Wife For Faith

Chapter 10

"Marry her, Bi."

The eyes that had been closed, immediately opened wide. Breathing is seen hunting, then the view is directed to the room around like someone who is looking for something.

"Did I just fall asleep? But, when?" The question was quite confusing to himself. Clearly, he and Mr. Imron were sitting together, discussing the issue of the fiqh curriculum for the 12th grade.

Why did he fall asleep at his own desk? I don't know, Aiman himself was still in a daze as well.

Both of Aiman's eyes stared at his desk. He winks in a daze. As if trying to remember the previous events. Deadlocked.

The one that could be caught by him at this moment was, his late wife had just come into his dream. Just to ask the husband to get married again. Maddened. What kind of dream is that? If you are told to choose between being a widower, or remarrying. Aiman prefers a lifetime of youth.

"Ummi, I miss you so much. But, why did you come just to say such a difficult thing I did. Is this really your wish?” aiman asked his wife's face which was displayed inside the frame, on the table.

His body suddenly felt tired, then leaned against the chair behind him. A distant look to the past. Where happiness is always there even though it used to not have a baby.

Dimmed. The rays of life seemed to be eroded by the departure of the figure of his wife. However, Hassan's presence in his life seemed to be a solace, after losing his beloved wife.

It was sad, broken, but God still loved Aiman. Where Aisyah's departure was replaced with the arrival of a petite and cute baby like Hassan.

"Ummi, should I who love you so much love another woman, besides you? Really it?” Fearful. That feeling is now being felt by Aiman. He was afraid, if later could not be fair to his new wife because it could not give complete love.

"Gurghhh!" Suddenly, his head felt heavy until it was involuntarily thrown on the table to cause a bang several times.

This morning when Fatimah asked him to speak four eyes, enough to seize the mind. How not, the woman was so relaxed. As if, marriage is not a big thing so subconsciously the man compares with his ex-wife.

In the past, Aisyah was so nervous, even looking very anxious when she knew she was going to marry Aiman. Although all the preparations were done by the family, but Aisyah did not want to just sit back and still help as much as possible.

From invitations, catering, make up, to other small things that are related to their wedding do not go unnoticed. Unlike the Fatimah temperament which is so cute and as if the bodo period.

“Is Fatimah really your best friend, Mi? Why are you so different, even abi felt if this marriage would not last long.” Aiman was skeptical of her future if she married Fatimah.

“Pak Iman,” call one of the students, seen from the uniform worn while standing awkwardly in front of the teacher's desk.

Aiman then corrected his sitting position, then put on an authoritative face so that the students feel reluctant to him. Actually without being asked, Aiman was already a teacher who was respected by students at his school.

Despite having a beautiful appearance, however, the one-child widower is quite economical to talk, unless he is explaining about the lesson. It's different again. The man will talk a lot when it comes to religion.

“Iya, Ris. What's up?”

This Aris is the head of class 11b and he probably came at the insistence, curiosity of other students to his religious teachers who did not come.

“You mean? Yes, I came to school of course to teach. Yes, the time I came here was just to sit, and have a coffee. Your question seems pretty random, huh, Ris?” There was a slight emphasis in every word that came out of Aiman's mouth. Offended, apparently.

“Before I apologize, Sir. Not meant to be presumptuous or anything. But, we've been waiting for you almost half an hour in class and my arrival here to ensure the absence of Mr. Iman.” Aris scratched the back of his head in doubt.

Aiman looked at the clock on his wrist. The two men's eyeballs instantly widened in shock. Guilt immediately enveloped the heart when it had abandoned its students just because of sleep.

If the principal finds out, it could be sanctioned by Aiman. However, what was surprising was, how could other teachers not wake the man up. Do they all not care about him?

Deftly, Aiman immediately took LKS books and journal books that he always carried everywhere. The man stood up awkwardly, then invited Aris to walk first. Foolish with others because now Aiman's main purpose is to teach.

It's all because of that ridiculous wedding. If only Siti did not propose about it, maybe Aiman– who is famous diligently– will not be late to come to class, or worse yet overslept during teaching hours.

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Meanwhile, in a room with a lot of sweet, funny decorations, some even quite random plastered clear in every corner pampering the eyes. It was very crowded and made everyone who entered into it amazed at the creations from their tiny hands.

Among the busy children with their world–number of 15 children, there is only one student who just sat quietly on the bench, without being disturbed by the noise of the cry of another student. It was as if he had found his own world. Where no one can dive, but him.

"Mas Asa, let's play with the others! That's Rendra and Bagas playing ball, you know. Don't you want to join them?" Bu Wardah–wali class TK B1 came to the table of his students who are famous for being very quiet among others.

The little boy just nodded.

Ms. Wardah sighed resignedly. It was not once that he invited his disciple to blend in with the others, even almost at all times. However, still rejected. Although not too frontal, but women who already have a husband is quite sad.

"Darling, can't you?" Wardah finally gave up. He then searched for another chat topic and deliberately sat down on the bench belonging to Zikri– which was located in front of the Hassan bench.

Hassan was embarrassed. She has no desire to see the face of her homeroom classmate. Honestly, the little boy also wanted to socialize. He tried it. At that time, they had just entered a new school year and of course the soul of the game was still very large.

When he first entered the Kindergarten, Hassan actually already had friends. However, when it has been running one month they– his gaming friends began to realize the awkwardness with the Hassan family.

From then on, Hassan started to stay away and be alone until now.

"What makes Mas Asa reluctant to play with them? Have they attacked Mas Asa?"