Twice Married

Don't Hug for Long

The day continued to roll, and all Ibra's efforts to find a kidney donor for Fatih had not been fruitful. Until now the content of Fatih has entered the age of seven months. Blood washing therapy that was originally only done once a week is now changed to three times a week, can you imagine how many times Fatih must wash his blood in a month?

This has all been the decision of Obgyn Specialist Doctors and Urology Specialist Doctors. Because for pregnant women with chronic kidney disease or CKD, the condition will be more at double risk. Either for the baby or the mother. The baby may die inside, prematurely and have other diseases, and for the mother, kidney function will decrease, not to mention if there is a concomitant complicating disease that arises in her body.

Fatih's body looks very thin, her stomach is distended but not with her stature. Though he had eaten a lot, Ibra also always supervise the nutritional intake of his wife during pregnancy, no responsibility he hired special art to take care of Fatih not to send Fara.

Ibra was still in her office chair. Both eyes focused on the computer screen. He was monitoring all Fatih and Fara's activities at home. Ibra install cctv in the area that is always dijahi by his wife if he is at home, it is not the responsibility he installed cctv in their private bathroom. All this was done, again without the knowledge of Fatih Medina.

"Udah nguap continued from earlier, why not sleep too" he said himself, when he saw Fatih was yawning while watching television shows in the room. Fara was also seen taking a nap, right next to Fatih.

Ibra grabs the phone, attaches it to the earlobe and hears Fatih's voice afterwards. He looked back at the computer screen and saw his wife picking up the phone from him.

"Mother again what, dear? Already eaten?"tanya Ibra pretended not to know.

"Again watching television, Dad. Mother has eaten. What's dad again? Have lunch and Dzuhur prayer?"

Indeed Ibra knew that today his wife did not want to eat rice. The woman just wanted to eat a biscuit with a glass of milk this afternoon. For Ibra it's okay, the important thing is that Fatih still wants to eat.

"Udah dong, it's meeting. I ate with Tomi and Love. My father also prayed Dzhur. Mother does not take a nap? That's your eyes already kriyep---"

Ibra was silent. He slipped, Fatih looked to frown. Why does my husband know what is going on with him?

"Dad, I know that Mother---"

Ibra cut back. "Dad nerka aja, right Mother likes it if again watching tv would like the keblasan sleep."

Fatih immediately nodded, she agreed with her husband's words. Indeed, it is a habit that has never been separated from it.

"Yes now Mother is asleep, I want there to be another meeting. What do you want to bring in the afternoon?" ask Ibra. Ibra custom during Fatih's pregnancy, every afternoon the man will bring snacks for his wife.

"Rubby again?" ibra.

"No, Dad. Mother bored, the time of the rujak continues." Ibra smiled as she zoomed in on Fatih's computer. The face of his wife.

"Keep what?"

"By no, Dad. Once this time Mother, eat baso aci? Again very pengengin, Well." there was the sound of saliva swallowed from Fatih, while rubbing his distended stomach.

When she was three months pregnant, Fatih whined to eat the food but Ibra refused. Fatih should not eat such food. Only vegetables, fruit and milk. Food should not use flavoring, spicy or sour, and Fatih understand it, because the condition must be like this.

Ibra was silent for quite a while, still looking at the face of his wife who was also waiting for an answer from her.

"Dad .." Fatih's voice whined again.

"Dear, I'll buy it."

There was a happy voice across there. Without Fatih knowing, Ibra was very clearly looking at her who was being overwhelmed with happiness.

"Yes, Mother took a nap there. I want to continue working."

"I love you too, Mother."

****

If only until this afternoon, Ibra was still staring at Fatih on the monitor, because he had not found a kidney donor for his wife, another story now. The Raut Ibra looks so bright. After receiving information from Tom.

"Where, Tom, does that guy want to?" ibra asked with a hopeful and happy face.

Tomi nodded. "Yes, Bra. He called me, he said he wanted a kidney donor for Fatih."

"But please, Tom. About the spread of information about kidney donors do not let the media know, fear Fatih--"

"Lo be calm, I just spread this info to certain sites and trusted confidentiality."

"The last info I received, he had finished checking his kidney condition and menggecokin the same Fatih kidney data that I had previously sent to him" replied Tomi then chugging drinking water into his mouth.

"Keep what's the result? Fits no?" Ibra seems to be patient.

Tomi nodded. "Thank God, Bra. It fits."

"Gue wants to see him dong, Tom. I'll give him whatever money."

Tom shook his head. "She doesn't want to be found now, Bra. He said later on during his transplant operation."

Dahi Ibra grinning. "Really, Tom? That's another guy who's not trying to trick us, is he?"

"No, you believe me. Don't think about macems anymore. Kasian tuh psychic lo, so disturbed." said Tomi while stroking his best friend's shoulder.

Ibra nodded happily. More whatever he was happy, he did not take responsibility to immediately prostrate and give thanks to Allah SWT. A moment later he hugged Tomi to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Tom. I am so grateful to have you in my life."

Tom nodded and smiled.

"This is all, Bra. All I can do for you, I will help you as much as I can." Tomi said in her heart. Continues to hug Ibra unintentionally, crying because of haru.

"My wife will be safe, Tom. Fatih will be back as before." exclaimed Ibra, continuing to thrash with excitement.

"Udah .. Don't hug me for long. Later if I come in, danger, Bra! We can be accused of male lovers."

Ibra immediately took off the hug and slightly pushed Tomi away from him.

"Amit-amit!" ibra replied while aiming at his shoulder, he looked goosebumps.

And before long their laughter sounded loud in the empty meeting room. Tomi was happy to see Ibra laughing like this again.