Fatimah Azahra Her Name

alvian rage

*Alvians

Alvian drove up his car, kept trying to contact Fatimah, still no answer. Alvian called the houseman but Fatimah was not there yet. Alvian decided to go to the store.

Arriving at the boutique directly approaching India and Flowers, They also do not know what really happened, because indeed they do not know if Fatimah is in the boutique, Laras was the one who saw the expression of Fatimah when going out of the Boutique.

"Bu Fatimah never left the Boutique without greetings and messages. There must be a message even if it is just say, drop the boutique, this is Miss Fatimah was silent just as Laras asked" Laras tried to tell what happened earlier

"boy brother, Fatimah was never like that if out of the Boutique" beautifully voiced

"Astagfirullah. I tried to call but there was no answer, he just chat when he came home by taxi"

"Common Fatimah where else would it be upset??"

"Fatimah is not a girl who likes to hang out if there are problems, especially alone"

"there's no special place"

Lovely shake

Alvian was ready to leave. Her brain seemed to be dead-end, parked her car on the side of the road, massaged the base of her nose, occasionally hitting the steering wheel. But suddenly Alvian remembered, When first Fatimah was disappointed with her and told about the love story of Fatimah Dan Ali...

"Mosque.." he muttered.

"yes mosque" he murmured again

Alvian looked for a mosque that was heading home. And it didn't take long for Alvian to find a mosque. Looking for the sandal that Fatimah was wearing.

Engraved smile, then stroked his chest and then moved towards the ablution place. Sure enough the woman was in the mosque, wanted to run and hug him, but she stopped.

Fatimah was holding a small baby, who was about 3 months old. Alvian looked for a seat to wait, as Fatimah was chatting.

The chat was clearly audible, seeing her women shed tears, wanting her to immediately remove her.but Alvian chose to sit back to Fatimah, her tears were invited Tampa trickle down.

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"Goddessa.. Ateng yes already nyusu.." said Fatimah

"Mbak want to hold it again...??"

"Sleep he said brother. let alone, later even disturb Dzaky sleep, look pegemesi fit sleep"

"Sister.thank you for sharing your experience..."

The woman placed Dzaky on the prayer mat, then embraced Fatimah..

"God has many ways of giving us pleasure, one of his tests"

"Jazaakillah Khairan, brother..."

"Sometimes we have to run, if we are tired of running then walk, if we are tired of walking then crawl, the most important thing is never to stop" said the woman.

Fatimah nodded, her sad face now shining again.

"Honey.." the voice that very Fatimah was familiar with.

"Hubbiy..." by furrowing his eyebrows "could we be here??" ask her wonder

Not answering, Alvian instead gave wrong to the woman in front of Fatimah by cupping her hands and smiling at the sight of a little baby who was sleeping, just turned to Fatimah with a pretty piercing eye.

Fatimah tried to avert her eyes, her heart was racing because of the husband's gaze

"sister.this is my husband..."

"Have been picked up, yes already if we. mbak.." want to mention the name Fatimah but do not know, Sepuljang chat they have not had time to exchange names.

"Fatimah.." said Fatimah as if she knew what this woman was thinking

"oh yes mbak Fatimah, we have not had time to acquaintance ya. I Wati"

"Yes Fatimah, I say yes, when there is a time to stop by, my house is over there, bookstore"

"In the Lord, I'll stop by my sister"

"I'm sorry, Assalamualaikum.."

"Waallaikumusallam" replied Fatimah and Alvian compact

Now the two of them were left, Alvian sat in front of Fatimah with his arms crossed in his chest.

Fatimah instead bowed by playing the tip of her hijab.

"Where's the phone??"

"There is.." still bowed down.

"See Hubbiy..."

I dare to see my husband..

"Where's the HP, take a look..."

Fatimah looked for the phone in her bag and gave it to Alvian.

"who was given to Hubbiy?? Hubbiy said look at the HP, open it..."

Fatimah also opened the lock screen on her cellphone and how shocked she was, There were 57 missed phones, 22 unread chats, there from the husband, hafidz, there were 57 unanswered tapes, flowers and also beautiful.

"Why..???"

"So he said he came home by taxi, so why here...??" asked Alvian still with her flat mode.just this time saw the husband staring and asked with her very flat can even be said very ketus.

"we promised to be honest with each other??"

"Afwan Biy..tadi really want to go home, on the way home suddenly want to stop by the mosque, Mobile Fa silent trus.." he replied downcastly.

"Wear the veil, let's go home" said Alvian with still flat mode. Fatimah also according.after wearing her paint shoes, directly to Alvian car.

Along the way in the car Alvian prefers silence. Fatimah occasionally saw her husband, but Alvian still did her flat face seem to be angry, and it made Fatimah look away at the glass.

Arriving home, Alvian immediately pulled Fatimah's hand towards the room. Mother who saw was astonished, wanted to call but in his utterance.

Alvian and Fatimah were already in the room, Fatimah was downcast, just this time saw the look of the husband's angry face, her tears dripping, her chest tight.

Alvian opened the veil of Fatimah, without cue Alvian immediately hugged the slender body of the wife.

#already like the lyrics of a song ya🙄

The cry of Fatimah came to a halt, which was astonished at what her husband was doing, not angry, snapping, but instead the embrace he got.

pretty long..

"Biy.. tightness.." said Fatimah.

Alvian smiled behind Fatimah's body, then stretched his arms, now Alvian even showering Fatimah's face with Ciu-man, ranging from forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks.

"Next time don't be like this, you know how worried Hubbiy is, confused about Hubbiy's wife??"

"Hubbiy contact no answer..."

Fatimah did not answer, Fatimah instead looked at the husband's face with clinging, there were tears that were held so as not to fall in the eyes of the husband.

Suddenly Fatimah instead embraces her hand on Alvian's neck, slightly toed and then mengci-um brief lips Alvian who is still with her babbling. out of nowhere, the courage of the, but maybe that's the way Alvian's beloved husband fell silent.

I received such treatment from Fatimah,. Alvian did not take off his arms, Alvian instead carried Fatimah to bed.