Twice Married

Secrets of Each

Ibra decided to go home and not come to the office. Fortunately today there was no meeting with an important client, so Tomi no longer scolded him. Indeed, during marriage and knowing Fatih's disease, Ibra so not too concerned with the company. Even yesterday there were some employment contracts that had to come out of his hands.

Ibra got out of the car with a giant step towards the door of the house. Loosen the tie on the collar of the shirt while saying hello on the doorstep of the house. His shirt was soaked with sweat, his face was soaked. It feels like the guy wants to drown himself in a bath up.

"Dad .." cried Fara, the boy took off the doll he was playing with, then ran to ambush the father. It was so good to see her father back before afternoon.

Ibra also grabbed the plump child into her arms. Hugging Fara, while taking off the burden that is still reigned in the nature of the recesses of his soul.

"Cock Daddy's home yet? Mother said it was sole to go home." great-grandson Fara.

"Dad ... Daddy!" he cried again while patting Ibra's shoulder, his chest felt tight because the father was too squeezed his chest.

Ibra took off the hug and kissed Fara. "Where's the month, son?"

"In kamal, Dad." Ibra also nodded. "Yes, play again." Ibra pointed towards Fara's toy strewn on the carpet.

Fara nodded and returned to play. Ibra got up to climb the stairs, to her bedroom.

"Bun ...?" call Ibra when he gets there. But his call was not answered, his wife was not seen in this room.

Then

Ibra looked a little surprised, because there were two palms howling under his arm. Locking his stomach, there was the wife who hugged him from behind. Fatih was silent, resting her head on Ibrahim's back while closing both eyes. Her sense of smell continued to smell the scent of her husband's still-perfumed body.

"Kirain Mommy where, I called you there was no answer."

"So Mother abis from Dad's office, rest there" replied Fatih.

"And there is Miss Dasih, what is the Mother who must be tired of finishing?"

"There's nothing to help her work a little" replied Fatih relaxed. "Oh yeah, how come you're home at this hour?" Fatih asked back.

"Same miss Mother, huh?" keep Fatih spoiled.

Ibra nodded, smiling in sobs. He rubbed his wife's hand. The hands are white and smooth but very thin. His finger bones are visible even though faint. Ibra looked at him.

"You pregnant? Wanna check?" ask Ibra in a casual tone. To divert the question so spoiled Fatih with the direct to the point. It does not look like a happy laugh like it used to contain Fara.

Fatih blinked quickly, pulling her body to take off the hug. Ibra felt his wife drifting away instantly twisting her body to stare at Fatih who was slightly throbbing.

"Right sweetheart?" tanya Ibra grabbed his wife's chin. Fatih kept looking the other way with a frown.

Seeing that Fatih did not answer his question, Ibra again said things that were beyond his wife's expectations.

"I sleepy, want to sleep first." said Ibra, then take off the office coat he put on the sofa just like that. He crawled up to the bed and put his body there.

An annoyed Fatih could only frown. It was strange to see her husband's attitude. His heart was furious, he approached Ibra.

"I'm pregnant, but you're ordinary!" fatih Decak.

"Usually also directly hug, rubbing the stomach. Why is it cold now that rich people are dead!" fatih replied annoyed, then sulked as usual. He went out to pass from the room.

Ibra began to change her sleeping position to lie down. Look at the corner of his room with a blank look. Screaming at the base of the forehead that feels dizzy is not held back. What unhappy husband heard that his wife was pregnant again. But if the current state of Fatih is fine, Ibra will certainly cheer happily, lunging at his wife with a variety of happy kisses.

"I have to find a suitable kidney for Fatih."

He gets up to sit on his back, grabs a cell phone and calls Tomi.

"...Okay, I'll be at the office in half an hour, Tom."

Tut's.

A short chat between the two friends was cut off the phone connection. Ibra returns from bed to go to the office to meet Tomi.

In the tv room, there was Fatih sitting on the sofa while accompanying Fara playing on the carpet. From the look on his face, Fatih was still grumbling with annoyance. She feels strange and confused why her husband's attitude is different now

Is there a problem, huh? Think, Fatih.

Cup.

A warm kiss landed on his cheek. Dropped Fatih's daydream and dragged him back to his senses.

"Mas ." she said, turning to her right and finding her husband sitting next to her. Ibra brought Fatih into her arms. Locking that skinny body with a warm hug.

"Mother snooze huh?" tanya Ibra teases.

"Yes, I'm upset with you!" replied Fatih with a typical crybaby tone of Fara. She slightly pinched her husband's stomach slowly.

Ibra kissed Fatih's hair at a glance. He looked back and wanted to tell him what the doctor had told him.

"Well, dumbass again, daydream again, diem again, what's up, Dad? This month you've been weird!"

Ibra smile. "What the hell, Bun?"

"Yes, you're a freak! Much has changed over the past month, look at your eye bags. So thick! When I wake up in the middle of the night, you always haven't slept, and you keep daydreaming alone. What the hell is it, Dad?" Fatih kept pushing.

"Is there a problem in the office?" keep Fatih on again. Then change his tone of voice to slow. "Or about me?"

A sip of saliva just slips away to the bottom of the esophagus. Ibra's throat skin goes up and down, her eyeballs glow everywhere. That's the main problem. Only because of his wife's circumstances that made him become absent-minded.

Fatih took off her arms and looked at her husband deeply.

"You don't think too hard about me, Mom. I promise I'll wash my blood regularly. I must be cured for you, Fara and him." Fatih stroked her flat stomach. I don't know why she knew that her husband must be burdened with her condition.

Ibra only smiled faintly, while enduring her tightness of chest. He rubbed Fatih's stomach in a gentle and slow motion. Praying for safety for both of them. Ibra was tormented because he had not been able to tell what had been explained by the Doctor, although in fact Fatih had known it for a long time. Fatih and Ibra are both holding their secrets.