Twice Married

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The day is getting late, the moon is more visible in the middle of the night. The barbeque is over. Ibra would not have expected if the event was the beginning of her quarrel with Fatih.

Many of the Mothers were talking about Fatih's attitude, why suddenly it was immediately different and left the event just like that without words. How not? Fatih's kuping feels awkward, as they purposely recount Ibra's past with a woman he never knew. Especially when Fatih is pregnant with a mood that often changes, is it natural if she sulks?

Until 01:00 p.m., Ibra was unable to persuade his wife to leave the room. The sound of Fatih's cry seemed to have been replaced with a smooth snoring. Ibra was still going down to the chair to watch over his wife who was already slumbering from the ventilation room. Occasionally calling Fatih, but the woman had already flown into dreamland.

"Oh yeah why I forgot." a late fresh idea, it seemed to pop into Ibra's head. He walked into the kitchen to pick up some household items that he had placed there.

"It can be." Ibra laughed as she got the screwdriver from there. Without thinking long, he stepped out of the house to open the window of the room from the outside directly opposite the garden yard. Trying to open the window link from the outside in order to get into the room to hug his wife again.

But it seems like this plan just failed, he was stunned when he heard a scream from outside the fence.

"Eh, who are you? Moving huh?" shouted one of the passing fathers.

Ibra was shocked. He looked and felt. The one who shouted at him did not clearly see that it was Ibra. Because the figure of his body was partially covered with trees and lights around the park was dead.

"Sir, sir please come here! There's a burglar at Mas Ibra's!" the person who shouted that called for many people to come closer to him. There was a loud noise from the streets.

Plag.

Some people throw and throw stones. As for the back of Ibrahim.

"Oh, O Allah .." sighed Ibra, when enduring the pain.

"Woy, thief! Go lo!" the cheers from them still sounded clear.

"Mas Ibra wake up, Mas! There's a burrow at home, Mas!" connect one of them while waking up a house person they think is still asleep.

Ibra continued to hold his head, he was even more shocked when he felt the fresh drops of blood flowing in his palm. He felt a little dizzy.

"Woy, thief! Go lo, if not! We're burning a lot!!"

"AGREE!!"

More and more fathers are coming, there is also a new hansip pack that appears carrying a baton. Some of them tried to go up to the fence and Ibra was still as strong as possible to hold the dizzy in his head. He wanted to scream, but he had no power. The stone throw that he felt was so intense it tormented his head.

Fatih who was asleep also immediately blinked quickly. He was shocked when he heard the sound of people in front of his house.

"Yes Allah...Any maling?" Fatih was startled as she continued to hear that cry from all of them.

"Mass?" Fatih started looking for her husband's whereabouts in this room.

"Astagfireullah! I forgot to lock the door! Don't you think, Mas Ibra is noisier with the vane outside? Astagfirullah!!" Fatih immediately got up from the bed and stepped quickly to get out of the room.

He also looked at the main door.

"Tok the door open, huh?" Fatih while gently rubbing her stomach continued to force a step to get out of the house. He wants to know what's going on.

Then

Taps.

"Huh? Oh my God, my mom!" fatih exclaimed when she found her husband had fallen on the floor and some residents had surrounded him.

"Sorry, Mba. We thought there was a thief who was prying the room of Mba Fatih and Mas Ibra, after we checked the thief Mas Ibra himself!" say one of them.

"Can I go home by myself?" keep up with them.

"Maybe you all misunderstood sir. I forgot the door lock and ended up falling asleep. Maybe my husband broke the window so he could get into the room."

"Oooooohhhh, Mba!" answer them simultaneously.

"But why did you pass out like this?"

"Sorry Mba, we accidentally threw a stone at Mas Ibra. Got his head, Mba."

"Oh my God, please help, take my husband to the clinic!"

They all nodded and took Ibra to a nearby clinic to check on her condition. Ibra's mission this time was really messy, instead of hugging the wife even went into the clinic thanks to the head injuries she suffered now and was suspected of being driven home by the neighbors.

It is true that the neighbor's mouth is more sadistic than a machete!

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Early in the morning, the pregnant woman was still glued to the sofa. They had just returned home from the clinic of course with a bandage that had settled behind Ibra's head.

"You think it's funny, it's all window-drapped, Mas?" Fatih was upset. He was still staring at the wall of the living room.

"Hebohin citizens? Suspected of a nutmeg, huh??" fatih's volume is getting higher.

"In addition to all the injuries, I'm worried to see you hurt like that!"

Fatih just kept talking. He was still angry about the matter of Love, but he was also worried about Ibra.

Ibrahim stretched out his hands to lock Fatih's body. His head rests on his wife's shoulder.

"The injury in my head is not how much pain, than you are cuddled me without cause like this, dear." his great-granddaughter spoiled. Makes Fatih's heart want to melt and kiss this guy.

"Why are you suddenly crying? I was wrong?" ibra asked still in a soft voice without any intense curiosity. Ibra raised her face to kiss Fatih's cheek, but Fatih moved to get away from her.

"Despite my chest tightness, I was hugged by a kayak gini!" Fatih gave an excuse.

Ibra shook her head and kept locking onto Fatih's body. He hugged his wife tightly.

"I won't let go until you tell me, baby..."

Fatih rolled her eyes. Such is love, as strong as resisting if the heart says accept it, then what can lips do?

Fatih answered as well.

"You're not being honest, Mom. Same me!" fatih said and then let out his tears again. Ibra widened both of her eyes. He looked up quickly.

"What do you mean, Mother? What's wrong dad?" Ibra, the patient man, still asked in soft language even though his wife had been clucking emotions. Ibra wiped Fatih's tears.

"Kok Mommy cry?"

"Who's Love? Who's the lady? What was your relationship with him in the past? Why would she be able to stay in this house before you married me??"

Hearing the series of questions made Ibra's two eyes round. He was surprised to not believe.

"Ka-sih?" his sighs stammered.

"Who is he, Mommy?"

"Calm down, Bun! I can explain it to you."

"So right what the neighbors said, if the woman had lived here?"

Just now Ibra was willing to dodge and issue an excuse, Fatih returned to ambush.

"So right, Mas? That woman was here?"

"Yes, but---"

"So right, Mas??" fatih's volume began to rise. The eyes of pregnant women are like a fire that is burning.

"You committed adultery with him, Mom?"

"Huh?" ibra's two eyeballs are great. He was stunned by the words of Fatih who originally spoke accusing him without evidence. Ibra shook his head quickly, he still held his wife even though their faces looked at each other.

"Who is he? Your lover? The woman satisfied your desire after your wife died?"

"Then you just throw it away? And you finally left him? Is it because he cannot satisfy you? Or maybe you're still in touch with him behind me? Answer, Mas!"

Ibra's forehead is wrinkled and there are several irregular wave folds. Both of his eyebrows swooped sharply. He took off the hook, making Fatih surprised by the change in attitude Ibra who began to dislike.

"I have been patient with you until I suffered a disaster like this. Just because of a misunderstanding, making you accuse me of a no-no! It's so easy to conclude all this alone. Is that so dirty in your eyes, Fat?"

Both eyes Fatih bought, he was shocked and still could not believe if Ibrahim Attar, could be this angry with him. Who is not angry? If accused of being so disgusting? If Fatih was not pregnant, maybe she would be a little calm and thought wise, because during pregnancy, love and jealousy to her husband so increased many times.

Fatih really flinched tonight.

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