Twice Married

Ibra Shaken

Ibra was so soft to see Dani was hugging a girl who was a little older than Fara. Dani is indeed and the child clutches her tightly. The man is still mourning the body of the wife who just finished in the cafeteria.

"I've lost a wife and two children at once. Will I feel like that again?" ibra's tears look good. He rushed to wipe those tears with his hands. I don't know why he felt there was something in his suit pocket.

"Sweep hand?" when he got that thing out of his office suit pocket.

Ibra smiled faintly, looking at the maroon-red broomstick's palm. "My wife must have put it."

He used the handkerchief to wipe away the tears and sweat that had gathered on his handsome face.

"Tom, please say the same Love, the sorrow money for Dani to be doubled. I see him." Ibra whispered to Tomi.

"Okay, Bra. Later I say the same to me." replied Tomi then looked towards Kasih who was sitting with other employees who were reading Yassin.

Ibra. "Gue get out for a second." Tomi nodded. Ibra stood up and walked out of the house. He walked up to the car and went inside.

Take a bottle and drink it until it runs out. His heart was beating fast, Ibra lowered her head while holding her chest. The anxiety of being afraid of losing seemed to be raving at him again.

Ibra rested herself on the back of the chair while closing both eyes. He breathed a few times and exhaled violently. His chest was pounding, the trauma of the past seemed to reappear.

"Yes Allah .." sigh Ibra Long. "I'm afraid Fatih will leave me and Fara" he said softly.

Ibra is getting bigger. His soul returned unsettled, both of his hands clenched firmly. He opened both eyes again to fight fear, but all of that was for free. Ibra again shuffled to take her seat, but again failed. He cupped his face in the steering wheel, holding his chest that continues to beat fast.

"Yes Allah ... I'm scared!" Ibra was crying. Mentally shaken. Ibra has only recently recovered from her mental illness in recent years. He was shaken back when his divorce with Fatih, then because of moral support from the family made him recover until now.

Then the problem came back, it is certain Ibra will relapse again with his illness. The fear of losing Fatih forever. Stopped the crying and rubbed his wet face. He grabbed his cell phone from his pants pocket and called Fatih, He needs his wife.

Tut

A phone call was heard, but Fatih did not pick up her phone. Feeling nervous increasing, sufferers of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder will be more panicked, if what he wants to embrace is not as expected. Ibra would not have calmed down if he had not heard Fatih's voice.

He looked back at the phone screen and sent a short message to Tomi. Because he has to go home. No matter what Tomi gets angry and goes home with. Without waiting for long Ibra again run his iron train to drive towards home.

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"Assalammualaikum .." said Ibra when he arrived at the door.

"Waalaikumsallam, anyone left, sir?" ask Mother Daih who is sweeping.

Ibra shook her head with a disheveled face. The middle-aged woman felt strange, why did Ibra's look change once, different when she was about to leave for work three hours ago.

"But how come home, sir? This is just a jam---"

"Mom, where's my wife?" ibra asked with a still messy breath.

"There's a room, sir. Beberes--" again"

Ibra cut off Bu Dasih's words with a nod of his head. He stepped quickly to climb the stairs.

"Mother ... Honey." cried Ibra when her footsteps had reached the door of the room that was open. Fatih looks crouching in front of the closet whose door is wide open. He was tidying up some Ibra clothes that looked messy.

"Then you're-"

Blasses.

Fatih's words came to a halt, as Ibra howled his hands under his wife's arms. Clutching Fatih's body with a sudden movement.

Fatih's face looks gawking, she was surprised why her husband's attitude like this.

"Dad why come back? Is something left behind?" ask Fatih while glancing at the clockwise direction which still shows at 10:00 am. It's impossible, right, her husband had already come home from work after leaving three hours ago? The question was the same as the one that came out of the mouth of Maam Dasih.

Ibra just kept quiet, he continued to hug his wife tightly. His heart returned to normal, the palpitations on his chest even disappeared a little. He calmly got his wife in good shape.

When does it have to be like this? Can fight the fear that will soon drive his common sense. Don't let Ibra get sick, when Fatih needs encouragement.

Before long, his heart was calm. Ibra took off the hug, looked at Fatih's face deeply, and Fatih could only stare at Ibra, waiting for the man to explain what he was worried about.

"Dad sick?" fatih asked softly, cupping the Ibra's chin intersection with both of his palms.

"Not hot, just dry gini anyway, sticky. You're abis running in the office?" Fatih laughs. For some reason Ibra was just silent and her face turned sad. The anxiety and fear reappeared, like there were various bad whispers stirring around his earlobe.

"Well, what is that face? Why you, baby?"

Ibra, who was still frozen, only complied when his hand was held by his wife to the bed. Fatih told Ibra to lie down, but her husband would not. He just sat on the bed and hugged his wife's stomach again. Makes Fatih even more wondering what's wrong with her husband.

"Don't stay with Daddy, Bun!" her door.

"Who would want to live you, Mom?" reply Fatih. He was still standing, holding tight as Ibra hugged his stomach tightly.

"Why again?" Fatih asked again, trying to take off the hug but Ibra refused. He kept his wife. Somehow the fear came back, and his heart was pounding again.

With all his might, Fatih took off the hug and grabbed Ibra's chin to look at her. So shocked she saw her husband's face was wet with tears.

Fatih sat next to Ibra, wiping her husband's tears, wiping them directly with her palms. Tears and sweat were already united there.

"Silence, baby, calm down. Tell me, what's the matter?" ask Fatih gently and carefully. He began to remove the tie, remove the office coat and open the buttons of the Ibra shirt that had been soaked in sweat.

Ibra just kept quiet, he kept staring at his wife's face with a sad look and sedan. Seeing that her husband was silent and would not answer, Fatih chose to be silent. He would not insist if Ibra did not want to talk.

Now Ibra is bare-chested, leaving only a boxer to cover the bottom.

"Buying again yes, let you eat." without waiting for an answer from the husband, Fatih got up and took Ibra to step towards the bathroom. Ibra just according, similar to Fara who will be bathed by the Mother.

Be patient Ibra, strengthen your heart and be strong in a way that you can feel.

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