Twice Married

Then Kill Me Only!

After returning from the Hospital, Ibra invited Fatih and Fara to enter one of the lesehan restaurants around Sawarna beach. Eating three comfortably certainly never imagined in the mind of Ibra or Fatih. Four years apart in distance and time, the Universe is now giving them a second chance to enjoy togetherness again, even though it is no longer in the marriage line.

Ibra occasionally looks at Fatih. But Fatih would still stop him and choose to look the other way. Fatih felt inferior, he was not confident. Fatih felt that she was not as beautiful as she used to be, compared to Ibra, the man looked even more dashing. In fact, it is not uncommon for visiting guests to eat at this restaurant, capturing Ibra in full gaze longing.

Fatih was jealous too, and Ibra liked it.

"You're still like my old Fatih, the jealous." Ibra commented a faint smile on her face. For him Fatih is still home to leave behind all the desires and love that is in him.

"Don't swallow it, son. Chew first!" fatih said to Fara while feeding rice with a bunch of fingers.

"So, uh, is that Emam?" fara asked, making Fatih's bead look towards the man.

Ibra gasped when she was caught staring at Fatih with a look of love. The man again lowered his gaze towards the already cold food in front of him. Pretend to take a spoon and put a little rice in his mouth.

"It's Daddy eating, son." replied Ibra. Fatih only gave a slow snort, he returned to feed Fara until the food ran out.

Drrt drrt drrt

Ibra put a spoon on the plate when she wanted to reach for the vibrating phone in her pocket.

He looked at the phone screen and found Tomi's name there.

"Fat I'll let you pick up the phone." Fatih nodded without turning her head, she was still focused on feeding Fara.

Ibra stepped a few meters away from the restaurant. The beach breeze and the rising sunlight began to make him squint both his eyes.

"Yes, Tom. How'd it go?"

"Fahmi has been successfully arrested by the Police, Bra."

There was a satisfied smile flowing on Ibrahim's face. "At least it's not our hands that put the man in jail" Ibra replied on the phone.

"He got into our trap" Tomi said across the street with a laugh.

"Make sure all the shares return to Facorp, without exception. Don't leave a single thing for him!" titah Ibra's.

"Breaks, Bra. You're coming home this afternoon to Jakarta, right?"

Ibra pensively turned to Fatih and Fara who were still in the restaurant.

"Lo Handel was my job, Tom. Ask for help if you need to. I want to be here first, Fatih's sick." Ibra's face is back sad every time I remember that.

"Huh? What pain, Bra? You need what there, let me send it now!"

"I'll tell you later in Jakarta. Please find the best Urology Specialist Doctor and his Hospital facility, Tom. Soon I'll get Fatih there."

"What are you doing better with Fatih?"

Of course Tomi's question, made Ibra pause for a moment before he decided to end their conversation.

"Let's call again, Tom. The point is that I used to handle my work."

"God willing, Bra. Ready it!"

Tut's.

Their phone connection was also cut off. Once after the incident was deceived by Fahmi, Ibra began to look for Tomi and began to make calculations with him. At that time Kasih and Tomi only knew the truth, if they were only used by Fahmi to bring down Ibra.

Making the man lose to the worst, hated by the in-laws and divorced by the wife when the child was just three months old, even Ibra was not allowed Fatih while straining Fara in the maternity room. Ibra must get back stressed and destroyed. Fatih was the same, what he had just scorched without remaining.

Tomi rests at Ibra's feet, apologizing. Tomi and Kasih have visited Fatih several times, to receive Ibra again. But the woman refused. Yes, so Ibrahim, he still has a clean heart, he wants to forgive and accept Tomi back to be his friend, because he knows Tomi is only used by Fahmi, he wants to forgive, and from then on Tomi wants to help Ibra to get back up and get back to business. Tomi was married to Kasih, even given twins at once.

Speaking of Facorp. Ibra arranged for the scheme to withdraw the shares from Fahmi, he wanted the son of a bitch to give the right, owned by Fatih. Over the years, Ibra began pioneering Facorp. He will give it to Fatih, when the company is enough to be released. Ibra just wants to pay for his mistakes, which is honestly not him who did.

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"I want to be here with you, can't I?"

Fatih did not answer, he preferred to pass by bringing Fara into the house. Ibra quickly tailed from behind, following Fatih's steps all the way to the room.

"Dad.." Fara's muttering voice stopped when her tiny body was laid by the Mother in the middle of the bed. Covering the child's body with a blanket patterned princess ana.

Fatih rolled her eyeballs towards Ibra, glanced at him then passed leaving him to go towards the main door. "Let's go home!" Fatih extended her hand outwards, allowing Ibra to lift her foot from her house.

"I want to be here first, Fat. I want to take care of you." Ibra replied with a pleading hiss. The man still chose to stand on the doorstep of the room.

They stared at each other in distance, both longing. Even the sun that wants to sink knows that.

Fatih shook her head. "Come, Mas. Go home, my body is still not strong enough to argue with you!" fatih said firmly. He grimaced a little because the pain in his stomach was still felt.

"Euh.." breathed Fatih while holding her stomach.

Ibra with a thousand steps, approached Fatih and brought her to sit on the sofa.

"Sick again, huh? Come with me to Jakarta, Fat. I want to treat you there!"

Fatih took Ibra's hand off hers. "Don't do this, Mum. We're not muhrim." Fatih shifted her seat, so that the two of them became distant.

"Then let's get married again, Fat. I still love you." said Ibra, he continued to convince Fatih with all the sincerity of his love.

"I'm tired of marriage, Mom. I've been married twice, and it's all messy!" Fatih wiped away the tears that had reappeared.

Ibra shuffled to approach Fatih again. Wanted to hold on, but Fatih refused. "Mas please don't believe me! You used to be a polite man, Mom!" Fatih opened his eyes.

"I've changed a lot since you left me. Make my soul empty. Make me tormented at night without you by my side! Keep me away from Fara, even when you're sick, you also keep me out!" Ibra continued to issue her uncles which she felt to Fatih for four years.

Fatih just stared straight ahead, he did not want to look at Ibra.

"I don't deserve you, Mom! There are still many women who are on par with you..."

Fatih's answer so pierced Ibrahim's heart. It was hard to get his heart back.

"For the four years we've been divorced, there must have been some women who have filled the niche of your heart." Fatih guessed again.

Yes, indeed many women who passed through into the life of Ibrahim for the last four years, although Ibra only considers them like the wind that passes. at the bottom of his heart still wants his true love back, namely, Ibra, Fatih Medina's.

Feeling Ibra was just silent, made Fatih think that his speech was right. And Ibra is hard to answer honestly.

"What do I really say? Do you have a candidate?" ask Fatih. Makes Ibra dare to shake her head.

"For God's sake, nothing, Fat!" Ibra answered with certainty. Back to clutching Fatih's very thin hand. "I'm still expecting you back." Ibra continued with a never-changing warmth. Making Fatih close both eyes, like being swept away by the attention Ibra gave.

Fatih regained her senses, and took off the hand.

"That can't happen, Mom. I have also inflicted a lot of wounds on your family. I've hurt precious people in their lives. I made you an outlet for my parents' frustration!" Fatih paused her speech, her stomach pain surfaced and felt back, she tried to catch her breath to go back free.

"Already, Mas. Maybe our matchmaking rope has stopped. You don't have to bother wanting to come back just because I'm dealing with my illness. God willing, I can still bear it myself, just like in this past year."

"Then kill me, Fat! If you still don't believe in the sincerity of my heart for you!"

Fatih looked back at Ibrahim's bead, looking for a ray of falsehood but unfortunately he did not find. In fact, there was only a tinge of slump that he had once deliberately applied there. Fatih felt inappropriate, to return to Ibra when he was no longer useful.

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