Twice Married

There will be no forgiveness.

"Ni-ken?" sigh Mama Tari, stammering in her heart. He looked straight and focused on the woman he suspected. Seen Niken with Kak Ira is together, which he believes Kak Ira is the son of his best friend, Ms. Hanum.

"That's Ira, right? Hanum's son, Ibra's brother?" Mama Tari still howled her eyes to stare clearly at the woman who was having a warm conversation with Niken in the waiting chair in front of the Pharmacy. His eyes were not lost staring at the two of them.

"Do they know each other?" his screeches. Mama Tari continued to stare sharply at Niken who occasionally laughed when she heard the words of Kak Ira, her mother.

"Based on women ja**ng! Can you still laugh in satisfaction, after destroying my family? Seize my husband? Traumatized me and made my son's life miserable!" the green veins were clearly imprinted around the temple of Mama Tari, the woman held her irritation all the way to the bottom of the brain. Niken will never get forgiveness from him.

"Why, Mah?" asked Papa Faris who strangely saw a scratch not like from his wife. Mama Tari gasped as her husband shook his shoulder to bring her back in conscious mode.

Mama Tari shook her head and returned smiling. As much as possible she wanted to distract her husband so as not to be able to find the whereabouts of Niken who was not far from her.

"We go home, Pah. Papa's good, isn't he?"

Without a long answer, Papa Faris agreed. And Mama Tari helped to get her husband back on his way to the main door of the Hospital. The woman turned her head again to see Niken who was still busy talking to Kak Ira, the mother occasionally stroked her daughter's hair.

"I'm sure they must have a relationship. I'll ask Hanum directly!"

"Well, look who the hell?" Mama Tari immediately turned her head when her husband again asked. Papa Faris seemed to want to look back also to find a figure who had disturbed his wife's view, but before that Mama Tari immediately stopped her husband's gaze who just wanted to glow.

"Udah let's go home, Pah!" Mama Tari took Papa Faris with a slow step towards the car. The heart of the woman's lungs felt rumbling, quite a great beat. Various conjectures and assumptions surround the great in his head, imagined the face of Fatih and Ibra.

"I will not forgive if Niken still has family relations with both Hanum and Ibra. Oh God, what about my son's fate? He'll be hit!"

It is he who will be struck with various needles in a haystack. He would not have thought that Fatih already knew and even deliberately to cover it from the Mama. He only wants to maintain his marriage to Ibrahim Attar.

*****

Seen the night has touched. Fatih had immersed herself in the bed while hugging the bolster that she pinned right in front of her distended stomach. Ibra occasionally looked at his sleeping wife. He still feels at home on the desk chair while folding both hands in the chest. Staring at the white light from the laptop screen that makes him not want to close both eyes.

"If only, Fahmi and his Uncle didn't just take their shares back, maybe the company's finances wouldn't be this late." Ibra rubbed her face into her back hair.

"Oh Allah, may I have to come to them to seduce him again?"

"What if my worries happened? I will never be able to separate from my wife and children!" Ibra closed her eyes and leaned her head against the chair.

"If there are still shares in other companies, but it is not ethical if withdrawn even though the development is rapid there." Ibra continued to groan in her mind.

Then

Cup.

Ibra opened her eyes quickly as she felt a warm kiss run down her forehead. He smiled and looked up, right where the wife was looking down at him. Fatih Medina was standing behind Ibra's chair.

"When did you wake up, baby?" ibra asked while raising one hand up to stroke Fatih's cheek. While pinching slowly because of anxiety.

"You are also why you are still here, not sleeping!" Fatih pursed her thin lips.

Fatih also followed the will of her husband who was spoiled, maybe like this to make Ibra's heart a little relieved and forget the problems in the company.

A slow kiss from Fatih made Ibra close her eyes, the tiny lips of the woman began to crack to suck the soft lips of her husband. Ibra who just quietly followed, was also ignited by Fatih's lip game.

He devoured the oral cavity with a sigh of his tongue, making Ibra continue to raise his face with both hands pointed up, to press the nape of Fatih to continue to bow and immerse his lips there.

Occasionally they release wet lips with salivary splashes. The oxygen between them began to thin. Fatih lifted her face back and stood up straight, she grimaced a little because her waist felt sore.

Ibra got up from the chair and turned to look at his wife, again clenching the lips of the rannum that was getting plain and pale. Moans from the two also stick out and fight each other, until where Ibra takes his wife to step back to the bed.

Brug.

Ibra carefully stretched his wife's body in the middle of the bed. Ibra crawled to contain the pregnant woman, for now he was a bit difficult to overcome, because his wife's stomach was getting bigger.

"Dad wants more, Bun..."

Fatih nodded slowly. "Yes Dad, I can."

Fatih's breathing is increasingly hunting, as well as Ibra who has been ignited by the burning passion himself. Removing the buttons of Fatih's pajamas with rapid hand movements, Fatih became increasingly moaning when her husband had wiped his neck and then crept towards his collarbone.

"Dad.." the sexy voice finally slipped from Fatih's lips, making Libido Ibra again peaked.

Ibra again raised her face, to look at Fatih with an already irregular breathing sting. The woman still closed her eyes and continued to moan. Especially when the two sturdy hands Ibra just went into the pajamas to tear apart the soft parts that dangle in it.

"Mother..." Ibra also moaned, when it was felt that the center of his body had demanded to make another movement.

Then

Drrt drrt drrt

Fatih's phone just shook in the corner of the bed. A bright light flickered from his screen.

"Hemmm.there is a disturbance." Ibra laughed to Fatih. "Thank you first, Bun. Who's been calling tonight." Ibra rose from the top of his wife's innocent yet perfect body.

"I'll get a drink first."

Fatih nodded and began to shuffle to reach for his still-loyal mobile phone vibrating

"Mama?" a name that he came out of his lips, when staring at a cell phone. "What's the phone call tonight?" Fatih's forehead looked wrinkled, then both eyes blinked.

"Is there a problem with Papa?" his sigh was afraid and then rubbed the green icon to get the voice of the Mama from across there.

"Hallo, honey..."

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