Twice Married

Is that love really still there?

Tuk.

Looks Fatih is arranging the dishes on the table. He arranged according to the layout of the chair. He cooked breakfast for the housewives, including Ibra who still wanted to settle here for various cliche reasons.

Before long Fatih turned his head when Ibra's phone that was placed originally on the guest table just rang. Fatih turned to the toilet, hearing that Ibra was still struggling with water and soap, the man was still cleaning himself inside.

Fatih came closer to the bathroom door.

"Mas, your phone is ringing."

Ibra, who was not clear with Fatih's words, repeated the question again.

"Why, Fat?"

"That's your cell phone" he repeated.

"Let's go, but if it's another phone call. Pick it up, Fat." Ibra replied and then went back to blaming the water on the tap.

Fatih set foot on the guest table, grabbed the phone and looked at it.

"Kira?" Fatih spelled the name on Ibra's still-vibrating phone.

"Assalammualaikum Mas Ibra. Kiran miss me, where the hell? Yesterday Kiran to the office said Mas Tomi again look brother yes in Banten?"

Deg.

Fatih's heart was beating fast again, he was so stunned by the words of the woman who knew who and now where? What is her relationship with her ex-husband? His special friend, huh?

Whereas when Fatih cooked breakfast for Ibra, the woman's face shone again. It was like a light filled with a bunch of hope. Ibra repeatedly called him with a greeting of love and affection. The heart that had bloomed had now returned dim and closed.

Fatih still let the woman there repeat the word hello many times. Fatih kept daydreaming while lowering the phone back in her hand. He did not turn off the phone, he let Kiran turn it off first from there.

Of jealousy? Of course, Fatih Medina was a jealous woman. Not even bear with mosquitoes that are sucking blood in the body of Ibra, he still had time to be jealous.

"Who, Fat?" ibra's baritone voice, just like that, made him dedicate the base of his shoulder in shock. He looked and looked coldly at Abraham.

"Why are you, Fat?" ask Ibra carefully. He still memorizes Fatih's temper if he's sulking.

"There's Kiran calling you, she said kangen and nanyain are you really at your house right now?" replied Fatih in a flat tone.

As much as possible Fatih held back not to add to the annoyed look on his face. To be honest he wanted to curse Ibra, but it felt like it was no longer necessary. Ibra is no longer his.

Deg.

Now it was Ibra's turn to jerk, he was like he was being stung by an electric current. He knew very well, Fatih must still be angry and jealous.

"Fat ..." call Ibra, when Fatih walks past him.

"Talk to him first, who knows how important it is. Yesterday I had to go to the office to get to you!" replied Fatih who was interspersed with a soft laugh. More precisely laughter in tears. Fatih's heart was like a shred.

"It's stupid that I'm still expecting you, Mas!" in her heart.

Ibra prefers to leave the phone on and maybe Kiran is still waiting. He turned the steps to follow Fatih to the dining table.

"Bik, wake up Fara ya." said Fatih to Bik Mirna who will go into his room while carrying a pile of clothes that have been ironed.

"Yes, Mother." replied Bik Mirna.

Fatih pulled out a chair and sat there, her hands were busy pouring water on each glass.

Ibra sat next to Fatih.

"Fat, that.."

Ibra's voice was choked, when Fatih managed to cut him off.

"Eat first, before you go home, Mom! Or do you want me to stock up, so you can eat in the car?"

Ibra has memorized it very well, if Fatih like this. He must be sulking.

"Follow me to Jakarta, yes, I want to take you for treatment." pinta Ibra gently.

Fatih did not answer, he got up to the kitchen and came back while carrying a box of supplies in his hands. Pour some rice and some side dishes to pour into it.

"Fat, no!" Ibra grabbed the box and he pushed it away.

"When are you here, Mom? Please don't make me sick!"

Now they meet each other in their own egos.

"Until you come with me to Jakarta! You have to heal, Fat! You're not like Fara? He needs your affection to mature, and so does it for me." Ibra's tone sounded so soft at the end of the sentence.

"Yes, I'm going to get treatment, but not now!"

"Keep when?" as for Ibra, the patient man was increasingly targeting Fatih.

"Duh again quarreled." sighed Bik Mirna softly while holding Fara who was still holding her while closing both eyes.

"Yuk Neng we go back into the room." Bik Mirna chose to bring Fara again to enter the room. He felt he had no ethics if he still came to see the quarrel Fatih and Ibra at the dinner table.

"Please, Mom. Our business is only for Fara. Don't you interfere in my affairs anymore!" fatih.

If Fatih had not heard a phone call from Kiran, Fatih might have agreed to an offer from Ibrahim.

"Go home, Mom! There is already someone waiting for your return in Jakarta." pinta Fatih in a normal tone, he has lowered the volume of his tone that just rose just now. Fatih again grabbed a stock box that had been shifted away by Ibra.

Again and again Ibra blocked Fatih's hand when reaching for the box.

"I'm not related to Kiran, Fat. Believe me!" I don't know why I heard Ibra say this, Fatih's heart was not firm, it was getting more painful.

"It's none of my business anymore, Mom. You want to be close to anyone!" replied Fatih firmly.

"Why are you talking about that, Fat?" said plain ibra. There was a sad look on his face. He again inching to hold Fatih's hand, but the woman refused.

"I still love you, Fat. I want to ask you to be my wife again." Ibra looked at Fatih's face, while Fatih chose to turn her gaze in the other direction. As much as possible, it resists clear water so as not to spill.

"That's it, Mas. Let's open your heart to others, find a second mother for Fara. I won't be able to marry you again, Mom. What do people say? What did your family say? They'll think, I want to go back just for your money!"

"Oh Allah, Fat. Your mind has gone too far! My family always misses you, always forcing me to ask you back, and you still reject me!" Ibra remained gentle and warm while explaining the matter to Fatih. Ibra can always control emotions.

"From her name, Kiran seemed to be beautiful. His voice also still sounds young, why don't you try to open your heart to him, Mas?"

Fatih was still hurt by jealousy. Honestly, the woman did not accept, if there is a woman who misses Ibra.

"He also said kangen, how close have you been all this time? Four years, Mom. We are separated in distance and place!"

"We got married only a year ago and separated. I honestly don't know, how's your change now?"

"Is that love really there? You have been successful, my. There must be a lot of women passing by approaching you!"

"Don't because of your kasian taste to me, close your happiness with other women. You don't have to worry, I won't keep you away with Fara!"

A series of words Fatih before he chose to pass leaving Ibra at the dining table who was still stunned by Fatih's words.

"Fat .. wait, I'll explain!"

Ibra who had regained consciousness, immediately stepped as fast as lightning to catch up with Fatih to Fara's room.

But his phone was back on. His steps stopped to reach him.

"Sister Intan?" Ibra spelled out the name of her second brother on the phone screen.

"Assalammualaikum, are you hello, brother?"

Instantly Ibra's forehead shriveled. His two eyeballs swirled to and fro, when he heard his brother explaining a problem, far away.

"Oh my God, how can you?"

Fatih turned her head, when she heard Ibra's tone of voice just hysterical. He stared at the straight back of the man he still loved until this moment. Ibra turned her body to look straight at Fatih who was also looking back at her.

Ibra looked straight at Fatih with a throat skin that looked up and down. Ibra still faithfully listened to Kak Intan's voice that sounded raucous accompanied by sobs. Ibra quickly ended the call with a sad face looking at Fatih who was holding Fara.

He approached Fatih into the room.

"Please accompany me to Jakarta now, Fat. Mom's critical!"

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