Twice Married

Patience Mother, there is a Father here!

A week passed. Hanum's mother had returned home two days earlier than Fatih. Fatih had been feeling better three days ago, but Ibra kept his wife in the hospital until she was fully recovered.

And during their one-week marriage, Ibra had not yet obtained her rights from Fatih. He waited patiently until his wife was healthy. Every night Fatih offers himself. But Ibra did not have the heart with Fatih's physical condition is still weak.

Ibra was seen pushing a wheelchair that Fatih was in towards Hemodialysis with a nurse who was in charge of delivering them. Before Fatih returned home, he was asked by the doctor to undergo dialysis earlier than the specified time, and Fatih is ready to do the dialysis again and undergo every series of examination process before he actually undergoes the process of dialysis.

Every night Ibra would wake up to perform the evening prayer. He prayed weeping, raising his hands together to pray for the recovery of his wife. He was convinced that with prayer and effort, Fatih would be healed.

"Wait a minute, Mom, sir." The nurse asked them to wait in the transit room before entering the hemodialysis room.

At once Ibra looked a little in shock, staring at the patients lying in bed with their blood flowing in a hose to put into a washing tube in a transparent glass door.

Some were grimacing sick, some were vomiting and some were ordinary. Side effects depend on each patient's condition.

Ibra stroked his wife's shoulder. "Prophey yes, Bun. There's Dad ..."

Fatih looked up at her husband's face, she smiled and nodded.

"Please, Mom." The nurse returned and allowed them to enter the Hemodialysis room. He directed Fatih to lie in the most corner of the bed. Ibra lifted Fatih's body from a wheelchair to be laid to the patient's bed, and after that the nurse began to prepare the equipment to be used by Fatih.

The pale face continued to grimace as several needles had already stuck in his veins. One needle to drain blood into the tube, and one needle to return blood from the machine to the body. The process of blood washing ranges from 2.5 to 4.5 hours.

And

Byrrr

Ibra's eyes bulged, as a stream of deep red blood flowed from Fatih's body in a hose that would boil down to a machine for washing.

"If you want to vomit, there's plastic here, ma'am." The nurse kept instructing Fatih and Ibra on what effects the body would feel.

The nurse finally passed after Fatih and Ibra nodded their heads. Ibra pulled out a chair to sit next to Fatih's bed, staring at the machine that was collecting his wife's blood there.

"Bloodwashing is like medicine, so a person with kidney, like a faulty exhaust machine. Harmful material can not get out, because it takes it out must be by washing the blood, Mas."

Ibra nodded while holding his wife's hand. He stared at the long hose attached to Fatih's hand.

"The process is old, Dad. Mommy should be left alone, Mother can be alone here. Dad went to the office." asked his wife.

Ibra shook her head. Although Tomi has contacted him many times, reminding Ibra to enter the office first, because there are several meetings with important clients, and Ibra was forced to be absent, asking Tomi who replaced him.

"Dad will stay here, mother!"

Just walking for half an hour, it was seen that Fatih's body had reacted. The woman shivered. Ibra swiftly enveloped his wife.

"Patience, Mother. Patience." whispered Ibra continue to strengthen his wife. Fatih nodded with trembling lips.

"If things could be reversed, I would be willing to take your place on this bed." Ibra's voice cried.

As much as Ibra calmed Fatih, began to rub gently, kissing her. Massaging some parts of his body, offering to eat, drink, anything that would make his wife comfortable will do, and Fatih just shook his head and concentrated to withstand the pain that began to come to his body.

"Mas ... Sick." it's raucous.

"Yes, my dear, be patient." Ibra kissed Fatih's forehead which felt very cold.

Not having the heart to see Fatih like this, he also began to approach the nurse to complain about what Fatih felt, but the nurse could only explain that the effect would disappear after the dialysis process was completed. Ibra could only let out a long sigh, staring sadly at Fatih who was still curled up from the cold.

"Hopefully your struggle to heal me, will not be in vain, Mas." said Fatih who was still staring at Ibra was talking to one of the Nurses who was on his desk.

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After completing dialysis therapy. Ibra brought Fatih to go home. Ibra has asked for help Kak Intan to deliver Fara to his house.

Fatih was still gawking in disbelief, her two eyes left open without a blink at all. He was surprised not to play, staring at the magnificent house with two floors. Looks pretty beautiful garden and well-maintained, many of Fatih's favorite flowers there. He knows Ibra is a plant lover. That beautiful garden, Ibra must have taken care of it.

"This is your house, Mom?" tanyakanya.

"To be more precise, home for you and Fara." replied Ibra.

"Is this not greatness, Mas?"

"Oh, you've come home anyway, this ..." Mother Dasih, art at Ibra's. He was seen coming out of the house with an apron on his chest. Turning his eyeballs to guess the woman who was standing next to his employer.

"This, Mrs Fatih?" guess it quickly.

"Yes, Mom. How know?" replied Fatih while sticking out a hand to shake hands. Since Ibu Dasih is old, Fatih should respect him.

"And his picture Madam, a lot of it on the wall of the house" replied Mother Dasih honestly.

"Oh, time?" fatih's face immediately sparkled, then he looked at Ibra with tears that had been welled up.

Ibra clasped her hand on his wife's shoulder. "You're so nice, Mom. Though I've been evil with you .." he explained.

Of course the remark made Mother Daih to link her eyebrows. The middle-aged woman felt strange.

"Every day at the dinner table, she talked about her mother Fara. Said he was kangen, but Madam kept busy in Banten?" Dasih's mother took a look at her employer's words. Either this woman was happy to see Fatih finally coming.

Fatih turned to look at Mother Dasih, he while catching something strange from the baby lung woman.

"So Ma'am Dasih, don't know if me and Mas Ibra are actually already--"

"Let's talk again, yes, you rest first in the room." Ibra interrupted Fatih's words. Then he looked towards Ma'am Dasih. "Food is ripe, Mom?"

"Now, sir, when it's all ripe. I'll tell ya to the room."

"Good, Mom. Thank you." said Ibra and Fatih. They also stepped inside.

"Mas, why?" whispered.

"For two years Miss Daasih worked here, she did not know that the father was a widower, Bun. He doesn't know we're divorced." replied Ibra.

"It's bad you lied to people, Mom." Fatih laughs.

Ibra laughed too.

Again and again Fatih's face was stunned. Looking at Ibra's house so elegant. There were still some items that Fatih had bought back in the old house, and Ibra brought them back to this house.

Just as he stepped in the middle of the stairs, his footsteps came to a halt. He stared at a picture on the wall. His first wedding photo with Ibra was a few years ago. A picture with a smile from both of them. Both new to know because betrothed, then married.

"Maybe this photo, it'll be replaced with our second wedding photo, after the reception." Ibra smiled to see his wife rubbing their wedding photos are still well maintained.

"Repception, Mum?" ask Fatih.

"For what, Mom? We are also married. Waste of money." continued Fatih again.

"But from the first wedding to the second, we haven't done the reception dear. I want to make you queen for a day, just like Jihan used to."

Fatih stared at the foot of Ibra's eyeball, there was a seriousness of love there.

"You're a precious woman, it's appropriate that I make you proud."

Faintly the corner of Fatih's lips lifted up perfectly, she smiled looking at her husband. They also look at each other in love. Ibra who saw Fatih was a little fresh and his face was back in a blush. Without waiting for long, he buried his lips on his wife's lips. They again sip each other's lips in the middle of the stairs.

Fatih had closed his eyes and slightly opened his lips as a code that Ibra could continue the lip game with a more demanding scene. Ibra held both of Fatih's hands around her neck, continuing to sip the sweet taste of her lips and tongue inside her mouth.

They miss me very much. No matter if Miss Daasih who is still in trouble in the kitchen will see them like this. Ibra's two hands continued to move gently, rubbing his wife's back. The man enjoyed a soft bite reply from Fatih on his lips.

Desire was already equally seething, flowing all the way to the bottom of the highest brain. Ibra quickly took off the fence and carried his wife in a bridal style. Fatih did not struggle at all, instead he again kissed Ibra, making both of them burned again in the romance.

They continued to step towards the bridal room, which was too late to touch.

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Hahahaha, who else is on the uptight I skip, hayo ngagung??? wkwkwkw.

Later that night, God willing, if I am not busy, I will love one more episode. Do you know what to do if I want to give you one more episode? so do not be stingy with me yes, like and comment a lot.

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