Twice Married

If I miss you, how?

"England is one of Fahmi's subsidiaries. And you hand over our shares to him!"

The jag.

Ibra just wants to die now. His breath began to flow roughly. He looked at his wife's face with tears of defeat.

"Oh Allah, I can .." he sighed softly. This handsome man lowered his head down, his chest felt tight and heavy. He looked up with tears already dripping, looking at his wife who was still crying.

"I'm confused now, Mas." said Fatih staring in the other direction.

"Believe me dear, I do not know that England belongs to him. Dad's a teledor, Bun." Ibra clasped his wife's hand, but Fatih quickly pulled her. She moved the distance away from her husband. Ibra moved the distance closer and took Fatih back.

"Dear, don't do this. You have to support me, Fat!" ibra lirih. Fatih turned her head with her eyes already reddened, her eyelids had already swollen violently.

"I've always supported you, Mum!" Fatih pierced Ibra's chest with her index finger, looking at her husband's face wet with tears. "Even if I forgive you and re-reflect, I accept you and Niken are among our lives! And now you stupidly take off Facorp and make my Papa stroke, Papa paralyzed, Mas! What else do I have to support you, huh?" Fatih grunts hate staring at her husband. It is undeniable that this pregnant woman is disappointed. He is in a difficult position, why all the problems must be uncovered at the same time.

"Support me to explain all this to Mama and Papa. I'm sure they'll understand, baby."

Fatih took off Ibra's hand from her waist. He wanted to stand up, but his hand was pulled back by Ibra. Fatih sat back with a face unwilling to look at her husband. "May be angry, but don't go!" titah Ibra's. The man locked his wife's body.

"Why the hell, Mas. Mommy you have to take your promise away from me? I'm the one with all my might to cover all this, and then get dismantled for free by your mother, Mas." Fatih. "Did you see how Mom behaved? He told us to get a divorce, Mom!" Fatih stared at the foot of Ibra's eyeball which was still watering.

Ibra shook her head. "No, Fat. I don't want to! Either way, I will fight for you! All of this can still be discussed carefully." he asked deeply.

Fatih just kept quiet, he again threw his face in any direction. His legs were sluggish, his body was limp and his head felt dizzy.

"Darling..." Ibra grabbed his wife's chin, for Fatih to look back at him. "Let me see Papa, I'd like to explain his sitting."

"Don't, Mas. Papa will be in shock again if he sees you! You want my dad dead?"

"Oh my God, no dear. How do you say that." replied Ibra with a groaning voice.

"My dad needs time and so do I, Mom!"

"What do you mean, Bun?"

Fatih wiped her tears, she looked up, and set the rhythm of her breathing in order to be well-ordered. The best decision was already on his mind.

"I'll take care of Papa, Mas. Please come home now!" tell Fatih in a tone that has started to differ.

"You kicked me out, Bun?" Ibra widened both of her eyes.

"Just because of this?" connect Ibra.

Fatih's words made Ibra flinch violently. Ibra seemed to have just realized that he was in a difficult position.

"You go home, Mom. Don't meet me, I still want to be here. To take care of Papa!"

Ibra was still confused. His tongue was clenched, his gaze instantly blank. Why the wind of destruction must come back to him again.

Fatih also released Ibra's hand just dangling down. She knew her husband was devastated by her words. But how else, the lives of his parents are more important now. Moreover, Fahmi is looking for another way to seize all shares from Facorp. It is certain that Fatih will fall bankrupt after this. Destroy him, his destruction.

"Don't come here, Mas. Just wait for the next news from me." Fatih stood up, then he started to step on foot with his enlarged stomach. Ibra looked at his wife's back.

"If I miss you, how about it, Bun?"

Hearing that remark made Fatih stop her steps. She was crying back. So shrewd of his feelings. She will miss her husband even more.

"Maybe I'll go crazy again, Mas, after this." Fatih sighed in his heart.

Hurriedly he opened his voice at hearing the clattering of Ibra's shoes that wanted to approach him again, Fatih wiped his tears and twisted his body. He gestured with his finger so that Ibra would not come near. The man stopped at his place. Which was only a meter away with Fatih.

"I need time, Mom. To calm my parents' hearts. Finding the best way for our home. God willing me and Fara will be fine. Pray for us, don't come before I let you, ma'am."

"Mst ..." Ibra rubbed her face violently. "Is there no other way, Fat? Why is it like this?"

"Do you want to get a divorce from me, Mom?" Fatih regretfully spoke the words he hated the most. But she had no choice but to bully her husband into complying.

"Don't, Bun. I don't want to split up. Remember you are pregnant with Fara. Our son!" pinta Ibra was begging. The man looked at his wife's face.

"Well, if so, follow my request, Mom! Don't come to see me here, let alone see Papa and Mama."

Ibra with a heavy heart, could only nod bitterly. Instead of having to divorce, it is better to wait for what has become his wife's decision. In addition he will look for Tomi to hold him accountable. Although easily later, Tomi will give a cliche answer that is easily trusted again by Ibra.

"Go home, Mas. Pray Papa ..."

Breaths of regret clashed between them. The sad look at each other, asking Ibra not to come to see him first was very difficult for Fatih. As with Ibra, he will keep a wound for days when parting with his wife who knows when.

"Should our marriage be like this, Mother..." Ibra looked at Fatih's back which was beginning to pass away from her. The man sloshed his body on the floor. Catching his face with both hands. Why is this sick, think.

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After this, you can decide to continue reading what is not. The episode after this is heavy. I've given you a warning now, let you who are a bit spooky and afraid to read it, better save it first.

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