Twice Married

Still Need You!

"If you're really her husband, why don't you know your wife's history of illness for the past year?"

Ibra. The doctor's question so sliced his heart.

"If only I had forced you more so that we could return, maybe you wouldn't have gotten sick to this extent." Ibra was crying in her heart.

Ibra was silent for a long time, she could only daydream while staring at Fatih's medical record file on the table. Seeing Ibra not answering, made the Doctor feel bad.

"I'm sorry, sir. If my question is too personal."

Ibra smile. "Yes, Doc. It's okay."

The doctor nodded and again explained what next step Fatih should take for his therapy. Ibra listened again, whatever she asked to the bitter thing.

"Good, Doc. I will take him to a more complete Hospital." replied Ibra, then turned to Fatih who was still lying on the bed.

Their eyes meet. The bulkhead seems to have been cut off now that comes out only longing. Ibra faintly gave her smile, but Fatih refused to accept it. He prefers to look the other way.

Sick? Absolutely sure! But Ibra has promised to fight from now on to get Fatih back.

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"Mother ..." Fara tried to hug her mother who was still lying down. The boy was seen on his tiptoes, because his height had not yet passed through the bed. Ibra helps Fara to climb to the edge, to hug her Mother.

Fatih's tears trickled as she rubbed Fara's hair. Ibra looked at Fatih, the woman looked thinner, pale and not so fresh. His smile disappeared, always replaced with a cry. Parents, husbands, and now they have to feel pain. But he had to be tough and patient, there was Fara who still needed his strength until death to pick him up.

"Where are you going, Fat?" tanya Ibra prepared to touch the body of Fatih who wanted to get out of bed.

"You go home, Mas." she replied coldly without looking at Ibra again.

"Say your doctor has to be hospitalized, Fat. Your condition is very-"

"Very bad, you mean?" cut Fatih, his tone was still flat no warmth at all gushed behind his tone.

"Aren't you happy, Mom? That I die soon?" replied Fatih staring straight at the hordeng which became a barrier between his bed and the other patient's bed in the ER room.

Ibra who was still standing next to him was immediately stunned, staring straight at Fatih's face which was covered by strands of hair.

"Dump your prejudice, Fat. I'm still like old times! Still want you back!" ibra's voice sounded like a depressed person.

"You should be happy, Mom. If I don't exist, then Fara's custody can freely be taken completely!" Fatih looked up at Ibra's eyeballs deeper.

Ibra remained the same as before, he could only give a shady look that could bewitch Fatih's heart. Instantly Fatih cast her gaze in any direction again. He did not want to be provoked by Ibra's kindness.

"Fat, for God's sake ... My mind is not that bad!" Ibra started holding onto Fatih's arm to turn her head back towards him.

But the woman decided to take off the infusion tube and put out some drops of blood that flowed down. Fatih also grimaced because it felt very painful. He just wants to go home now.

"Fat, no!" Ibra grabbed Fatih's hand which was still draining blood.

"Mother .." exclaimed Fara, the child looked scared when he saw blood flowing from the back of the Mother's hand.

"Please, Mum!" Fatih brushed off Ibra's hand to stay away.

Then Fatih grabbed Fara to get into her carriage. Take the boy away and step ahead of Ibra. He forced to return from the ER right now to the Sisters and Guardians. With a heavy heart they will allow. Ibra repeatedly insisted that Fatih be treated, but the woman refused. Fatih is ashamed, if he has to be honest that he does not currently have enough money to pay for medical and treatment costs, if he agrees to stay here.

After getting the return permit, Fatih was asked to complete the administration first at the cashier. The woman continued to walk with Fara, and Ibra continued to insist on following her even though Fara had already expelled Ibra to come home.

"You better go home, Mom!" Fatih stopped her steps before she reached the administration counter.

"You want what, Mas? Between us it is finished! You can only know about Fara, but not with me!" Ibra just stared at Fatih's increasingly pale face.

Wanted to wipe away the sweat that was gathering the woman as before, but now it is no longer possible to do.

"But you're sick, Fat..." Ibra came back soft, his chest was so painful to see Fatih in a state of weakness like this.

"And you like it, right?"

"O Allah, why do you always have such a bad prejudice with me, Fat? Wasn't there enough torture I've been through all this time?"

Fatih just took a slow breath and she shut up. Fatih chose to continue his steps to end the conversation that would cause a commotion between them.

Arriving in front of the payment counter, Fatih's face felt tense. It's like fumbling through his pajama bag. And foolishly he just remembered that at this time he did not bring any money.

"Already, Fat. Let me pay." said Ibra. There was no rebuttal from Fatih, as indeed the woman could do nothing, other than accept forcibly the help of her ex-husband.

During this time the money sent by Ibra only he used for Fara's needs, and the rest of the money he put into Fara's savings. Fatih never took a penny from there for her personal life. He only leaned with the profit of the plantation business which is now declining profits.

"Mrs. Fatih Attar huh, sir?"

Fatih was further embarrassed when the administration officer tried to repeat his name to Ibra. Seen the look of Ibra's face just shining with the happy wind. He knew for sure, that stubborn woman would still love him very much.

Fatih chose to sit in the waiting chair while continuing to hold Fara who was always wriggling to get down from her deck. He also allowed Fara to run around the hall which was quite quiet. The woman shed her tears again. Slightly sobbing with a shaky shoulder accompaniment.

Fatih momentarily fell silent as she stared at the tissue in front of her now. Fatih looked up, looking at the face of Ibra who was standing looking back at him. The water on Fatih's face was already full. He was forced to grab the tissue, and Ibra voluntarily removed it. Ibra is seen landing her body on the chair next to Fatih.

"Do you want a drink, Fat?" ask Ibra.

Fatih shook her head while clamping two of her nostrils which were still releasing the clear liquid that she had wiped inside the tissue.

"Don't cry, Fat. You must be healed!" Ibra continues to encourage.

Fatih shook her head. Then he squeezed the tissue and clenched it. He then returned to look at Ibrahim.

"Mass?" call him with a withered look, now his tears look to have begun to shrink.

"Yes, Fat." replied Ibra enthusiastically. Hearing the tone of Fatih's voice was getting warm, making Ibra tremble, he seemed to want to directly hug Fatih right now.

"If I'm not around, please take care of Fara as best you can, Mas. If you want to choose a connecting mother for him, please find a good understanding, hopefully my daughter can be cared for and educated well" said Fatih resigned, who was not involved, it was as if he had been hunching on his disappearance.

Deg.

Instantly the heart, lungs, liver and all the organs in the body like Ibra suddenly stopped. His bones seemed to weaken, when he heard the woman he loved so much speak, as if his death was imminent.

"Mother .." cried Fara, when the child threw himself in the lap of the Mother. Fatih could only stroke the child who was hugging her stomach. Kissing Fara's curls with her tears.

"Don't run, son. Later Fara tired." said Fatih so softly to Fara. Ibra who was staring at them could only endure the tightness in the endless wounds. He still couldn't accept that Fatih had to leave him again.

"It's been four years that you've been away from me, Fat! But from this second on, I won't let you go again! It won't be anymore!" Ibra's mind echoed, his hands clenched, beginning a promise to himself. That with unanimous determination, he will bring Fatih into healing.

"You have to live, Fat. Me and Fara, you still need you!"

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I want to cry, ah.💔