Twice Married

Threesome Night.

"I'm sorry, Fat, I'm calling you at night."

Fatih was still sitting in a chair that was parallel to the door of the room. He listened to Dias' voice on the phone.

"I think the plan to Bandung tomorrow in cancel first yes, Fat. You see, I suddenly had to replace Andre to take care of." There was a heavy sigh across there.

Dias, Fatih's cousin served as a Doctor at a private Hospital in Jakarta. He plans to bring Fatih to Bandung, introducing Fatih to his friend who is also a fellow Urology Specialist Doctor. Dias had wanted to match Fatih with his doctor friend. But Fatih refused.

"It's okay, kok, Yas. Besides, it seems not now, you know, my money is not enough" replied Fatih.

Sometimes he looked outside to watch Ibra sleeping on the sofa. Moments ago, Fatih held onto Ibra's warm forehead before she spread a blanket over him. Fatih deliberately sat in a chair in the room, near the door he accidentally opened half, in order to keep an eye on Ibra and Fara at once.

"Yes, when I think of money, there I am, Fat." An upset voice sounded from there.

Fatih smile. "Gue has been a lot of ribetin lo from since Papa was sick, your money alone can not I cicil, Yas, sorry yes.."

"Udah ah I don't want to be horrified, the language ginian mulu deh. Yes, I'll finish my business. I'll pick you up, we'll go to Bandung."

"Yes, be careful, Yas. Greetings to Andre."

Tut's.

The phone connection between Dias and Fatih was cut off. Fatih pensively while looking at Fara who was still sleeping on the mattress. Far from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to heal for Fara. But somehow that hope is always dashed and lost, making it become lost hope.

Just now Fatih was about to turn his head, he had returned to rubbing his chest while privileging.

"Astagfirullohaladzim, Mas!" fatih exclaimed when his eyes just wanted to look out and found Ibra who was standing in front of the door of his room.

"What do you want, Mom?"

Ibra just stared silently, he looked straight at Fatih's face very deeply. Like there are tears that want to come out but are held back. Clenching your hands slightly because of pain. He would not have expected that all this time, his ex-wife was difficult in terms of finances.

Ibra shook her head. "I'm going to the toilet, where's the toilet?" tanya Ibra flat.

Fatih sighed because she was still shocked. She had thought, maybe her ex-husband overheard her conversation with Dias just now.

"Let me take you!" Fatih walked to get ahead of Ibra, stepped towards the toilet. Ibra followed like a toddler.

"Let's go in." Fatih opened the bathroom door, allowing Ibra to enter.

"Wait, yeah, Fat!" tell Ibra before he goes in and closes the door. Makes Fatih just sigh strangely with Ibra's behavior.

"Feel feelings, Mas Ibra never spoiled like gini." he chanted slowly.

Then Fatih was surprised to hear Fara's crying voice in her room. The child was like shocked because he did not meet the figure of his mother in the room.

"Mother ... Mother ... Mother!"

Fatih quickly left Ibra to run towards the room. He crawled to the bed and hugged Fara who was crying. Fara immediately grabbed her mother.

"God! Good boy Mother, let's go to sleep again, son. Mother here." said Fatih lying next to the child.

With a soft elusan from Fatih's hand, made Fara quiet and again closed both eyes. Fara fell asleep while hugging Fatih.

"His mother is the same father. Crying continues when you wake up, son. Fara has to be a brave child, what if Mommy is not there, son."

Fatih's soft but heart-wrenching voice made Ibra cry in the doorway of the room. The man looked at the back of Fatih who was still holding Fara there.

The tears of the man fell again.

"Four years of parting with you alone left my heart sliced and wounded long enough, what if I lose you for life? Am I going to die too?" Ibra whimpering. Both of his shoulders were shaken as he tried to hold back the sobs, lest they be heard by Fatih.

There was a group of chickens crowing away from his backyard. Along with the sound of the morning prayer that was reverberating, and the hand of Fara wriggling in front of Fatih's face, made the woman wake up.

Then

Deg.

Fatih's heart immediately slipped, like wanting to jump far to the bottom of the ocean. There was a shock that just came when he just slowly blinked his eyelids to open. There was a gasp of breath from behind the neck and a hand coiled over his stomach.

It is certain who is now behind his frail body. Not to mention there was a spear that felt pulsating touching Fatih's butt. He knew it was the center of Ibra's body that always contracted in the morning.

"Mas .." jolted Fatih. He pinched Ibra's thigh with his sharp fingernails. Ibra who is still sleepy just squirms slowly and falls asleep again.

"Wake, Mom! Why are you sleeping here!" Fatih distanced himself a little ahead. He did not want himself to intersect with Ibra's property which continued to throb.

No answer from his interlocutor, Fatih decided to twist his body to make him look at Ibra. At first he wanted to wake the man up with a curse, but his intention was uncooked. I don't know why I looked at Ibra in a sleeping position. Make Fatih's heart calm. The feeling of fear of dying, seemed to have forgotten for a moment from his head.

"Mas ... Comeup! It's dawn, you have to pray and go home" said Fatih began to change his tone to be softer. Fatih began to shake Ibra's arm, for the man to open his eyes.

Ibra, who had actually woken up, still chose to close her eyes. He misses Fatih, misses being stroked if he is on the bed. He knew this was wrong, both of them naked with no marriage ties. But how else, he missed Fatih very much. Missing her love, even this love is bigger than the form Jihan used to be.

"Astagfirullohaladzim O Allah, Ma'am!" bik Mirna exclaimed as she opened the door of her master's room. Staring in shock when he saw his father Fara fall asleep with them.

Fatih in the fog, he yelled at Ibra to wake up. The man actually knew that Bik Mirna exclaimed, but could he pull Fatih back to him?

Fatih got up to sit down, followed by Ibra who also rose up while yawning.

"Bik, don't misunderstand me. This, that, em.anuu." Fatih is hard to explain. He was confused as to what reason to tell.

"I really want to sleep here, Bik" said Ibra casually. He lay down and put his head on the pillow.

"Yes, Mom, it's okay. I'm going to the kitchen first." Bik Mirna was saying goodbye with a stupefied face, what dream he had last night, early in the morning when he came to work directly presented the scene of his father Fara was asleep there.

"Ah, sick, dear "decak Ibra complained, he rubbed his cheeks. When his hair was pulled by Fatih. Fatih who heard the greeting was stunned, for some reason his soul seemed to float full of happiness. Fatih still loves him. And in an instant, Fatih brushed off that sense and changed it.

"Let's go home!" jolted Fatih with an angry tone.

"Still sleepy, baby." Ibra closed both of her eyes.

"Yes go home first, go to bed later, Mas!"

"Not a strong road, Fat. My body is still lemes." Ibra's voice rattled up.

"As far as you go, do what. Dizziness I'm cheering you on!" Fatih pulled back the sideburns of Ibra and again the man grimaced.

Fatih got up to get out of bed, wanted to go to the bathroom to get water. While Ibra shuffled to hold Fara to sleep hugging her chest. Ibra smiled happily before returning to close her eyes, although on the other hand, she was still saddened by Fatih's disease.

But he also felt happy, because with the disease, he had a gap to return close to his ex-wife. Just imagine how much torment he had felt over the years? It's been four years that he's been yearning, yearning for nights like this. The night where he can sleep with Fara and Fatih in the same bed. He promised to make Fatih healed, and married her again.

It was a heartbreaking journey for Ibrahim Attar to travel with Fatih Medina. Fight Ibra, while Fatih is still able to survive.

"Mas ... Wake up! Come pray dawn!" Fatih shouted from outside the room.

"Eh, yes. Kirain is still midnight." Ibra also took off Fara's embrace and went down to catch up with Fatih.

***

Like and Comment it yes & __________________________________________________________