Twice Married

Still this long, you?

Fatih, please take care of your mother. Make your mom happy. Greetings to my grandson, Fara.

Fatih was still behind the house. Hugging the body with both arms. The cold atmosphere on the beach Sawarna makes the feathers bristled. He continued to imagine the words of Papa Faris before returning to the lap of the Creator.

Four years have passed away Papa Faris, the Mama and Faradisa Salsabila Attar, and four years had Fatih chose to end his marriage with Ibrahim Attar.

Fatih's company plummeted, selling more and more sabotage by Fahmi. Moreover, Papa Faris disease requires a lot of costs, Fatih voluntarily mortgaged his company to the Bank, he used all means so that his Papa could be cured. Plus Mama Tari who always forced Fatih to choose. Choosing a parent or husband who has destroyed their family, thought Mama Tari at the time.

He thought that by carrying his Papa operation in Singapore, it would make the man return to health, in fact the Papa chose to leave for eternity.

Fahmi comes back to provide assistance and offers, he will make Fatih rich as he used to marry him, of course Fatih refused. He tried to re-start the company, but luck again and again has not sided.

Circumstances like this certainly make the psychic Mama Dance shaken, the woman slumped. Losing a husband makes his life not passionate, until the end of his death has not been said to forgive Ibrahim, his former son-in-law.

Yes, Mama Tari took her last breaths two years after the departure of Papa Faris. Fatih was very shocked at that time, the tests and trials continued to come and hit. Not to mention that she chose to raise Fara alone. He always refused if Ibra begged to marry him again. Because he knew, his parents would not want it to happen again.

So Fatih decided to move to his grandmother's house, parents of Mama Tari in Banten, precisely on the edge of Sawarna Beach. There are small plantation businesses there that have long been abandoned by their parents, so Fatih pioneered back with mediocre capital.

"Brand ..."

Bik Mirna who had just come out of Fara's room turned to the back door, where her employer called.

"Take Fara, Bik. It's already afternoon. Tell his father to come home from now on." Fatih told Bik Mirna.

Bik Mirna turned to look at the black sedan parked in the yard of her house.

"Well, Mother." he answered, then passed to follow the orders of his master. Fatih tailed from behind, her legs halted behind the curtain that she rubbed a little. Peering in the direction of the extraordinary. He always avoids the face of the man he still loves to this day. He still misses Ibrahim Attar.

Tok tok tok tok

The man gasped, shocked to hear a knock suddenly coming from outside the windshield. Although the age of Ibra is increasing, but his good looks and prowess are still awake. As usual, Ibra already knew if Bik Mirna came, surely the meeting time between her and Fara was over.

"Fara, let's get up, son." Ibra rubbed the back of Fara who was still asleep hugging her chest. Fara just muttered indistinctly. He hugged Ibra even more tightly. Fara grew up to be a beautiful daughter. His body was white, his face was very similar to Ibrahim's. Her hair was brown and a little curly.

Fatih did divorce Ibra, severing the relationship between them. But Fatih never disconnected or separated Fara from her father. Because he knew that blood was thicker than water, and Fara contained Ibra's blood. During the separation Fatih did not want to bring up his face in front of Ibra. The woman is not ready, she does not want to be withered or seduced. Ibra and Fatih miss each other.

Ibra pulled down the windshield and looked at Bik Mirna. "Can I have another hour with Fara, Bik?" her door.

Bik Mirna slightly scratched the skin of her head that was not itchy at all. He turned to the house that showed no presence there, but he knew that his master was standing inside to watch them outside.

"Hemm, for a moment sir, I asked her Mother first."

Ibra nodded and let Bik Mirna pass to enter the house.

"Why, Bik?" asked Fatih who was still standing around the curtain.

"That's Bun, his father said he wanted to have another hour with Neng."

Fatih snorted her breath slowly. He turned back to Ibra's luxury car. Fatih nodded as well. "But just an hour can't be more huh, Bik!" fatih's orders.

Bik Mirna nodded, he went out to Ibra's car. Fatih again noticed Ibra who was still leaning on the steering wheel while holding Fara. Although that view is not very clear.

Divorce brought Ibra back down, she struggled to resist and continued to pursue Fatih. But it was only futility that he got. He took off Fatih's company and returned indistinctly. He has opted out of LUKEWARM, leaving an already brilliant career there. Want to return was no longer able, the first years after divorce with Fatih he was so miserable, almost wanted to end his life. So seeing the incident, the Ibra family begged Fatih to allow Ibra to see and take care of the child even in different circumstances.

If Fatih fell poor, different things with Ibra who was back to pioneering career from the beginning. He knew he had a dependant, Faradisa, his only daughter. As a father he cannot cry and continue to mourn the painful life.

There was Fara that he had to pay for. With a loan to the Bank, he started a property business. But unexpectedly, luck sided with the patient man. His efforts were successful, many companies came to work with him. He recently secured a contract with one of the largest companies in Malaysia.

During these four years Ibra was busy in his career, but he did not forget to send money to Fatih for Fara. Even he once gave money to replace the shares that were accidentally sabotaged by Fahmi, but Fatih refused. She felt unworthy, her husband was innocent.

"Bi ... Bik." call Fatih again to Bik Mirna who is in the kitchen.

"Yes, Mother?"

"Let's have an hour, quickly pick up Fara, there is still tomorrow right, can be invited to play again. Kasian if you sleep in the car, then his body aches."

Bik Mirna with a thousand steps, finally came back out to coincide with Ibra who began to get down from the car while holding Fara who had been awake but still hugging her father. The boy misses, because it's been two weeks, Ibra hasn't come. The man had to fly to Tokyo to take care of the shares that were there.

"Dad ..." Fara squirms unwilling to be touched by Bik Mirna. The boy still hugged the father's firm chest.

"Any, usually Fara is not like that." exhorted Fatih still pay attention to her ex-husband and son from the curtain of the house.

"It's gonna be night, son. Fara must rest with Mother inside. Tomorrow morning I'll be here again. We're going for a walk, how?" talk Ibra to his daughter.

"Swine, Dad?" the sound of Fara's lisp sticking out from her tiny lips.

"Yes, Son. Right, now Fara's the same aunt once was." Ibra let Bik Mirna grab Fara's body and carry her.

"Just a second, Bik." Ibra held back when Bik Mirna wanted to say goodbye and passed from there. Her steps were stifled when Ibra opened the passenger door and picked up some godie bags from inside. There were three parcels he gave to Bik Mirna.

"This is for my aunt." Ibra pointed at the red godie bag.

"This one is for Fara." he pointed to the pink godie bag.

"And this one .. for the Mother of Fara." He pointed at the yellow godie bag. Ibra still remembers his ex-wife's favorite color.

Already many have bought Ibra for Fatih, but the woman chose to just stare and keep it glued. It feels like the wardrobe and the closet bag is crowded, because every week Ibra must bring a lot of things for them.

"Good, Sir. Thank you very much." said Bik Mirna who finally passed from before him. Fara's crying voice was still heard while sticking his hand towards his father who was still standing staring at him. The boy asked Ibra to hug him again.

"Why are you still like this to me, Fat?" He looked at the old house he had been in since the departure of Papa Faris.

Once when Mama Tari was alive, she was only given 10 minutes to see Fara who was still a baby was far away, not to be near let alone carrying. The departure of Mama Tari may make a sigh of relief for Ibra, although it sounds evil. At least he can hug his daughter who will grow up. And still, Fatih still did not want to meet with Ibrahim.

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