Twice Married

Let my mom be happy

Either way Mother Hanum was once her Mother-in-law, her Mama's best friend and more importantly her Grandmother Fara. Women who have never seen Fara at all or touched her more closely.

A few hours ago Kak Intan contacted Ibra, she said Ms. Hanum had a heart attack. Before he fell and was unconscious. He mentioned Fara and Fatih. Brother Intan asked Ibra to take them, fearfully it was a request of Mother Hanum for the last time.

Without having to be seduced first, Fatih just say yes. He had sinned, when the late Father Ibra died, Fatih did not come with Fara. Because at that time Mama Tari was still alive and did not allow the child to see her in-laws at the last line of life.

Ibra was still focused on driving, her eyes staring straight at the highway she was now passing. There was clear water so dripping from the corner of Ibra's eye. And Fatih caught that view.

"Mas .." her greeting. While wiping the tears that are falling. Ibra gasped when she saw Fatih slightly approaching to wipe her tears from the side.

"When have you been wearing glasses, Mom?" ask Fatih.

"I wear glasses if I just drive, Fat. Let my view be clearer." replied Ibra still giving a smile.

Fatih nodded and finished his swipe on Ibrahim's delicate cheek. How happy Ibra, Fatih was not as cold as when they had a fight earlier.

"There's a lot I don't know about you, Mas" he said, smiling.

Fatih sat back in his chair. Sometimes he stared at the rearview mirror to watch Fara playing with her dolls in the back seat.

"It's just my physical change, but my heart remains the same, Fat."

Making Fatih sigh, he did not want Ibra to go back to discussing about the wishes she wanted to refer to.

"Why can you relapse, Mom?" Fatih diverted the question. Ibra's face dimmed, when the trap was unrequited. He knew that Fatih was just avoiding him.

"Maybe he misses you and Fara."

Fatih fell silent again, a sip of saliva he swallowed deep into his throat. While he became a guilty person, because it had become a prolonged burden on Mother Hanum's heart.

"Dad .." Fara's loud voice called from behind.

Fatih looked back and Ibra answered but just looked at her son through the rearview mirror.

"Barbie's broken! Faya wants a boneca agih, Dad." Faradisa is a curly-haired, white-skinned curly boy whose face is very similar to Ibra's. Fara and Ibra are like duplicate keys. They are both too similar, their nature is almost the same.

"Mara ..."

At that moment Fara fell silent, because she heard Mother calling her name. He knew that the Mother did not like his wishes.

Ibra laughed and continued to watch her child in the rearview mirror.

"Later abis look at grandma, we buy another doll yes, son." invite Ibra to make Fara's face immediately sparkle.

"It's okay, Fat. I work from morning till night, it's just for you both."

Fatih only reviewed a thin smile, as thin as the surface of the skin is so arid without nutrients. Fatih chose to lean his head and closed his eyes. Fatih is easy to fall asleep if you like to lean in the car seat.

"Mother, no, Dad?" Fara approached to wake her mother. Ibra also forbids.

"Don't Fara, the mother is sleeping, son." Ibra threw out Fara's hand when she wanted to touch her face.

Fara, the submissive child, just nodded her head and inched to sit on the lap of Ibrahim who was driving. Hugged Dad's chest, and then slept there.

"Oh my God, thank you. It has allowed your servant to return close to them." shouts Ibra, with happy tears coming back down the surface of her cheeks.

Really, for four years, Ibra could only wait for a miracle to get as close to Fatih and Fara as he is now. Ibra pulled Fatih's hand for him to hold. But apparently Fatih who was still asleep, did not realize that his body began to lean toward Ibra.

"Mother and Child when sleeping makes no difference. Snoring all..." Ibra laughs.

Then bring Fatih's body to enter his deck as well. His left hand locked onto Fatih and Fara's body, now he is turning the driving pressure slowly because he only uses one right hand.

Ibra repeatedly kissed the hair of his ex-wife.

"I'll make sure, in a few days, we'll be husband and wife again, Fat!" decak Ibra's. He refocused driving to penetrate the long journey to Jakarta with a face shining with enthusiasm.

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Fatih was still dumbstruck, staring blankly at the Hospital corridor with her daydream.

"Tok can along the way I sleep while hugging, Mas Ibra?" ask him on the heart.

He was so shocked, when Ibra woke him who had accidentally fallen asleep during the trip, when they had reached the Hospital. Then his mind fell out, as Ibra clasped his fingers. Close their palms together to become one again when their footsteps were still tracing the same floor, towards the room they wanted to go to.

Fatih looked down at the hands of those who were holding each other, then his eyeballs he turned to be dragged to look at the face of Ibra from the side who was holding Fara.

"My heart's pounding like this, huh?" ask again. And foolishly he did not catch the face of Ibra who was laughing at a glance at Fatih's nervousness.

"Same, Fat. My heart seems to want to be dislodged, so happy because it can hold your hand again." Ibra said.

Looks like the inner telepathy between them is still functioning properly. True love is still in their hearts.

After a long walk down the corridor of the Hospital. Their footsteps were right in front of the ICU room door. But Ibra did not find her family here.

"Sus, sorry. Is it true that Hanum's mother is inside?" ibra asked the nurse who had accidentally come out of the ICU.

"Oh Ny Patient. Hanum huh? Just transferred to a regular inpatient room, sir. About thirty minutes ago in Mussa's room."

"Good, Sus. Thank you very much." replied Ibra and Fatih together.

Ibra's face looks happy, not when his mother has passed the critical period. He was worried about his mother's situation. Not infrequently bad thoughts like to come sniffing in his head. Because they are too long on the road, the toll road is so crowded. Because there is a car accident that becomes the main conflict.

Ibra again took Fatih's hand, to go to the treatment room where her mother was lying down now. Fatih is nervous again, he will meet the Ibra family back after four years. The shame that was filled with guilt, still reigned in his head without wanting to disappear.

"You sick again, Fat?" asked Ibra who stopped her steps immediately.

"Huh? Why, Mas?" Fatih who was not so responding, then repeated Ibrahim's question.

"It's your hands are cold." Answer Ibra. He led Fatih's eyes towards the arm with their hands.

Fatih wanted to take off but Ibra held back. "Don't let go, Fat! Let my mommy be happy to see us like this."

Again because of hearing the name of Mother Hanum who is called to make Fatih can not be evaded. I don't know why the power he used to resist Ibra. Right now it's just gone, carried by the wind somewhere.

"Is there something strange about me?" ask Fatih confused.

He did not know, if at this time the Universe began to flip his heart to want to open up again to accept the presence of Ibrahim. Allah knew the right person to accompany Fatih when fighting his disease that began to spread violently, namely only the figure of Ibrahim Attar that could not be replaced by anyone.

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