Wife For Faith

Chapter 109

"What's your friend, honey? How rich is salting."

"Mas Faith see too?"

Aiman nodded. They are now in the room. Prepare to rest the body that has been screaming for lying down from earlier.

"They're not really dating anymore, are they?" The man once again turned to the wife who was tidying up the pillow, and bolted in for them to sleep.

The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Come, Bi. It seems Maya still doesn't want to commit. That's why he's upset himself" said Fatimah. His feet then climbed onto the bed, while continuing their pillow talk before going to bed.

Small talk couples husband and wife to be important, especially when talking about their daily lives. Work, children, and also the heart-raising talk. It looks small, but it has so many benefits.

"meaning?" Aiman immediately put his head on the lap of the wife. He drew Fatimah's hand, and put it on his head. Letting the woman say hello to her hair for rubbing, an activity that always makes her miss.

"He's what, dad? Emm, that kind of trauma, Bi."

Aiman looked at his wife's face from below in confusion. "Trauma? Is there an incident that makes it that way, honey?"

Again the woman's head nodded. He lowered his gaze where the husband's face had already noticed. Fatimah rubbed Aiman's black mane gently again, then said, "It seems, she is afraid that she will have a husband who is like her father."

The woman's hand continued to comb her husband's gentle mane. However, those eyes looked blank as if explaining that something was being covered by Fatimah and Aiman was not stupid.

Therefore, the husband also held the wife's arm so that the face turned to him. The back of Fatimah's hand. Funneling affection and love, and sincere only to Bidadari Surganya–Fatimah Azzahra.

"Is he from a broken home?" Aiman could feel the fingers of Fatimah's hand constricting in his grasp. Make him sure, if his guess is correct. Proven from the wry smile of the wife.

"If you don't want to tell a story, that's fine, honey. Anyway, it's none of my business either. We as friends can only support and direct if they are misguided" said Aiman sage.

The woman was silent for quite a while. This is actually not something that is important for the husband, but he just wants to share the story of his best friend so that later there will be no misunderstanding, especially Riko is Aiman's good friend.

"Then, Maya's father had an affair with another woman. Then, his mother did not accept so he left Maya who was then 10 years old. A time when a child needs a lot of attention, as well as the affection of both parents," his fingers to catch his breath.

"However, they choose to seek their own happiness by marrying their respective partners." Fatimah's smile looked so wry. "At that time, Maya had no one. I ended up staying at my house for a while. Until when Ja decides to stay alone."

Fatimah nodded. One stuffing just escaped from his mouth. "Maya's trying to get up on her own, Bi. He began to do any work in order to live, as well as pay for his school fees. The girl was so clumsy, refusing every favor my mother gave me."

The man's hand patted the wife's shoulder attentively. "Yes, that might have been his way of life, dear."

"Yes, Bi. But, still. The behavior of his parents is so imprint, like stubborn fat in the mind and heart that makes it a trauma to build a household," said Fatimah upset. Remembering the past, making feelings of dislike for Maya's parents back present.

"St! My wife can't be like that! God is enough to punish them. We have no right, Ummaya!"

The woman immediately went to ask Allah for forgiveness for being ahead of her. "Sorry, Bi. Umma just carried away the emotion earlier!"

Aiman's small laughter rang in Fatimah's ears. The man did not want to make the wife too dissolved in error. He gave their faces a distance, then he saw it intensely.

"So why is it that I'm like that?" fatimah asked wrongly.

The man's hand sucked the wife's son's hair behind the ear, and brought the lips close to the senses of Fatimah's listener. "Abi misses," said Aiman mesra.

The woman gurgled in amusement as the man's breath danced around her ears. "Then, what should I do, honey?"

"That guy!"

"That's ... that's what?" Fatimah pretended to be stupid.

Aiman pouted. Fatimah also chuckled. "Hasn't your wound not healed yet, Bi?"

Aiman. "We should sleep! It's getting late. Tomorrow aren't you going to take Mas Asa to school?" The man changed the subject, throwing away the desire to touch his beloved wife.

Fatimah was actually not hearty either, but she would feel more guilty if the wound re-opened. "I'm sorry, Bi," she really regretted.

"It's okay, honey. Whoa, bobo! Hugging you like this is also enough," Aiman replied, with a sweet smile. "Let's not angry, Ummaya. So don't put on a face like that! You're making me horny."

Fatimah immediately pinched her husband's waist dja avenged melodious beauty Aiman. They also ended up sleeping together, in the same bed, under the same blanket, and the same love because of Allah SWT.