Wife For Faith
Chapter 117
Aiman repeatedly restores the hair backwards because it slightly complicates the movement. His legs felt almost broken, even his waist felt squeaky. Desau breath has repeatedly come out of the man's mouth because it has been a few hours taking care of his two children.
"Assalamualaikum," said Fatimah from the front door that somehow her mind was still wide open. "This is Abi forgot, what is it? How, yeah, still open?" he said softly, then closed the rectangular object.
The man's pupils instantly widened, hearing his heavenly angel had returned home. She turned her head with a radiant face when she heard the footsteps of the mother of her children approaching. “Ummaya,” call Aiman Memelas.
“Loh ..” The woman was surprised by the look of relief mingled tired from her husband. He giggled amusedly as the hair from Aiman fell apart, even the house he had lived in was neat, now it had become a ship broke again. "What's this about? Why are you so messy, honey?"
“Umma!” he exclaimed Hassan, then ran over to his mother who had just arrived. “Abi supplier. Masa Mas Asa wants robot-robatic toys can not,” his fish with both hands folded in front of the chest and then slack when Aiman was about to defend himself.
Aiman rotated both of his eyes lazy. “Abi felt useless here, Ummaya,” regretted, even though the man had experience nurturing Hassan 5 years. However, all these experiences seemed lost since marrying Fatimah. Maybe the man is too comfortable with his life with the sitri now.
"Why is Abi talking like that? There really is, what, anyway? Weird, huh!" Fatimah saw her son many times, then returned to her husband several times.
“I feel stupid for forgetting how to take care of baby after so long,” the story with regret. "Look, even Khumaira had an apron of powder on her face, as well as her clothes. Abi apologise, Ummaya!”
Fatimah, who had just seen the chaos in her home, now turned to look at her husband, and the children. He wanted to talk, but the cry of the baby both distracted them.
“Unfortunately Umma why, hm? Kangen, yeah?” Fatimah's hand was stretched out to retrieve the small body of Khumaira who was crying in the arms of her husband, but was undo.. “U-utu-utu, Adek Maira thirsty, yeah? Bentar, umma wash your hands first, yes!”
“Mas, I went to the bathroom first,” continued Fatimah without waiting for the husband's approval. His feet stepped towards the bathroom located inside their room to clean up because he realized he had just arrived from the hospital. So he quickly changed all his clothes and cleaned himself.
Aiman nodded, then started patting her shoulder gently so as not to cry anymore. Meanwhile, Hassan, who has been allowed to play a robot by his mother, began to drown with the character of a plastic object in his right hand, as well as his left, not to mention other toys. This child's world is again exciting.
After changing clothes, wash your face, and wash your hands Fatimah out of their room. He immediately took over Maira's body to be given Asi, while Aiman himself immediately laid his body on the long sofa with a roar of hunting breath.
“Capek is great like, Bi?” fatimah asked, holding back from chuckling.
Fatimah looked at her husband with a faint smile. “Yes, that's why mothers like to protest, if the husband thinks he is at home does not say anything. Though the work of a mother is not only based on taking care of children, but also covering all the contents in her house," he said lightly without emotion because he did not mean anything. Just story.
Aiman hurried to get up, then sat beside the body of Fatimah who was giving breast milk to their child. The man's lips then kissed lovingly the top of the old wife's head. After that it goes down the cheek and continues to b1b1r, but only briefly.
“Force us fathers who do not know tired you during taking care of the house and children, yes, dear.” Aiman said regretfully.
“Loh, why even Abi who apologized?” Fatimah put her head on her husband's shoulder to lean comfortably there. There is nowhere more comfortable than the embrace of his partner. But not someone else's partner!
“Yes, because this abi, right, was also complaining tired. Though only a few hours left to go, but already kayak left a century.” The man's hand stroked dear Fatimah's hair which today was left beautifully unraveled. Khumaira herself had started to fall asleep, but had not yet escaped from her mother.
“The most important thing in every couple is understanding, caring, and being honest. Never compare your partner to another partner. Because it would hurt his heart. If indeed you have determined, or choose who your companion is, then never look, or glance at the life of other couples.”
“May see, but should not compare with our partner. The point is, we can only hang-sawang. Maybe the neighboring grass is higher than us, but do not forget if the grass in the house itself also needs to be repaired! Fun!” The end of the word made Aiman smile.
“Whose wife, anyway, this? So you want to hang in, deh!” The man became anxious with his own wife, and then kissed Fatimah's face in a row so that it made the woman chuckle.
“Stop, Bi! Amused tau!” Fatimah tries to stop the actions of the husband who continues not to let himself escape the attack of love Aiman. “Abi! Maira will wake up!” continued with pouting lips.
Aiman also finally stopped his activities and chose to hug the wife's shoulder. “Hahhh, it feels like just yesterday we were married, uh, you know already have a leak. Um like that, no?” The man looked at the face of his wife who was in the arms.
Fatimah disguises her body in the back of her husband. He then looked towards the peaceful face of Khumaira who was already asleep in the lap. The index finger is used to trace each curve of the baby's face.
“Iya, Bi. I think we just met yesterday. It turns out that God actually gave you as a gift to accompany me for the rest of our lives. It feels rich not to believe it,” he smiled wryly. “Maybe it will be different story if Mbak Aish is still alive.”
“Me and you will never be us,” he added, smiling wryly.
