in the workspace!"

Fatih continued to listen to the words coming out of Ibra's mouth. Looks like the man uttered with a little pressure though not with a high tone. Ibra continued to babble incessantly.

"There's something strange, with Mas Ibra !"

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