Wife For Faith

Chapter 11

If you feel tired, then rest! 

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The two small eyeballs were moving uneasily. Baffled. The mouth even feels locked just to say. He has promised not to be a complainant, no matter what. "No, Madam Teacher."

A heavy breath sounded so clearly out from the lips of the homeroom teacher. There have been various ways to make Hassan open his mouth. However, it is always a head bob, or even a fake smile that is obtained.

Wardah tried to understand, then returned Hassan's smile wryly. Such a small child was even good at keeping secrets, or maybe there was someone who urged him to not dare to open his mouth.

Should he push her too? Not likely. Because everything that is forced will not work.

"Mas Asa wasn't covering anything up, was he?" ask Mrs Wardah again.

Still Hassan did not waver with what he said just now so that the homeroom teacher gave up. "Alright, then mom goes back to the teacher's room first. Mas Asa, don't go anywhere! Let me tell Abi later, or Mas Asa's grandmother if she's looking for you."

Once again, Hassan only answered him with a small nod of his head. Hufttts.

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His legs were dragged lazily towards the bathroom. Tiredness is eating away at the body, as well as the mind. Six hours in school with a variety of activities, enough to make himself almost pursued by the masses.

Lebays. Yes, it is the right of anyone to consider Fatimah to be a woman. After all, life is free in speaking, expression, and also opinion. So, as long as it doesn't make anyone lose, it doesn't matter.

"Fati, did you think about the matter last night?" Reminded of last night's proposal, Fatimah almost fell.

The towel draped on Fatimah's shoulder instantly sagged. He rubbed his itchy nose. Maybe this is the effect of the rain earlier after school. Rain is indeed raining today is flushing the city of Jakarta and its surroundings.

"Are you having the flu, honey?" aminah asked worriedly when she saw her son's reddened nose. He immediately checked the child's body temperature and the heavy breath came out just like that, after making sure Fatimah's body was warm.

"Did you forget not to bring an umbrella, honey?" ask her again with an anxious face.

Aminah patted Fatimah on the shoulder, but not so hard. "Other times if you already know the drizzle, it is better to quickly use the umbrella. Don't wait for the new clothes! Anyway, you bring the umbrella just in case, not just to keep it in the bag, honey," he said, then pat the child on the forehead slowly.

Fatimah smiled spoiled, then hugged her mother's body like a child who did not want to be far from the mother. "Mom, why are you so fragrant? Fati so do not want to go far," his whine spoiled.

Aminah smiled dearly. His fingers rubbed the back of the spoiled child's hand. "If it's not fragrant, then your father can find another girl,dong, darling."

Fatimah looked up. His lips immediately pursed disliking. "Why do you talk like that? How could a father who loved Mother Aminah share her love with another woman. Can't believe me, Mom."

"Haishis. You can do this, if told to make mother speechless. Take a shower already! Let me make ginger first for you, "go Aminah to her son.

Fatimah giggled at hearing that. After Aminah's departure, she removed the childish smile she had just displayed, then changed with an expressionless face.

“I'm sorry, Mother. It's just that, Fati has not found an answer to Mr. Faith's proposal. After all, it seems like it will be difficult to get into their lives. He was too deep to throw away the key all this time,” he said with his head bowed.

In a few seconds, Fatimah just stood quietly in front of the bathroom door. He also felt confused about himself. On the one hand, his age is not young anymore, on the other hand, if you want to build a household it is not easy, especially someone in the past is too dominating the niche of the heart of his future partner.

“Fati, why are you still standing there? Shouldn't you have taken a shower earlier?” Aminah who had just finished making ginger wedang, frowned in surprise.

Fatimah immediately rushed and ran to the bathroom door. He only giggled amusedly at hearing the scolding from the mother which would certainly become a memory later, if he was married and moved from this house.

Aminah just shook her head, while snorting with anxiety. “Fati-Fati. When are you going to grow up, son? Hopefully later, you will get a husband who can and really guide you to God's paradise, aamiin.”

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“Fati, are you willing to marry me?” A handsome young man with after the parliamente suddenly crouched down in front of Fatimah, while handing over a box of diamond rings that were very blinding to the eyes.

“Mas Dhani ... what do you do?”