Twice Married

Awake, Mother

Ibra with long steps down from the bed. He wanted to reach his wife's body to move away when Fatih's hand was extended to the top of the closet. He could die, and Fatih would be even more angry if he knew the husband deliberately installed a cctv to watch his movements at home. Although Ibra did all that just to keep Fatih from a distance.

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Ibra held Fatih from behind, making him stomp his feet again to the floor after a long tiptoe.

"Please, Mum!" sergeant Fatih, then took off Ibra's hand that still locked his chest from behind. Fatih lost strongly to Ibra, although his wife was 7 months pregnant, but Ibra was still able to carry him.

Fatih on the bed. His eyes were staring at Ibra. Ibra leaned over and looked up at the floor, took a deep breath and looked up at Fatih. He was afraid that Fatih would leave him out of this world.

"Since when have you been taking these depression drugs, Mas? Why are you still drinking it? What's the matter? Why don't you ever tell me you're shaken again?" fatih's straightforward voice made Ibra and Fara flinch. Fara is seen hiding behind the blanket. Indeed, that is what he always did, if he was being scolded or saw others scolded by his mother.

"Why silence? You heard me, right? You have become a father and your son will be two, when will you release this medicine??" Fatih shook the medicinal caplet he had in hand. He glanced fiercely at Ibra who kept looking back at him with an apologetic gaze.

Ibra wanted to say, if he was forced to take the drug, because he could not resist the anxiety that continued to shake his mind because of the problem of Fatih's disease.

"Don't yell baby, it's her Fara's scared."

Fatih turned her head and found Fara curled up under the blanket. "Mother is not angry with Fara, son." Fatih told Fara.

"But you're gonna be mad at his dad, Bun." Ibra interrupted Fatih's words, suddenly making Fatih turn his head and roll his eyeballs. He got up from the bed and threw the medicine caplet on the floor, stepped away and left the door for Ibra and Fara who were still in the room. Fatih's blood pressure instantly rose.

Seeing her mother gone, Fara wiped her blanket and hugged her father. Ibra carried Fara to her chest. Poking both hands on her father's neck, Fara was still silent, she seemed to still be afraid of the Mother's temperament.

"It's okay, baby, Mother was ngomelin Dad, because his father was naughty."

"Why bad dad?" asked Fara innocently, the child seemed to want to cry.

"The mother told me to sleep, but the father did not sleep. So now Fara sleeps yes, nemenin Daddy."

Ibra could not possibly discuss this matter which would provoke a commotion between her and Fatih in front of the child. Fara had experienced a period as a broken home child for four years, automatically feeling more sensitive. His mentality will be disturbed if he sees his parents fighting back. He will think, if Mother and Father will separate again, and Ibra does not want psychic Fara disturbed.

It seems Ibra is still patiently guiding Fara to sleep, rubbing Fara's back until the child is really sound to fly to dreamland.

An hour passed, the time was 21:00, but the wife had not yet appeared to return to the room.

Upon hearing the fine snoring that bristled around his neck skin, Ibra lowered Fara again and placed it in the middle of the bed. Envelop the child and release a warm kiss before it finally passes.

Taps.

His footsteps had reached the end of the stairs, staring at the sofa that Fatih slept on five meters away from the distance now. Ibra looks nervous and misbehaved, she knows when her footsteps are approaching. The tantrums, insults and insults from Fatih would definitely instantly gush into his face.

Stepping slowly while scratching your head that does not itch at all. He must surrender to the secret that he has been keeping tight. Inevitably, Ibra must be honest. He can't dodge anymore.

"Mother ..." Ibra softly stomped his wife's shoulder. Look at with a smile.

"If again sleep is very sweet, but if again angry over ghosts, sinister ask for forgiveness." Ibra immediately closed her mouth because it was too satisfied to laugh. He was afraid Fatih would wake up and scold him.

"Mother ..." Ibra called back. But from earlier Fatih remained unmoved in a supine position with both hands above the chest.

For some reason, Ibra's blood flow is heating up. He was even more shocked when he felt the extremely cold palm of Fatih's hand.

"Darling, wake!" imitate Ibra many times.

Ibra shook the body. Fatih did not give a response. Ibra put his finger to feel the pulse that was in the neck Fatih, so jumped Ibra, when the pulse Fatih very slow.

Ibra panic!

He immediately sat on the edge of the sofa, grabbing his wife's body for her to sit on. Fatih closed both of his eyes. His body feels weak and weak. Ibra continued to stomp his wife's arms, but Fatih remained unresponsive. Ibra lowered her head to check on Fatih's baby.

"No movement?" celos Ibra's. Sweat kept dripping down Ibra's face and neck. He looked back and patted his wife's cheek.

"Wake, Fat. Don't do this!" Ibra changed her voice to firm. The man was very worried, he was afraid Fatih would lose his life. Ibra's breathing was already irregular, he was afraid.

Without a second thought, he held Fatih to be brought into the car. Putting Fatih at the rear passenger door, with a step terpatoh-pogoh he back up to the top of the room. Carrying Fara who was sleeping fast. The boy looked up a little in shock, but fell back asleep in his father's arms.

"God why are you suddenly like this, Fat?" ibra's sigh of frustration.

He immediately stepped out to the car again. Leaving his mansion for granted and forgetting to lock it, all the arts had gone home to each other since the afternoon and would come back tomorrow morning, he said, maybe tomorrow they will panic because they do not find a single employer in this house.

Ibra opened the passenger door beside the steering wheel to put Fara who was still asleep. Looking back at the unconscious Fatih.

Instantly the fine hairs behind the nape of Ibra bristled. His heart rippled, chaotic. Clear water was seen pooling in her thick eyelids. Continuing to pronounce the Asma of God, with trembling hands he forced to turn on the roar of the car engine to take his wife to the Hospital.