Twice Married

Twice Married
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Ibra was still pacing back and forth looking for a way for Fatih to regain consciousness. He had done various actions, but both of his wife's eyes remained closed.


He sat down next to Fatih's body. Just wait until the woman wakes up.


Later then.


Samar-sama heard Fatih's groaning that began to wake up and complained a little bit of pain in the head.


"Duh's dizzy..."


"Trainer..." Ibra helped Fatih who would rise to sit on his feet. "Let's drink first!" Ibra thrust the drinking water directly into Fatih's mouth.


Both eyes were clashing with each other.


"What a beautiful eyeball, Fatih."


"Udah, Mas----!" Fatih kept the glass away from her face. Ibra grabbed him and put him back on the nightstand. Ibra was getting closer to Fatih's body.


Fatih continued to look at Ibra's increasingly intimate attitude towards her. His eyes looked at Ibra without blinking.


"I'm sorry Fatih, I didn't mean it. You just tell me about the drug, later I will buy it again at the Pharmacy."


"No, my mom! Its nothing. It's just a drug--"


"What medicine?" tanyanya fast.


"Dizzy medicine, Mas! I've got sinuses, so sometimes relapses like that-" she replies quickly without giving up any space so Ibra no longer suspects it.


"really? Then why did you get hysterical like that?"


"Ah.it's noon, Mas. I have to get back to the office!" Fatih quickly wiped the blanket, then tried to get out of bed. His hands were quickly clasped and his footsteps frozen by the husband.


Make Fatih immediately fall back on the bed. "I'm taking you? You're sick Fatih.."


"No need, Mas. Make up, but I'm still strong enough to bring my own car." Fatih still looked at his hand held by Ibra. Ibra was not willing to let go, even tighter and stronger.


"Why? You still mad at me?"


Fatih gave her small smile. "No, Mas. I'm not angry, I'm sorry I had the same emotions as you. I'm sorry, too, yeah!" Fatih forcibly removed her hand from Ibra's grasp. He also grabbed his bag that was on the nightstand.


"I'm leaving first, Mom. You're carefully on the road.." Fatih grabbed the back of Ibra's hand to kiss her.


Ibra only fell silent through Fatih's still awkward attitude towards her.


Upon reaching the door, Fatih looked back at Ibra's back. The man was still sitting quietly on the bed against his back. He quickly walked back to the office.


"Why do I feel like this?"


Inner Ibra together, he continues to look at the sheets that look not neat because of the footsteps of the wife. There is a strange tone arising in the hearts of men 36 years.


***


"Sir..?" call Desi while carrying some files on her desk. Ibra remained silent daydreaming, leaning just like that on the back of her work chair.


"Sir..?" Desi called back and Ibra still flinching, she did not look at all.


"Here, let me sign!" another sound from the doorway was heard between Ibra and Desi.


Ibra's daydreaming stopped when Damar's steps just entered them.


"Oh my God, Des! Sorry.sorry, I'm not focused" he said as he grabbed some files in the hands of Desi.


Damar who had arrived, pulled a chair to sit in front of Ibra.


"What if the boss calls? You could be fired, hahahaha. This is Des, the effect of marriage again when the age is not productive.." Damar became more and more in his laughter.


"Damn lo! Gini-gini I'm still mighty!" he answered while opening up every file he had to sign.


"Oh yes--"


"Well, right!"


"I almost forgot, Dam! It's Des..." Ibra gave all the files back when he finished correcting and signed them. Desi also passed.


"Why the hell lo? Lately I have noticed, a lot of buzz? Your wife can't accept you, can she? Understand that you are being set-up"


"And our age is far away, Dam."


"Well, what else is that. What if you take him to Bali?"


"Don't ngaco lo! I'll be there for work not make-up"


"Honeymoon, Bra! Lo there can all approach your wife, both the same she. Find out about her personality. When you get married, you want to get married!"


Ibra let out a long sigh, she leaned back on the chair. Look at the corner of the room in depth.


"It can't be Dam. Earlier this morning he was angry with me, until he fainted all."


"Crazy, you're apan?"


"Gue accidentally fell in a medicine bottle got him.."


"It's natural to be angry, after all, he's still very young. Ego is still up and down, you should be able to understand, Bra!"


"Yes, I also from earlier thought it was my fault anyway, I was too curious about him..."


"Hahaha, *****lo, Bra!"


"Cook, ******??"


"Lo's starting to like him!"


"Huh?"


Somehow hearing Damar's words made Ibra's body feel hot boiling. He felt the flow of sweat continue to pour profusely. She's nervous.


"Lo to his office just bring lunch all bring flowers, chocolate, yes what is the favorite of girls. Let his heart melt to forgive you!"


"Do I deserve to be rich? I am ashamed of my age. She's also afraid she's not the kind of girl who likes to be treated so richly, Dam--"


"Yes Bra, I only if my hair is crashing again. I still like to woo her with flowers. Look at my son's age now, I'm going to high school. You have to take good care of your second marriage, do not let the problems like before recur again."


Ibra continued to listen to the advice of her best friend. Whatever Damar says has a point. Maybe Ibra is getting interested in Fatih.


However Fatih is a beautiful, kind and considerate woman to him. They were married, legally became husband and wife. Why should think about taking off if the exploration has not started.


Fight Ibra, look for your happiness that has been sealed for four years.


"Yes, Dam. I'll try, later!"


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