Wife For Faith

Chapter 111

Maya walks a little hasty because she feels guilty for having to come in late at the superior's banquet. His team-mates have repeatedly terrorized him with messages and calls. However, it was not touched by the woman.

His breathing was hunting because he had to run to a restaurant that had been ordered by the top. He looked at the glass door that had already opened with nanar. Even more surprising is why the reflection actually shows the image of another man.

"Crazy! What is going on with my brain? How can I think of him constantly?" Maya shook her head to remove the shadows. Succeeds. Now what he looks is himself.

Before going inside, Maya opens her phone screen. He wanted to check the chat from his friends. However, the woman was taken aback by the incoming messages from m-banking.

"What?" Maya immediately stepped back to make room for others who were about to enter the restaurant. "What the hell, this guy? It's crazy to send that kind of money to say thank you."

The woman's hand reflexively closed her mouth. He thought it was just a misdelivered message, or something. But in fact, it is true. The sender's name is clearly there.

"It can't be doneemin. I need to call that Rhino immediately. Ish, why, anyway, that people can't really make my days peaceful. It always makes my head twitch," he scolded on a cell phone that was in his grasp.

On the third ring, finally the call was connected. Without waiting for the receiver to say a word, Maya had already searched for it. "What do you mean sending this much money? Show off or something, huh?"

Someone on the other side of the phone sounded amused, making Maya who heard want to punch the glass wall behind her body. "Woi, Rhino! You don't have to macem, yeah, same me! This isn't funny!"

The man across from me continued to chuckle. He did not even feel afraid, nor trepidated to hear the words with a tone full of warning from Maya. Riko just casually played the pen between his fingers, then rotated around repeatedly. "What, anyway, Mayong? That's how much you miss me, hm? Just split up for a while, but just called."

"Hindu wants to pound your head with bricks!" The call was forcibly cut off by Maya because it was already conspired first with Riko. He also intended to send the money back to the man's account, but two colleagues who had earlier contacted had already dragged the woman to enter.

"This is what, anyway? Why are you guys dragging me?" Maya stepped very forced to follow her two friends who were on the right and left. The woman's phone was even confiscated by one of her colleagues named Laila–Si Jitu Shooter.

"Before your head is dor by the superior. It's best to think about putting an apology together for him!" Dirly–Si Expert Maker Plans– immediately gave advice to Maya to think of a way to make the mood of their superiors back.

For you information, this year's Bagio-39 is a childless widower. His wife–Ratih died when their marriage had just reached one year old. Now, after 3 years of the death of the wife, the man finally wants to open up again.

Maya is a woman who according to Bagio deserves to replace his wife. Independent, assertive, and have a clear vision of mission in his life. Makes the boss feel for him.

The woman herself chose cuek because according to her, everyone has the right to like the opposite sex. As long as it doesn't interfere with work, it's not a big deal. Another matter if it is the stage of liking the same likes.

"Religion. Mending me back to the field, I was told to say this in front of Mr. Bagio," Maya refused.

"Because, May. Not everyone has a golden opportunity to be the dream woman of Mr. Gio. Yes, a terabas! I'm sure you'll be a good fit together!" Laila said with a grin.

While both of his team-mates continue to corner Maya to receive the statement of Bagio. The woman herself is busy finding a way to escape from the clutches of Laila and Dirly. "Why don't you guys just marry Gio?"

"What?!"

"You're crazy!"

Maya closed both ears because she heard screams from the right and left sides. "You crazy ones!" he was annoyed, then chose back his body.

"Yeah! Where are you going?" Laila asked puzzledly when she saw Maya actually returning to the exit.

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“Bored.” The spoiled whimper of a little boy greeted the eardrums of the two adults beside him. They then rubbed the child's head with a face full of guilt.

“In the meantime yes, Mas Asa!” talk Fatimah to the child. He then turned his head towards the man to the left of Hassan. “Abi!” call him.

“Iya, Darling. It's over soon, too. Mas Asa was here with Umma and Abi. Anyway, isn't the show exciting?” tanyanya diverted the conversation. “Later, when we're done we play. Okay?”

Hassan was finally able to comply with the wishes of his father and mother. He forced himself to stay in the event so that he could not run as he pleased. While the feet are impatient to explore a new place, full of many ornaments typical of small children.

“Padahat Mas Asa already want to play trampoline,” he said softly, while looking at some small children who were jumping in the air.

Fatimah who heard Hassan's murmur felt guilty. However, he also could not do anything because he was meeting with a client for his boutique. He saw the husband talking seriously with the two people in front of him, then turned to Hassan.

“Excuse me, Mr. Nice. Maybe this conversation will continue with my husband. Because I want to invite our children to play here. Don't you guys mind?” ask Fatimah.

“Umma really want nemenin Mas Asa?” So happy, Hassan to shake the arm of the mother.

Fatimah rubbed her son's hair that had started to be long. A sweet smile was reviewed, then followed by a nod from the woman.

The boy clenched his hands and sold them into the air, exclaiming, “Yes!”

Mr. Good who saw how happy the child of his client could not extinguish the happiness. He also agreed. “Please, Mbak Fatimah.”

“Please understand, yes, Sir!” Aiman's condition has not been fully healed, but he still insisted on accompanying Fatimah to meet with clients at a playground in the Jakarta area.

They also do not know why Pak Bagus chose this location to discuss business issues, even though there are many places more private, or quieter than children's playgrounds. Crowded and noisy of course the background of the meeting this time, but Mr. Nice seemed not disturbed and his face was still radiant.

"Yes, Mr. Faith. I like the little ones myself. So like it, if it's around them." The man's gaze was now on the children who were laughing happily there.

All this did not escape the eyes of the eagle Aiman. The man nodded in understanding, then afterwards they continued to talk about work. Clients do intend to order clothes at the Fatimah boutique for a fashion show.

Pak nice is interested in the design of Muslim clothing in the shop Fatimah. Therefore, he insisted on inviting the owner to work together, as well as helping to promote the world if Muslim clothing is worthy of special attention.

Fatimah herself agreed and it also made her own pride for Aiman for having a talented wife. That cooperation also took place. The Fatimah Boutique has finally begun to be glimpsed by local designers who are ready to lift it to become a new icon.

"If you may know, does Mr. Iman not want to find a wife anymore?"

"Huh? Meanin?"

"Who knew Mr. Iman wanted to exchange wives with me?"

Br3ngs3k's!