Twice Married

Really, Father Husband?

On a clear Sunday morning, as promised, Ibra will come again to pick up Fara. He wanted to take his son to play in Banten before he returned to Jakarta this afternoon.

Seen Ibra's car will enter the yard to coincide with the footsteps of Bik Mirna also wanted to get out of the yard of the house, the middle-aged lung woman was seen hurriedly leaving while carrying a wallet. He just lowered his head as a farewell gesture to Ibra who was at the steering wheel.

The engine of the car has been turned off. As usual he would send a message to Fatih, if he had arrived, and after that Fara would come out of the house to welcome his father.

It had been 15 minutes Ibra waited for a reply, and strangely there was no sign of Fara coming out of the house. Ibra looked straight at their house, should ask what was inside? The man decided to get out of the car, he stepped into the house.

Want to make sure if there are still Fara and Fatih inside, after Bik Mirna died. Houses with ancient architecture, such as houses from the colonial era, the door is made of glass that can be seen through to the living room, just coated with a white curtain that lacy.

Then

Ibra's dark cornea was just round, when she heard the sound of sobbing Faradisa, her daughter from one of the rooms.

"Yes Allah .." he sighed. He also tried to knock on the door. But Fatih did not come out, and the cries of Fara increasingly sound makes Ibra curious to go inside.

And

The volaa!

Handle the door that he accidentally moves, making the door pushed in and open. His face lit up when he knew the door was unlocked. But, he pensively before stepping inside, he knew trespassing was bad and Fatih never let him in. But how else, there was Fara's cry that made the corner of her heart unpleasant. He will accept if after this Fatih will abuse him, the important thing is that he knows that his daughter is in good shape.

"Mahara ... Fatih." Never changed the soft voice of an Ibrahim when calling his wife or son. Always calm the soul of anyone who hears it.

"Mother----" there was the sound of Fara's crying which was increasingly interspersed with calling out the name of her Mother.

Ibra walked with a trembling heart, he accelerated his pace towards the door of the room which from afar seemed to be open.

"Dad!" exclaimed Fara who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed.

He was crying looking at the Mother who was curled up with her lips quivering under the blanket. The woman had been sick since last night, suddenly her body was hot. Bik Mirna is mandated to the Pharmacy to buy medicine. Because Fatih was very limp, unable to walk there.

Fara who still wears sleeping pajamas the same color as the Mother also rose to get out of bed. He ambushed his father's body and asked to be carried.

"Mother sick, Father..." Fara pointed one of her fingers at Fatih who was still closing her eyes.

There was a compressive cloth still on his ex-wife's forehead. Carrying Fara, Ibra approached to confirm Fatih's condition.

Ibra placed her palm around the intersection of Fatih's neck and felt its temperature there.

"Oh my God, it's hot. Fara go down first, son." Ibra lowered Fara down. Ibra held onto Fatih's arm while waking the woman to open her eyes.

"Fat let's get up, let's go to the doctor."

Fatih was silent, her eyes were not open yet. Her lips were so pale and dry. Without a second thought, Ibra carried Fatih in her car. It was like a dream to be able to hold his body and stare at his wife's face again for four years. Fatih's gasping breath was still the same, Ibra was always addicted to it.

"Come, Son. Come with me out!" tell Ibra to Fara to follow him to the car.

Fatih is half conscious. Wanting to get angry but he had no strength, he let himself be taken by Ibra without a fight.

"Patience, be patient. I'll take you to the hospital" he said when Fatih was in the seat next to the steering wheel. Fatih just fell silent and limp to answer. his eyelids still he let close.

"Come, Son. We take Mommy first." said Ibra carrying Fara in her arms. He turned the steps to get into the car with Fara.

"Mother ..." Fara was wriggling about to move to sit on Fatih's lap. Ibra forbids.

Ibra held onto Fatih's hand without fear, apparently forgetting that she had been his ex-wife for four years. But he also realized and intentionally did this. The man longs for Fatih, to his long-lost love leaving a million wounds and memories at the same time.

"Can't we get back together, Fat? I still love you." Ibra's inner echoes. His heart sliced through the heart, four years ago. Fatih is still wriggling spoiled on his chest if he is in the car. Awaiting the birth of Fara they so desperately craved.

"And when Fara was born, we were separated like this." Ibra continued to speak in her heart, cursing why her household path should be like this.

"Dad why kok nanis .." asked Fara while wiping the clear water dripping from the corner of Ibrahim's eye. Ibra only gives a kiss on the tip of Fara's hair as a sign of her response.

*****

After traveling quite a long way, they finally arrived at a Hospital that was not too big but crowded with visitors. Ibra first took Fatih to the Emergency Unit. He felt that Fatih had to get help immediately.

His body was hot, limp and occasionally wanted to vomit. Visible Infusion is installed in the hand of Fatih, draining electrolyte fluid to support Fatih's body so as not to limp and make his high fever down.

The woman slowly opened her heavy eyes, staring at the clean white ceiling of the ER. The liquid did work very fast.

"Sus, sorry. Am I in the Hospital?" ask Fatih to the nurse who is fixing the infusion fluid in her hand.

"Yes, Mom, and Mom's husband are talking to the doctor."

"What's? Husband?" he asked, then he turned to look four meters in the corner of the ER. There was a strapping back of Ibra who was holding Fara, staring and talking seriously with the Doctor.

"So right, who brought me Mas Ibra?" Fatih thought, from then on he was just dreaming, playing in an illusion. When he was carried and a tight hand grip did not want to be separated along the journey.

Then the stimulus of his brain running, he just remembered something. Suddenly his eyes widened, he felt that he would be known in a moment.

"O Allah, will Mas Ibra know this?" fati was afraid. His two beads were still faithfully staring at Ibra from afar, his tears dripping, when he saw Fara so close to him. The beautiful girl who had not yet bathed, still holding her father, put her head on Ibrahim's shoulder.

The doctor looked at the medical records of Fatih's holdings at this Hospital. It turned out that Fatih had become a regular patient with a Urology specialist.

"My wife has kidney failure, Doc?" Ibra repeated the remarks just described by the General Physician in the ER.

The doctor nodded with eyes that were still staring at every sheet of Fatih's medical record book. Even the name listed there is Fatih Attar. The woman still wants to use the name of the husband behind her name. What a heart-wrenching irony for both of them.

"Yes, Sir. According to a note written by the Urology Specialist Doctor here, said that Fatih's mother had long suffered from this disease, even if not treated seriously. It's recommended to do some blood washing, sir."

"Yes Allah ..." his sigh was frustrated. Ibra just shook her head as a sign of disbelief.

The handsome man only looked at the Doctor's face with a sad and pushy look. Ibra was astonished, he felt so stupid, why all this time did not force to approach Fatih. He was too naive to believe that the woman was always in good health. How else, Fatih who always away every Ibra approached him.

"When has my wife Doc been like this?"

There was a frown on the Doctor's forehead that had not receded to disappear. The doctor was wondering, there was a strange thing that was felt when talking to Ibrahim about Fatih's disease.

"Really, her husband's father?"

Ibra bought her eyeballs, capturing straight signals of suspicion from the face of the Doctor who was asking her.

"What's up, Doc?"

*****

This is how it used to be guys, if I was still desperate for free time. I'll be UP again. Like and Comments for Ibra and Fatah ya DO️