Twice Married
You're too presumptuous, Mas!
Pakks.
The surface of Fatih's cheek was still hot because of the slap from the Mama who just shook her face. The woman chuckled, angry and devastated because she had been cheated by her biological child.
"You were born to be a filial son to Mama, why did you deliberately lie to Mama like this, Fatih!" Mama Tari curses the child.
The two of them were still awake in front of the corridor of Papa Faris's treatment room. A few hours ago, the doctor said that Papa Faris' heart attack could still be overcome, but the blood vessels in his head just broke and too late to be treated, he was diagnosed with a stroke, paralyzing part of his body.
All of this was allegedly due to his body being violently shaken. The middle-aged lung man was in shock, he did not accept the incident that had just happened. Papa Faris still closed his eyes on the bed he was currently sleeping in. Fahmi quickly lifted his foot from there, when he had received a hot slap from his former mother-in-law.
"Don't be angry, Mah. Fatih's like this because she had to." Fatih lirih while crouched down to plead at both feet of her Mama. With an enlarged stomach and difficult to balance his body, he tried to continue in that position. So that the mother would forgive herself and the family of Abraham.
"So all this time Ibra has known about the disgrace of the Mama and Papa household?"
Fatih nodded resignedly, she continued to cry, still holding her mother's legs. Although the woman occasionally brushed the child's hand off his leg. Mama Tari closed her eyes with a headband that she was really angry with the child.
"Your path is Fatih! How dare you betray me, Mama!"
Fatih looked up, looking at Mama Tari's face with tears in her eyes. Both of his eyes were swollen and his face was red. He shook his head quickly.
"Please Mah, forgive Fatih. Fatih was like this just because he wanted to protect Fatih's household with Mas Ibra!" fatih said with a sobbing that had not subsided, his chest felt tight, because since Fara had just continued to kick his stomach from the inside.
"Fatih loves Mas Ibra very much, Mah." he said.
"So you feel like Mama's just a threat to your household??" Mama Tari again jerked Fatih with her carelessness.
"You know, how Mama struggled to get out of the mental rehab house, just to forget the disgusting shadow of the affair between Papa you and Niken?"
Fatih nodded her head. "Yes, Mah. Fatih was very understanding, when he knew that Fatih was angry and disappointed. But how else, Mah. Mas Ibra was the husband of Fatih, Fara's father. With great regret, Fatih could only cover all this from Mama." Fatih held her stomach, as a reminder to Mama Tari, that the grandchildren wanted the figure of Ibra in their Family.
"Fatih just don't want to, Mama remembers Niken again." continued Fatih.
"You know Fatih, with you weak like this. Niken laughed in satisfaction, because we had already lost to him! Until now, Mama is still heartbroken if you remember that damn woman!" Mama Tari brushed Fatih's hand off her leg and began to step in to leave the child. Fatih grabbed the leg again and hugged it. His body remained saggy on the floor, he wept bitterly, asking for mercy from the mother.
"Well, please forgive Fatih."
Mama Tari stopped her steps and lowered her gaze to look at the child's face. "Deliver Ibra, Fatih!"
Fatih was astonished, like a roll of waves that would soon drown her, finish off and separate herself from her husband. Fatih quickly dodged. "Mama please don't! Don't separate us, Mah!" Fatih cried again, she kept moaning to defend her husband.
"You're still defending him? After what he did to your father? Make your Papa stroke and paralyzed! Being a cripple because of your husband's actions!" hardik Mama Dance. The tears of the middle-aged woman came back dripping. "What sins have you committed, you can marry a jerk like all of them!"
"Well, Mas Ibra is good. He's not like that!" Fatih defended. Mama Tari looked back at Fatih fiercely.
"Pick your parents or husband?"
"Well, don't make Fatih choose. You're not all choices!"
"Yes from now on, you are out of our lives. You're not my son anymore! A devoted child will never betray his parents. Not even my water, you haven't responded!"
"Take off Mama, get you out of here! Bring the treasure with your husband, Mama can still take care of Papa as hard as Mama can." Mama Tari slammed into Fatih's hand, the pregnant woman slightly chuckled from her position. He grabbed both of his legs and hugged them.
"Mama, Fatih please. Fatih believes Mas Ibra is not wrong, Mah. It's just a misunderstanding."
"TERPRET IBRA!" Mama Tari stared intently at the corner of Fatih's eyes that were still dripping clear water. And again Fatih can only shake his head and again beg to be forgiven. How else the rice has become porridge, will never tanak again. Mama Tari has felt betrayed by her husband, now she is betrayed by her Son and Son-in-law.
"Well, please forgive Fatih..."
Then
Not for long
There was a rush of shoes that were pedaling fast approaching Mama and Child who were struggling in the fire of anger. Ibra's breath was seen hunting when her long steps had stopped right between them.
"What's this, Mah?" ibra asked with a plain face without knowing the problem that was going on.
"Please divorce my child right now!" mama Tari replied with a gaze beyond the devil. There was no longer any sympathy that poured out of him to the son-in-law. A daughter-in-law who has been proud of her friends, relatives, and colleagues.
Ibra's face immediately gawked, she flinched in shock. His heart almost stopped when the ultimatum hit him.
"Darling.." Ibra looked back at his wife who was still crying but lowered her face down. The woman was still holding her mother's legs together, whimpering and begging for mercy for an apology.
"I shouldn't know Hanum, your family and Niken!"
The jag.
Dark clouds just came back to hit Ibrahim Attar. The wounds they had desperately covered were finally exposed because of the honesty of his own mother. Should he suffer again now? Take off the woman who is embedded in her soul? Take off a baby who is not currently allowed to be born into the world? Is it that hard to be happy?
"Mah.." sighed Ibra.
Instantly the look of his face turned into a wistful and pushy. He crouched down, humbling himself in front of his mother-in-law. Begging for an apology for Niken's mistakes, and he has dared to make Fatih a child who is not honest with parents, in addition, Ibra has been wrong in stepping up to give the company's assets freely to Fahmi, his opponent so far.
Fatih was just crying, she could not bear to see her husband like that. He humbled himself to reach out to his mother's heart.
"Wake, Mas. Don't do this. Let me beg Mama." - cried Fatih asked her husband to stand up again.
Mama Tari further sharpened her eyes when she heard that Fatih was still defending her husband.
"Even your eyes are still blind, Fatih! Remember this man who made your father a cripple now!" Mama Tari pointed at Ibra's face with her finger while looking at Fatih. Mama Tari took Fatih's hand off her leg and passed quickly from there to re-enter Papa Faris's treatment room.
"Mama!" fatih exclaimed as he staggered back to the floor. The woman who was pregnant was slightly grimacing, suddenly there was pain in her stomach area.
"Darling.." said Ibra while tapping his wife's body to get back up. Take him away to leave the place for a while. Honestly Ibra still wants to get an explanation for what Mama Tari said just now.
Why could Papa Faris be handicapped because of him?
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"Why did you slap me, Fat?" ask Ibra in shock. His body trembled as Fatih gave a hard slap to his cheek. Ibra thought he would get a hug from his wife because he would be proud of himself who had managed to put shares in the bonavit company. Just now, Ibra proudly explained that he had already put half a stake in the England company.
"You're too presumptuous, Mom! You lied to me, lied to Mama and Papa!" fatih replied with a roar of breath that had gone awry.
"Oh maybe because I haven't been able to tell you, baby. Relax, Fat. England is a bonavit company, after three months of putting shares there, the capital will return completely with additional interest. Automatically our company will again stand strong as before - You do not have to think about the problem Fahmi who first pulled his shares from our company, I can bring your company as before." Ibra continued to be patient, to explain everything that happened with what is. But unlike the things with Fatih, the woman was even more emotionally ignited. Why can Ibra be so stupid and so stupefied?
Fatih who could not stand it, wanted to put her palm in the air again to stomp on the surface of her husband's cheek again, but immediately he paled, he turned the annoyance by slapping his own cheek. Hit the head with both fists.
"Darling .. don't!" Ibra with all her might held onto Fatih's two hands which started to hurt herself.
"Am I wrong, Fat?" ibra asked, and the man was crying. He could not bear to see his wife hit like this.
"I'm so presumptuous, I'm sorry baby.If you want a slap I can, let's slap! But please don't hurt yourself!" ibra said with tears that had shackled both of his dark netra.
"You know, Mas. Who is England really?" Fatih ended his cries, blasting the two eyeballs of Ibra with the sharpness of his sense of sight. Ibra grimaced a little afraid, honestly he did not know England background with certainty.
"Who-what--sa--who?" ask her stammering.
"England is one of Fahmi's subsidiaries. And you hand over our shares to him!"
The jag.
Ibra just wants to die now.
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Sorry guys I'm not weak with your blasphemy, even if you say I'm oon hahaha. Those who have read my story from the first work to this work, surely know how my style of telling stories. I don't like stories with a smooth, rich groove of baby buttocks. Life is hard guys, trouble everywhere. Make everything a lesson, rich in innocent attitude Ibra should not be imitated to so easily believe in the same people, well that's one of the lessons.
The stories in all my novels are summaries of various true stories. Then I joined and made material for the story. I'm also writing this story for free. No need to use coins, just comment on the story, give more meaningful ideas. Who feels smarter, I invite you to make your own story.
From the beginning I wanted to go through the story like this. Twice married there is already an outline, so I will still tell the story according to my version. I do not mean for you to read, if you are lazy, afraid, and before you live. You guys who are always loyal to my work, surely know how my characteristics when writing, right?😂
Q: Thor spirit, do not be easily instigated by their speech
A: Yes dong must remain enthusiastic for you who are loyal to Ibra and Fatih, who are they? umanggasih I snack fit again this chapter up to hours, is not it? hahahaha😂😂😂
Though I was dizzy again, but for the sake of ngenyangin your eyes to read, I was ready to return. Maapin I much curcol, who wants to say oon again, may I hahaha. But later I block😀😀😂
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