Twice Married

My soul feels shady

Come on, who hasn't slept? Bonus nih guys make you guys are a part of it

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It was almost midnight, the cold wind that blew was seen to tear the surface of the handsome man's skin. Ibra is still all her might awake in the yard of his ex-wife's house. Ibra still does not want to go home tonight, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I don't know when he'll stay here. Fatih's disease is the most dominating part of her small brain vortex. Although he had been expelled since 6 hours ago, but still, he wanted not far from the shady house.

Once every hour Fatih woke up, and saw Ibra still faithfully standing in front of his car knob. Sometimes, while covering both eyes, sometimes grimacing because of the cold or patting mosquitoes that begin to suck blood. A sacrifice he had to make, to thrill Fatih.

"God, why are you getting older, you're getting stupid!" Fatih clucked as she continued to stare at the man from behind the curtains of the house.

"Hours stand there, what try! Just make a disease!" Fatih back to cursing. He also pulled a bench to sit in front of the curtain. Look at the man she missed so much.

Seeing them like this, like the drama of a child who is sulking. The man seduced to peck for a long time in the front yard only to seduce her to come out and to forgive all her mistakes.

"Other in the soap opera, the attitude is like that! You are old, Mom! No pantes, hahaha." at least Fatih could laugh for a while. And an Ibra wouldn't fret about joking like that.

"Fat, let's dong out. I was cold!" sigh Ibra pretended to close her eyes, but she wanted to laugh because she saw the shadow Fatih was sitting staring at her from inside the house.

"Where itches, but can't scratch, fight!" Ibra was eager to yank at the fat mosquito that was sucking blood on his legs without permission.

"Hihihi, it's good to be bitten." Fatih continued to laugh when Ibra could not resist stomping her right leg with her left leg, driving away the mosquitoes that did not support her drama at all at this time.

Then

Five minutes later

Brug.

Ibra's body immediately lay on the ground. The man fainted, even though he was just acting.

"O God, it hurts, it should have passed out to the left, not knowing there was a stone! Head bump!" ibra's sigh still closed both of his eyes.

He had no other way to draw Fatih's sympathy. He knew the woman would come out to take him in.

"Astagfirullahaladzim O Allah!" fatih exclaimed hysterically, his eyes glaring sharply at Ibra.

Sure enough with lightning-fast movements, he came out of the house and ran to hit the body of Ibra who had fallen on the ground. And of course Ibra is happy about it, can he not be categorized as a male artist who has a level of overestimation?

"Mas Ibra ..." Fatih continued to stomp on the man's shoulder. Trying to wake him up, so Ibra wakes up.

"Mas, wake!" there was a slight sobbing heard as Fatih continued to try to wake Ibra up, but the man lingered on acting.

To be honest he felt guilty, it had to be like this first to get Fatih's attention. Touched like that, even though Fatih's palm gave a little pain to his face. Ibra remains happy, that's the touch she misses.

"Uhuk-Uhuk!" Ibra chose to act coughing first before opening her eyes.

"Mas Ibra, are you okay?" ask Fatih while trying to help Ibra to sit together. Ibra still pretends to hold the head that feels dizzy, even though he is holding pain in the part of his head that was accidentally hit with a stone.

"I'm why, Fat?" ask her with a made-up hoarse voice.

Wicked Ibra wanted to laugh when she saw Fatih panicking like that. He recalled the incident four years ago, where Fatih panicked to see Ibra fainted because he was almost a target of time, thanks to his stupidity at that time.

"You fell, Mom. Just lying down, someone's sick, Mom?" fatih asked, vaguely he wanted to touch Ibra's head but he said again. Fatih was instantly startled when Ibra pulled her hand to be directed to the sick center.

"Here, Fat. So sick!" ibra was like Fara whining.

"You're doing it anyway, Mas. Still in here? You should go back to Jakarta!"

"Oh Allah, Fat, I am sick again." Ibra pleaded as if begging pity.

"Yes, but it's because of your stubborn attitude!" Fatih rolled her eyes.

"Maybe I've been exposed to stubbornness from you, Fat!" ibra replied still staring in Fatih.

"Not to be discussed! Let's go home now, to your house!" Fatih pointed to a house not far from his house.

Ibra. "If I pass out again how? Continue to fit early in the morning found in lifeless conditions, later Kasian Fara, Fat. She'll be sad .. and maybe you are too." Ibra's great-grandson with a sad, contrived face.

Fatih grunted quietly. He stared into Ibra's face, thinking what was the best path he should take now. On one hand he was worried and also he still missed this man. But on the one hand, it's all impossible, bringing Ibra in would be just as problematic.

"How did it go, Mas? You should sleep, it's night!" Fatih tried to get up to stand up. And Ibra stayed in her place. Trying to reach Fatih's fingertips and whining like a baby.

"I can't possibly take you to stay inside, what people say! We're together without any marriage ties."

"Three are the same as Fara." replied Ibra plainly. Indeed every night, Fatih was alone with Fara at home. Because Bik Mirna always comes home every time magrib runs out.

"Some people know, we're husband and wife, Fat. Only Bik Mirna knows our true status. Tonight I'll just stay inside, sleep on the couch is okay too!"

"Well ah you, mending go home there! There's a good mattress, better to sleep than on the couch!" Fatih remained in his stance, not allowing Ibra to stay the night.

"This once, Fat. I want to take care of you." pinta Ibra with a sad look.

"Just go home!" Fatih stepped up to leave Ibra. His steps were slowed down as he was thinking. Ibra who saw Fatih go by, could only sigh in disappointment. The sacrifice stood for hours until it hit the rock, in fact, to no avail.

He got up to stand up and stepped towards the car while holding his back still aching.

Then.

Taps.

Fatih's footsteps came to a halt before reaching the doorway. He looked back, looking at the sturdy back that he had always embraced when night came. He looked at Ibra who was holding his head.

"I think it really hurts?" terka. Fatih decided to betray him with her lips. The lips were said to reject Ibra, but a small heart whispered to receive him.

"Maos ..." Ibra turned her head when she had just opened the car door. Raut that had previously endured sadness was now replaced with a beam of happiness.

"Alhamdulillah, my heavenly Angel is calling" said his heart. He looked at Fatih walking towards him.

"Let's stay over, but remember it's dawn you have to go home quickly, I don't want Bik Mirna to be in shock to see you're inside!" fatih said firmly. He turned again to precede Ibra.

"Mst ..."

"Hem ...?" Fatih.

"Gandeng dong, I lemes nih abis fall." pinta Ibra spoiled.

Fatih delicated his eyes while sighing lazily. He went back to the man and took him to the house.

It was very happy Ibra with the grip of a hand that he had not felt for a long time.

"It feels the same, my soul feels shady. And my heart is blooming again, Fat. Thank you, dear." only Ibra's inner voice could hear it.

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Three episodes of DKM today, do not know why I love Ibra and Fatih.

Give your love to me yes, you know you have to do, hehehhehungary.