Wife For Faith

Chapter 103

After that day, Aiman suffered a gunshot wound to his stomach. Now, he must be hospitalized to undergo the selection process. Luckily the hot lead did not hit his vital organs so it could still be saved.

Today, Fatimah came to see her husband. Yesterday he had just returned to his parents' house to meet their children. Khumaira kept crying and looking for her mother. Therefore, inevitably Aiman was entrusted to Umar–his father to replace the guard.

The wooden door was shifted by Fatimah and the first sight she saw was the face of the husband. His lips trembled withstanding the cries as Aiman's two eyes were already open. "You're sober, Bi?" tanyanya haru's.

Aiman nodded, then smiled widely. He spread out both hands as if asking the woman to come into his arms. "Come here!"

By hurrying Fatimah put the bag of food she brought to be placed on the nightstand, then after that scatter her body into the arms of the husband. He cried gurgled in Aiman's warm embrace that would always make him miss.

"I'm sorry, Abi. Sorry!" The words were repeated from Fatimah's lips. The guilt continues to haunt so that it makes the woman can not sleep well, eat no taste. Because what he needs right now is the healing of his beloved Aiman-husband.

"Aww, slow down, Ummaya!" Aiman smiled grimacingly, while enduring the pain as the wife accidentally pressed the stitch scar over her abdomen.

Fatimah looked up at the face of her husband who was only a few centi away. Without intending to stay away, the woman actually put on a sad face. "Fati seems to make Abi often injured, deh. What Fati is the carrier si–"

"Sttt!" The index finger is now perched sweetly in front of the wife's pink lips. "You are the bearer of grace and sustenance in our family. So, you should never think of a no-no!"

"But–"

Aiman kissed his wife's chewy lips, then after that he returned to bring his wife's body into the arms. "Abi misses you so much, Ummaya. It's been a whole lot of my life these few days without you" he said.

"I miss you a lot too, Bi." Fatimah does not lie if the fragrant body of Aiman is always the candlestick in every night. She can't even sleep well if she doesn't smell her husband's body.

"Just blame yourself for being so sholeh, that it keeps me from getting away from you." The lips were shrinking, but did not deny the cheeks were immediately red.

Aiman kissed his wife's forehead. "I feel so happy, honey. Finally our family can get together again like before. And I'm sorry, Ummaya. Because of me, you're getting hurt like this."

Fatimah shook her head when she felt her husband's hand caress the scar he had yesterday. "That's not a problem, Abi. It's just a small wound. So, Abi doesn't have to feel guilty."

Aiman did not simply believe the words that came out of the wife's mouth. He asked his wife to show him the wound.

Fatimah also complied. The man waited patiently when the woman was rolling up the tops he wore.

"It must have hurt a lot" said Aiman, looking at the wound that scratched quite long and wide in the wife's arm.

"No, Bi. It is precisely Abilah's wounds that are more painful. Fati can not be imagined if that time–"

"St!" Aiman immediately pulled the uninjured arm of Fatimah, then again laid it on the chest. "No need to think about the no-no. We better think about our future."

Fatimah nodded. "Keep, what are we gonna do to that woman, Bi?"

Aiman fell silent. "Did the police arrest him?"