Twice Married

Forever You Are!

You should do a blood wash immediately. Because of kidney disease Mother has entered into the category of chronic.

Fatih was still silent on the back of the bed while staring at the sunlight that began to enter into the thin curtains in her treatment room. For a moment both eyes blinked, as they were reflected in the speech of the Urology Specialist Doctor an hour ago, when examining him in this room. Inevitably, Fatih had to remain hospitalized for a few days.

"Mother ..."

Fatih turned her head when her new husband entered the room calling her. The man came by bringing a number of grocery bags for Fatih's needs during his stay here.

"Dad, may not, if Mother is treated at home?" ask Fatih. Ibra pulled out a chair to sit next to his wife's bed.

"Don't Bun, just here first. I'll always nemenin Mommy here." Ibra grabbed his wife's hand for him to hold. He knew his wife was worried.

"But what about Fara?"

No parent can easily leave a child if they are in this situation. Moreover, Fara is a child who easily cries, if the Mother leaves him for a long time. Once upon a time, Fatih did not go to work because Fara was so fussy and continued to cry not to be left behind. He cried all day until he vomited.

Ibra was silent for a moment and then said back. "Forced Fara will bring me here, but if it's night, let's not stay too long at the Hospital, Bun."

Fatih nodded and agreed. There was no other choice but to choose such a path.

"Yes, fine." replied Fatih, then she chose to close her eyes again.

"Mother .."

"Hmm..?" Fatih opened her eyes again and gently stroked her husband's cheek.

"Yes, Dad, why?" he asked with a weak face.

Ibra shuffled to hug his wife's stomach. Put his head there.

"Why are you, Mas? Sleepy?" ask Fatih. He knew that Ibra was guilty. Wrong, because Fatih found out that Kiran had hugged herself just now.

"Mother's mad at Daddy?" ibra asked slightly raised her face to look at Fatih.

Fatih laughed a little. "Anged?" he repeated Ibra's speech.

"Mother must have been upset by what Dad was doing with Kiran just now." Ibra lays her head again in the belly of his wife.

"Oh so that's what Kiran's name is?" Ibra frowned as she felt Fatih's tone of voice sound ordinary, not surprised or upset at all.

Ibra again looked up at his face, then looked straight at his wife.

"For God's sake, I don't--"

Cup.

Ibra instantly fell silent as Fatih kissed her lips. The cornea of Ibra's eyes just bought it not because of.

"Bun?"

Fatih smiled sweetly.

"Dad don't worry, Mother has heard all your conversations from beginning to end. And Mommy is a bit lazy just a sentence that makes you so confident-Her mother Fara never threw me out of her heart, emm.pede really anyway!" Fatih laughed softly as she again kissed her husband's forehead which was still gawking in disbelief.

"So Mother heard everything? Alhamdulillah-" said Ibra gratefully. It was no longer necessary to accept Fatih's tantrums about this misunderstanding.

Fatih.

"Because I know, Mother still loves Dad all this time. But you're too expensive to sell, Fat! It's so bad for me to be a widower for four years like that!" Ibra snorted lazily.

"Eh but for the hug scene, Mommy is a little angry huh. Anyway, it can't be!"

"Sorry, Bun. Dad was too shocked, somehow Dad understood his feelings when he was sick to be forced to forget. Like Dad used to be with Mommy."

"God! Huh!" Fatih shook his head while putting two fingers in front of Ibra's lips so that the man was silent.

"Don't remember what you used to be, Dad. Forget it!" fatih Pinta. Ibra grabbed Fatih's hand and kissed him many times.

"But it seems like Kiran is a good woman huh, she is also beautiful. Does he like kids?"

Deg.

Somehow hearing his wife talk like this made Ibra's chest shake again. The man was confused, Fatih should be angry, why even praise the woman.

"Can he wait for you, Mom?"

"meaning?" Ibra stared at Fatih's globular eyes which were looking straight at him.

"Looks like she's fit, to be Fara's Grandmother."

At once, Ibra took off their hands. As much as he was shocked, getting such a sentence out of Fatih's lips.

"He loves you with all your flaws, Mas. Maybe I'll go quietly, if I give you and Fara to the right person."

Actually, Fatih knows with his own circumstances that it is difficult to survive this disease. For a long time, he knew that his disease could not only be treated with just regular blood washing therapy.

But he had to get a kidney donor as soon as possible, and Ibra didn't know about it. Thank God the doctor did not have time to discuss the problem of kidney donors to Ibrahim. He knew that having dialysis therapy would have no effect.

There was a faintly visible glass splint inside Ibrahim's eyelids. The man seemed to want to cry holding back the grief.

"You are my wife, forever you! No one is able to take your place in our hearts!"

Fatih fell silent and wiped away the tears that started to drip from the corner of her husband's eyes. Gently stroked Ibra's cheek and kissed her.

"I want you to be happy, Mas." whispered.

"But I'm happy if I'm with you!" Ibra remained firm. "Anyways, you should do that dialysis therapy fast! If you can, start today, how?" pinta Ibra is hopeful.

Fatih shook her head. "According to Doctor's orders, Mas." Fatih again reminded that the dialysis schedule will be done after he was out of hospitalization.

"You're calm, baby, you're gonna get well!" Ibra looked at Fatih full of hope and prayer. "I'll always get you, you'll have to recover yeah, for both of us."

The heart of the wife who will not be filled, if the husband is so healing for himself.

"Am I really going to recover without a kidney donation?" lirih Fatih in his heart. If Ibra had known, he would have darted straight to the Doctor, to give the Kidney he had to Fatih. Of course Fatih did not want to sacrifice her husband in this case, because he already knew Ibra would definitely do that.

"Hug me, Mas. I miss being hugged by you." Fatih stretched out her arms to receive a hug from Ibra. The man also hugged his wife. It was romantic, embracing a sick wife with all the zeal and incessant prayer coming out of Ibrahim's lips.

"For ever, Bun is with Dad. Never leave again." said Ibra Parau, stroking gently his wife's back, buried her head in the intersection of Fatih's neck. The woman felt a clear water that felt warm wet her neck.

Ibra was crying and hugging his wife.

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