Twice Married

Who's Kasih?

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Tonight this week Ibra and Fatih were mingling with neighbors around the complex. The neighbors held a chicken-burning event, fish and eat together in the middle of the road using a carpet pad.

Usually this kind of event is held once a month by one of their neighbors. Ibra always took the time to join them, enliven the Sunday night event. All the neighbors knew the disaster that had befallen Ibrahim four years ago, they were also happy when they found out Ibra was married again and would have a child.

For tonight's Ibra and Fatih are sponsoring, as thanksgiving for their marriage and Fatih's pregnancy.

"How many months, Mba?" Tanya Bu Rita, her house is only three different houses from Ibra. "It's been five months, Mom." Reply Fatih timidly while pouring soy sauce into the bowl.

"Well, doesn't it feel like Mba, means four more months, huh?" Selak Bu Lina who is also among them.

Fatih nodded and smiled. "Yes, Mom."

"Woman or man, Mba?" Ask Rita again.

"God is a woman, ma'am.."

"Alhamdulillah, complete deh Mas Ibra, once were his sons yes, but unfortunately have not a---"

Lina's mother cut. "God! Ah, ah, don't talk about it. Be sad when you remember Mas Ibra first."

Fatih just sighed, for some reason she objected if everyone kept bringing up her husband's past. He was afraid that Ibra would rethink her old family and the shadow of the trauma would come again.

"Oh yes Mba, can you know where Mas Ibra is?" Ms. Lina changed the direction of their conversation.

"Married by both of our mothers, ma'am.." Answer Fatih as it is. He seemed to be getting lazy among them. Her name is also the mothers of the housing complex, they like to gossip and wonder about personal problems.

"I was also surprised when Mas Ibra married Mba, I thought Mas Ibra would marry Mba Kasih-"

Hearing the name of another woman made Fatih round her eyes. "LOVE?" Ask probing.

"Yes Mba, Mba Kasih used to love to come here between food, cakes and also like to wash Mas Ibra clothes. After Mba Jihan passed away, but somehow it has long been invisible to Mba Kasih."

Fatih's chest felt so thin, he thought only he and Jihan had ever been in his life. But he brushed it off, he felt it was impossible for Ibra to dare to bring women without any marriage ties into the house.

"Brothers from where Mba, people like to stay when Saturday is Sunday. Sometimes also Mba Kasih likes to be invited to meet with us. Mba Kasih said, if Mas Ibra wants to marry her, right?" Bu Rita touched Bu Lina's elbow.

"Yes Mba Fatih, that's right."

Blasses.

Fatih's chest returned linu and shriveled. His face stiffened and flushed. A fist of emotion was lodged in her chest.

"Can't Mas Ibra commit adultery? Especially at home there is only one room and another room is used as a warehouse, automatically they must sleep together, right?" Fatih continued to fumble in his mind. He kept staring at Ibra who was laughing with the group of fathers.

The sudden speech of Mother Rita made Fatih unable to hold back her tears that wanted to go down. Moreover, the woman was extremely sensitive and jealous. Where, he always knew the figure of Ibra to be a wise and honorable man.

Because he kept daydreaming finally the ketchup bowl he was holding just fell down.

Trangs.

Making everyone look at him without exception Ibra who saw Fatih with a strange look. "Is it okay?" Ask the two mothers at the same time.

Fatih simply shook her head with a flat face. "I'm sorry Mom, excuse me." Fatih immediately passed to lift foot from the event that night. Ibra got up and called out to him, but Fatih was reluctant to turn his head. He kept stepping into the house.

"Darling..kamu why?" Ibra cried that his footsteps had succeeded in chasing his wife to the doorstep.

"Fat?" Ibra grabbed the wife's arm, how shocked she was to see Fatih's face was wet with tears.

"You why? How to cry like gini?"

Fatih removed Ibra's hand from his arm, he stepped again towards their bedroom, slammed the door and locked it. Fatih was sobbing at the edge of the bed.

"Darling why?" Ibra asked while stomping on the door handle from the outside. "Don't lock it baby, let's open it!" Ibra continues to. He had absolutely no idea that Fatih would get angry and cry like this.

"What's my fault, Fat?" Ask continuously.

Ibra was increasingly afraid to hear the voice of Fatih did not stop from crying.

"Darling, let's open it first. What kind of story am I having?"

Ibra would not have thought if her neighbors would talk about Love to Fatih. Of course Fatih devoured all of the stories and made them a justification, without giving Ibra a chance to explain exactly that his relationship with Love was just a misunderstanding.

Fatih continued to cry, she shuffled to lay her body in the middle of the mattress while hugging the bolster. He let Ibra keep calling, banging and wiggling the door handle.

Fatih is upset that Ibra is still hiding something about her past. She felt ashamed, because her husband had long been a public consumption in the territory of the neighbors. And why should he hear all that from others.

"What is your relationship with him, Mas. Who's Kasih???"

Fatih continued to cry and occasionally rubbed his stomach when it was felt there was a kick from Fara in his stomach. Looks like the baby candidate knows if the mother is upset.

Ibra did not lose his mind, he looked for ideas to see the state of Fatih from the ventilation gap of their room window. He climbed up the chair and stood up and saw Fatih still crying on the bed.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with you?"

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