Twice Married

You're Only Mine

The dark netra of Ibra's possession again looked at his wife's face who had been waiting for her explanation again.

"Come, yeah. Dozen..."

Ibra nodded slowly. "At the time that Jihan and I were married, Love was not present. He locked himself in a room and tried to kill himself."

"Huh? Up her side?" Fatih shook her head in disbelief.

"Yes, Bun. Kasih was rushed to the Hospital because he had injured his wrist, but eventually survived. It was at that moment that my relationship, Jihan with Love became cut off. Jihan rarely goes back to her parents' house, of course, because she's not happy with Love."

"Help ...." Fatih continued to listen.

"Until where four years of my marriage to Jihan. Love asked me to marry her. She came because she was pregnant, a rape victim."

"Astagfirullahaladzim, Dad. What a fate of Love."

Ibra breathed again. There was a chest as a result of regret that still haunts his mind to this day.

"Jihan was furious that time, he didn't thank you for asking me to marry him either. Indeed at that time he asked me to marry him only until the birth. Let's not be ashamed of people, if pregnant without a husband."

"Regard, Dad. If Mba Jihan is angry, even though we are compassionate with Love. Yeah but it wouldn't be logical if he asked you to take responsibility!"

Ibra nodded and smiled at his jealous wife.

"Are you jealous, do I speak love?"

"Yes yes-Wear it, uh!!"

"Well, if so, stop it. Let's go sleep-" Ibra started preparing to tighten her embrace.

"Et, et! No, dad. You promised me, make it clear to the basics! Come, ah. Dozen!" Fatih thrashed like a baby.

"Yes---yes."

"Well, that's dong."

"Finally Love gave birth without being married by anyone. But ..."

"But, what, Mas?"

Ibra took a deep breath and let out a rough one. Maybe it's time Fatih found out about this.

"My mother-in-law called when Love gave birth. Unbeknownst to Jihan, I came there to see her. But he even became stressed, the child who was born almost killed. Shame to have a child from rape. Then from that... I took his son, and I took care of him, and I made him Irsyad's sister."

"So Iffat, not your son, Dad?"

Ibra. "No, Bun. But I've always thought of him as my own son. For 4 years, I have continued to give fair affection like Irsyad."

"Mba Jihan agrees?"

"I didn't at first, but because I forced. And he also loves the same love and his parents. Inevitably, he must accept the presence of Iffat."

"Then after that, Love how?"

"Yes Allah .." sighed Fatih. "How did he feel when he found out his son died, Dad?"

"Obsolutely normal. It even seems like he is happy. Seeing Jihan, my son and his son died. He was free to get me again. From the beginning, Kasih did not like Iffat was born. So there's no regret for him if Iffat dies."

"Right, Love. What kind of mother is she!" Fatih clucked.

"When I was falling. He came to see me again, into my life, Bun. I used the name Iffat to make me feel guilty for not being able to look after him. Every day he comes home to take care of me. But by Allah, Love never stays at home. I never touched her though. She likes to come when I go to work, to cook, wash my clothes and clean the house."

"Maybe the presumption of the neighbors has far assessed Love. I was wrong because I could not be firm with him, at that time my mind was still not clear. It felt like my world had just come to a standstill, a terrible incident about Jihan and the kids, making me lose my balance in thinking."

"Then how did he get out of your life, Dad?"

"At that time on Sunday, I was watching television and Kasih had just arrived, as usual she would cook for me. I have repeatedly forbidden, but Love is still forcing. And at that very moment Mother, my two brothers and Niken came to the house."

Hearing Niken's name, made Fatih's chest return linu. He was silent for a moment.

"Will it continue with the story?"

Fatih nodded quickly. "Yes, Dad. Let's continue!"

"They were all angry, thinking we had been living and fornication. Niken quarrels with Love. He doesn't like to see me close to the Jihan family anymore. It's only natural that they're angry, my family's upset about Jihan's attitude that used to be arbitrary to me."

"That day also Love was cast out by Niken. All the families refused his presence. Mother told Kasih that she would match me with her friend's son, you."

Ibra stared fixedly at Fatih's eyeball which was turning to look at him. Fatih was too dumbfounded until she was hard to breathe. Of course with this incident, at least he must thank his mother-in-law and also Niken. It was because of their bravery that Love struck down and made Ibra marry her now.

"At least I owe Niken .." muttered Fatih.

"Since the incident, I was asked by the family to stay at Mom and Dad's house. Of course with the problems that occur in my household becomes a lesson. So I only obey when Mom wants to set us up. I think maybe it's time to follow the will of the parents, there must be blessing in every municipality and prayer. And right, right now I'm happy with you, Fat."

Ibra stroked his wife's cheek gently. Making him continue to look at the beautiful face of Fatih, certainly makes his desire rise.

"Do you believe me now?"

I don't know why the relief has not been willing to side with Fatih. The woman's face still looks dull. There is something still in his soul.

"I'm afraid that Love will return to take you, Mommy." Batin Fatih. "I'm scared!" his chest felt a little heavy.

Fatih continued to be pensive and silent, different things with Ibra who was more free to kiss his face and neck. He was afraid that Love had not completely gone from Abraham's life. Given how the persistence of Love so far to have Ibra, certainly not that easy he let go.

"I'll hold on to defend you, Mas. You're only mine, Fara's! No other woman can take you away from us!"

"Bun ..." Ibra's groan when he managed to unbutton his wife's pajamas. Howling his hands to get into his pajamas and touch the crazy shoots he likes so much.

"Dad will, Mother." Ibra's voice was heard while he was still sipping the skin of his wife's neck.

"Yes, baby, come on..."

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