Twice Married

I want you to look different

Morning has arrived. The sun shines its light again even though it is not yet hot. Fatih and Ibra return to their respective routines, going to work to earn a living for their families. Since the explanation about Kasih a few days ago, makes Fatih anxious and worried.

His mind was not calm because Love would still be wandering around them. Whereas in the past four months, Fahmi has not disturbed them anymore, then why should there be a figure of Love that is still mysterious? Or maybe Fahmi took a short break not yet run the action back. To be honest, the man still longs for Fatih to return to be his wife.

"This morning Mommy has a meeting with the shareholders in PT. Grace, maybe Fahmi will also be there" said Fatih while pairing a tie around her husband's neck.

"Yes, Bun. It's nothing, the important thing is that you can take care of the attitude." replied Ibra.

"Honey, it must be dong. Oh yeah, from Dad's office, who's gonna represent? I wish Dad would come."

Fatih, Fahmi and Ibra companies are both the highest shareholders in PT. A gift.

Ibra laughs. "It's impossible, Bun. This important event, right, is only intended for the line of Directors."

"Eat, Dad. Quit Suam, can you work for my company?" she answered, releasing her hand from Ibra's tie and then climbing up to hug her husband's neck.

"Dad deserves to replace me as Director there. Especially soon I'll be on maternity leave."

Ibra kept looking at his wife's face. Then he nodded slowly as a sign of agreeing with what Fatih had just said.

"Later I'll think about it, Bun."

"That's dong..." Fatih smiled happily and landed a brief kiss on Ibra's lips.

Drrt drrt.

Ibra's phone shook at the table, causing Fatih to release her embrace on Ibra's neck.

"Mother wait for Dad at the dinner table ya." he said as he turned the steps to leave the room.

"Yes, Bun." replied Ibra as she stared at the screen of her phone.

"The room? What's the matter early in the morning like a phone call?" he said before he rubbed the green icon on his phone.

"Hallo, Bra.." Damar's voice panicked across the street.

"Lo why, Dam?" ibra's forehead looks wrinkled.

"Bra, the Director can't be present at the shareholders' meeting this time, and I also can't attend because Ayu is sick, now in care. Can you replace us?"

"Oh Allah, now what's the situation, Dam?"

"Alhamdulillah has gone quiet, just recovery. Maybe for some days I don't go in the office first, Bra."

"It's nothing to relax, it's important you take care of your wife. Don't think about work first, family is more important, there is me, you don't have to worry. Maybe later in the afternoon I'll look at Ayu with Fatih ya."

"Thank you, Bra. I have my best friend."

"Yes, Dam. You're welcome."

After the phone line was cut off with a beautiful smile Ibra stepped out of the room to approach his wife at the dinner table.

He hugged the woman from behind. Gutted Fatih's stomach and kissed his wife's neck. Fatih slightly aimed at his shoulder because of the amused.

"Don't tell me you want to ask again!"

Ibra laughed as she looked up at his wife.

"Well, if so, what's the matter, Bun? No way, huh? Look at your body that's so cute, make me always miss, Bun." whispered Ibra mischievously in the ear of his wife.

Fatih gave a tired snort and delicated her eyes successfully making Ibra let go of her embrace. He pulled a chair to sit at the dining table.

"It's a joke, baby." said Ibra.

"It's not now, Dad. Later that night can still--" Fatih poured rice on Ibra dishes and some side dishes as a complement.

Ibra laughed again. "Yes dear. Oh yeah, there's good news. It seems that your prayers are answered by Allah..."

"That's, Dad?" ask Fatih who ended up sitting next to her husband for breakfast.

Fatih held onto Ibra's arm for the man to turn back to look at her. "Really, Mas?"

Ibra nodded while chewing.

"The room called me, he said that the Director was not present and Damar could not replace him because Ayu was in care. Later in the afternoon we take Ayu to the Hospital. I'm like him."

The clover's coat on Fatih's face changed immediately when he heard Ibra was so soft and pitying for Ayu's situation. When in fact it is only natural, worrying about the situation of someone who is our friend. Ibra did this only because of Damar and felt indebted, because of the kindness of the couple in his life.

Ibra glanced at his wife who suddenly fell silent not answering her remarks.

"Bun, why? How daydreaming?"

"Kok Daddy really attention with Mba Ayu?"

"Hemm.jealous again." decak Ibra. He stopped his chewing temporarily.

"Watching the sick person is a reward dear, especially Ayu is his wife Damar. Automatically my wife's friend too, right? Damar and Ayu have helped me a lot. So Mother don't be jealous-" Ibra wrapped her hands around Fatih's waist.

"Jealous, but don't overdo it. I'm married to you, my love is only for you, Bun! Don't make that jealousy overwhelm you so you can't think rationally."

Yes indeed, because of Fatih's growing love for her husband. It makes him afraid, if Ibra is seized by others or shows attention to other women besides himself. Moreover, the problem of Love is still not perfect apart from the worries of his heart.

Fatih nodded. "Yes, Mommy." she answered briefly.

"Let's eat again!" ibra told Fatih to go back to enjoying his breakfast. Ibra is back to enjoying the food.

Seeing her husband shady like this, of course she does not want to whine about Ayu's problems anymore. He can still control himself not to make Ibra angry.

He put a spoonful of rice in his mouth.

Then

The idea in his head was present.

"Dad, change the shirt."

The wrinkles on Ibra's forehead reappear, he is seen chugging the water quickly to push the rice that he has not yet fully chewed. He felt strange about Fatih's words.

"meaning?" ibra asked when a bunch of rice had escaped into his throat while pulling a shirt cloth on his chest. "Change the shirt I'm wearing?"

"Yes dear. I want you to look different, more dashing compared to the line of Directors who will be present later. Oh yeah, I forgot. The shirt I bought last week you haven't worn yet, have you?" Fatih got up from the chair and stepped back towards the room. Ibra was still gawking at interpreting the intentions of his wife.

Because Fahmi will be there too, Fatih does not want to miss this opportunity to show how good Ibra looks to him. She wants to tell Fahmi that she can take good care of her husband.

****

Fahmi was still sitting with his legs glued while staring straight at the computer screen. He still compares the highest chart of shareholders in PT. A gift.

"Fatih is still the highest shareholder there" he said.

"Especially if Ibrahim entered into the company to help him, it is certain that the company reverberates will widen rapidly!" teeth were heard from Fahmi. Both of his jaws looked hardened and stiffened.

"If you can't do it anymore, don't expect you guys to have fun and succeed together!" fists Fahmi's stomping on his desk. Make a brief vibration there.

Then

"Excuse me, sir." said Fahmi's new personal assistant. The woman stepped in when she got the nod from Fahmi.

"All the files ready?" asked Fahmi then stood up and tidied up his office coat.

"That's all, sir. We go to PT. Grace." she replied while slightly bowing her head.

"Well then, let's go!" Fahmi. He also stepped up to leave his study, the same as his personal assistant tailed Fahmi from behind.

"Finally dear, we can meet again.." Fahmi's inner voice cried out, as he imagined his meeting with Fatih a while longer.

See who will be snapped? Is it Fahmi or Fatih?