Twice Married

Can't be forgiven yet!

Ibra still looked at herself in the mirror. Staring at some traces of red circles that were printed clearly around his chest. He smiled and closed his eyelids. Patting both cheeks in turn. Making love again with Fatih he never imagined at all.

"It was like a dream to get into his house again." murmured Ibra happily. "Four years, I can only shadow Fatih without being able to touch her like now" he said.

"You are where I live. I am calm with you. Even back then with Jihan, I had never been this happy when I had felt the release." The man's tears were dripping again. Ibra's heart was so soft, he unceasingly thanked Allah SWT.

Because actually Fatih always sincerely give his body and love, always participate in the game they are playing. Different things with Jihan, he will always refuse with various reasons. Just being passive like a stiff banana stem, can not make a husband happy and happy while on the bed. Don't forget that your husband needs love and sex.

"Dad...?" fatih's voice sounded from outside while knocking on the bathroom door. Ibra quickly wiped her tears and wiped her face with running water in the sink.

"Yes for a minute, Bun." she replied.

Without waiting for Ibra to open the door, Fatih quickly snatched inside. With a sudden unbearable step, Fatih immediately sat on the closed to urinate.

This was indeed Fatih's custom during marriage, and Ibra longed for his wife's habit. Fatih can not in the slightest to resist urination. Then he will always interfere with Ibra's activities in the bathroom.

Ibra just looked at his wife while laughing softly.

"Dad thought it had changed, knew it was still the same until now."

"Mother keblet, Dad."

Ibra smiled again while rubbing her wet hair with a towel dangling beautifully on her chest.

"Father first yeah."

Fatih nodded while massaging the push button above closed. Ibra stepped out of the bathroom. Again and again his heart again shone, when he saw a dress stelan complete with underwear was on the sofa that was beside the bed.

"My training has returned!" yells slowly. It is also a routine Fatih never absent he did, during his time as Ibrahim's wife four years ago. Ibra is never allowed to pick or pick her own clothes out of the closet.

"Mother ... Daddy!!" a loud cry rang out from outside the room door accompanied by a palm strike. Ibra who had just finished getting dressed, immediately stepped quickly towards the door. Turn the key and open the door to her room.

"Well, my son has arrived." Ibra grabbed Fara from Kak Eko's sling. Plied Fara's face with a kiss.

"Father was very much the same as Fara."

Fara put both her hands around her father's neck. He also wrestled with Ibra.

"Sir Eko is alone?" ask Ibra.

"Yes, here, Bra. Intan can't come, because his friend came to the house."

"Eh, brother, when will I arrive." asked Fatih whose steps had just arrived between them.

"Mother ..." Fara turned towards Fatih, he extended his hand to enter the Deck of the Mother.

"Mother misses you, son." Fatih stroked the body of Fara, the child she had been missing for one week. He always felt guilty because in that period, he paid less attention to Fara.

"Kok is still pale, Fat? Uhm ..." Sis Eko looks throbbing, immediately his worries disappear, from the hair Fatih and Ibra who look still wet and the smell of shampoo has been sniffed clearly, Kak Eko also knows what his sister-in-law has done, he said, until Fatih's face paled.

"Don't be too porsiry, Bra. Your wife is tired!" misik Kak Eko, made the couple chuckle.

"Kor, Sis. Four years I wait for Fatih." replied Ibra made Fatih's face flushed like a tomato because it held the shame.

Eko laughed at that.

"Yes, Brother came home first yes, outside it was very cloudy, afraid of heavy rain." Brother Eko handed me Fara's bag, which contained some clothes, milk supplies and toys Fara while staying at his grandmother's house.

"Before I came here I had eaten, so I was still full."

"Yes, come on, brother. We're moving forward" Ibra said. They also passed to the main door to take Kak Eko back into the car.

Fara continued to wave her hand until the shadow of Kak Eko's car was nowhere to be seen. Ibra brought his son and wife back inside and locked the door tightly. Coinciding with the arrival of Bu Dasih from the kitchen who intends to leave home.

"Wanna go home now, Mom?" ask Fatih.

"Yes, Madam. Before the rain, it's okay, sir, if I get home an hour early?"

"It's okay, Mom. Would you like to be taken home?"

"Yes, Mom. In between, yes the same Mas Ibra." continued Fatih.

"No, sir, thank you very much. But it's like my son's waiting in front of me." Ms. Dasih glanced at a glance out from inside the window.

"Oh got picked up, yeah if so. Be careful on the road, ma'am." said Fatih. Ibra turned the key to her door again and invited Ms. Dasih to come home.

"Be careful, ma'am." said Ibra.

Ma'am Daih nodded and stepped quickly towards the gate. Though at this time, it was still afternoon, but because it was cloudy it made the sky turn darker faster. The wind was blowing hard around their home.

"Mother ... Milk." great-grandchild.

Ibra quickly locked the door and followed Fatih who was carrying Fara to the dining table.

"Yes, son." replied Fatih, then sat Fara on the dining table chair. Open Fara's bag and grab a can of powdered milk with a few bottles of it from there.

"Well, come be beautiful father's son, who's nervous?" ask Ibra when she gets to the dinner table. Gently touch the braids in the child's hair.

"Sister Niken, Father .." answered Fara plainly.

Deg.

Instantly Fatih who just wanted to pour the formula milk powder into the bottle, just fell silent. He slightly lowered his head, stopping his finger play on the kitchen table.

The silence was felt by her husband. Ibra looked at Fatih who was still turning her back at the dining table. Ibra knew Fatih was still difficult to reconcile with his nephew.

Fatih grimaced back, holding her stomach. Somehow hearing Niken's name called, made his body again sick. Ibra got up from the chair to grab Fatih.

"Hurt her stomach again?" ibra asked while holding Fatih's stomach. The woman just kept quiet and shook her head. Ibra took his wife's hand to sit at the table.

"Wait a minute, let me make some milk for Fara" he said. Then back to the kitchen table to make milk Fara.

"Mother why?" asked Fara to her mother who was suddenly silent. Ibra also looked at it briefly, seeing Fatih who was still silent there.

"Mother .." asked Fara again, and Fatih chose to be quiet. I don't know why the shadow of his late mother reappeared. It made his heart sad again. Remembering the guilt, for lying to her mother.

"Is there still no apology for Niken, do you, Bun?" ibra asked in her heart.

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