Twice Married

To accompany you and Fara

Today was exactly one month of their marriage, and Ibra was growing more and more so with her fear. Especially if Fatih is relapsing with his pain, Ibra turns into a very overprotective person.

The patient man became erratic with his common sense. Every day Fatih had to come to the office, accompany him to work. That way Ibra will not be afraid if you have to leave Fatih alone at home.

Not to mention, every midnight. Ibra will wake Fatih who is asleep. In his subconscious view Fatih was seen not asleep, but like an unconscious person, or sometimes he concluded that Fatih died.

"It's better to use cctv at home, so you can keep bini lo, Bra! Kasian was Fatih, invited to continue here, all day. Just to sit down to work!" concluded Tomi after they finished the meeting with the client.

"Gue's scared, Tom! He was in pain, and I was in the office. For fear of bothering me, she prefers to go alone with Fara by taxi to the Hospital!" ibra answered with a look of fear.

"When do you want to get this? There are sick people! Didn't you hear yesterday said Dr Vera? You could relapse again, Bra! Fatih must be cured, as long as you keep encouraging him, instead of following the sick!"

For one week, Ibra swigged back a sedative to address her psychiatric issues. He asks Tomi to accompany him to the doctor, because of his inattention, anxiety and fear that continue to bind his heart and soul.

Of course all this escapes from Fatih's ignorance. She still felt that her husband was fine, even though he looked a little strange, because Ibra could still play well if he was in front of his wife.

"Kasian Fatih, he should be able to rest at home."

"But in my room there's a room, Tom. Train every day I tell you to sleep there anyway."

"Gue ain't no bus, if Fatih knows, you're relapsing again, Bra."

Ibra shook her head quickly. "Don't let Fatih know, Tom. She'll be stressed!"

"Well that's elo tau, Bra. Why not try to be realistic? Don't lose to the demons inside you!"

Ibra just fell silent, he was touched by Tomi's words. It was true, because his attitude like this had made everyone troublesome. Likewise with Fara, the little boy sometimes accompanied the mother to the office.

But these past three days, the boy was sulking from boredom. He felt the scope was narrow unlike at home. So Ibra put him in his grandmother's house first. Because there was his son Niken who was a year older than Fara, also deposited there. Fara was happy, because she had a playmate there.

At first Fatih objected because every day he had to miss the child. Can't feed him or accompany him to nap. Fatih only met Fara from late afternoon to late evening, then separated tomorrow morning again. She could not dispute the will of her husband who could always give accurate reasons.

"Yes, Tom. I'll put all the cctv in the house." Ibra replied, Tomi just nodded and smiled. He stroked Ibra's shoulder to keep encouraging her.

"Lo strong, Bra. Fatih must be healed.

****

"What do you want to eat?" asked Ibra who was sitting in front of the mattress on his back to Fatih, Ibra was seen picking up his clothes and work pants that just scattered on the floor. Wearing it back as neatly as before.

Every afternoon Ibra would touch Fatih in his study. Because if he did it at night, Ibra again became an unsettled figure, not to mention he was afraid that Fara would catch them, and Fatih believed in Ibra's reasoning.

"Bun ...?" there was no answer, Ibra looked back. He was surprised to see Fatih curled up in a blanket that still covered his innocent body. Fatih was seen biting her lower lip as it endured the pain.

"Oh Allah, dear .." cried Ibra inching to approach his wife.

"It hurts again?"

Fatih nodded, and now her body felt cold and her face was so pale.

"We're going to the doctor." Ibra grabbed his wife's clothes for him to wear again Fatih's body.

"No, Dad. Three days ago I washed my blood. Maybe the effect is still felt today." Fatih.

Ibra finally believed, but nodded slowly to his wife's will.

"Dad will order lunch for us. Let Mommy be able to take medicine immediately and get back to rest."

"Dad, can you not start tomorrow Mother at home? Mother Kangen ngurusin Fara, Dad. As for our son, every day should be at his grandmother's house." pinta Fatih pleaded.

Then, when is it like that?

****

"Mother, are you okay?" ibra asked while knocking on the bathroom door. He returned to his room when his lunch order arrived. OB presents it well on the table.

"It's okay, Dad" replied Fatih whose voice was mixed with the sound of water in the sink. The woman vomited several times there, removing a clear liquid that made her stomach feel tired and bulky.

"Open, Bun. Why locked everything?" ibra asked while shaking the bathroom door handle.

Quickly, Fatih grabbed a tissue to wash her already wet face. Turn the water faucet and step out from the inside.

"You vomited, Bun?" ask Ibra. He heard a little that Fatih was vomiting inside.

"Yes, Dad. A little prayer." replied Fatih with a strengthened face. She did not want her husband to worry so much about her. Fatih felt that what he felt now was only a post-hemodialysis effect.

"We're looking for another doctor, Bun. During this month has been washing blood 4x, why are you getting dropped huh?" ibra said, taking his wife out of the room. Get her on the couch, and get ready to eat their lunch.

Fatih was silent for a moment, while thinking about something. He wanted to be honest, but again the intention was undone by him. Fatih's kidneys are increasingly problematic, can not be cured only with drugs and do dialysis therapy. He needs a kidney donor.

"Where do you want to find a kidney donor? Not to mention the overpriced cost. I can't have the same heart as you, Mas." said Fatih inwardly as she glanced at her husband who was enjoying his lunch.

"Let's go, open your mouth." Ibra thrust the dori fish into Fatih's mouth.

And

Brr.

Fatih regurgitated the food in her palm. He got off the couch and ran to the bathroom. He regurgitated the fluid in his stomach.

"Let's keep coming out, let your stomach be relieved." Ibra massaged the nape of Fatih's neck.

"Such lemes, Dad. Usually, if you wash your blood, the effect is not so weak as this. His nausea was also a bit strange." Fatih's remark certainly made Ibra worried again. The bad beat came back to his head. Instantly he became unsettled. He was afraid, Fatih's condition was getting worse.

"I think I should see Fatih's doctor. Is there any other way to treat it from this disease" said Ibra in his heart.

"Well, Bun, you still gonna throw up?" ibra asked, still rubbing his wife's face with tissue.

Fatih shook her head. "Come, Dad. We eat again." take Fatih and hold her husband's hand to get out of the bathroom.

For a moment her steps stopped, her eyes glanced at the sitting calendar at her husband's desk.

"It's the 15th, but I haven't come to the moon yet?"

Fatih's forehead wrinkled thinking about it.

"Bun, why?" Ibra gently jerked his wife's shoulder. Fatih just smiled and dismissed her guesses.

"Come, I'll eat first! There will be another meeting, right?"

Ibra nodded and began to sit on the sofa, he started again devouring his lunch which was delayed a few dozen minutes ago.

"Am I pregnant?" sigh Fatih, his face looks sparkling and then looks towards the stomach. Then turned towards Ibra with a happy face.

"Hopefully, aamiin. I'd like to give you one more child, Mas. Hopefully a man, can accompany you and also Fara later." said Fatih lirih in his heart, he rubbed gently Ibra's back and kissed the man's cheek.

I smiled without thinking about anything. He continued to eat the food he was eating. He only knew Fatih was spoiled. Because this is the attitude of Fatih if they have sex, Fatih will look happy. The woman felt very happy, because Ibra could always make herself towards the peak of pleasure.