Wife For Faith

Chapter 118

"Why are you talking like that, honey? Do you still doubt my love?" Aiman waited for Fatimah who was now sleeping Khumaira in her baby box, while she married behind the woman. "All this is by the permission of God. The destiny that has united us, Ummaya."

Aiman did not know how the look on the face of the wife because she was turning her back. He waited patiently for an explanation of the words from Fatimah. "Ummaya, tell me! Do you still doubt me?"

The woman's body turned around. Staring with a slightly forced smile. His hand held the jaw of the husband, then rubbed slowly. "I never doubted your love, Bi. But sometimes my mind likes to dream. If only this had been, if only I had been," he explained.

"I'm sorry for my behavior, Bi. I'm also sometimes as quiet as my own thoughts." Fatimah continued with pursed lips. The two palms of the woman, then held each ear to her left and right sides then looked at Aiman pleading. "Sorry, Bi!"

Who, after all, is a man who is not more in love if at home has a wife who is so beautiful, kind, good at speaking words, good at taking care of children, good at protecting themselves, and also family? There aren't. If there is a husband who abandoned such a wife.

Given a diamond, why choose a pebble that is nothing. Really stupid and stupid.

The man's smile was so handsome and with both hands, he pulled the wife's arm and placed it behind Aiman's own body. Now they are like a married couple.

Aiman and Fatimah looked at each other and admired each other. Sincere love and affection emanated clearly from the gaze, as well as the movements of the two couples.

"There is always room in this heart to always accept, or apologize for everything that has, or has never happened in our lives. Because you and I will always be us at all times." The two eyebrows stuck together, channeling a sense of warmth and comfort with a puff of breath hitting each other's skin.

Both of Fatimah's hands are now clad behind the neck of the husband. Letting Aiman embrace his wife's waist to maintain balance because being near the man still makes the diaphragm in his body work abnormally.

Let's just say Fatimah is more because it still acts like an ABG who is in the middle of kasmaran. But who cares? As long as the man was Aiman, his heartbeat would always beat beyond the normal limits.

"Should I believe it, dear? Or, it's just words for me to float around?" Fatimah swiped their noses slowly giving the sensation of an electric shock. However, this is more thrilling.

One corner of the man's lips was raised upwards. He enjoyed the 1nt1m4n created by his wife. "I don't have to give you words, or anything else. Because I'm sure, if you're always floating around if you're near me. Isn't that right, Ummaya?"

The two couples smiled sweetly, then the distance was further eroded by the two of them. When the two lips were so close and lived a little more to know each other. However, the sound of screaming and the push of the room door made the bodies of Aiman and Fatimah reflex away.

"Pig, Ummi!" haasan with an angry face. "Mas Asa called from earlier, you know. Why not answer it too?"

Fatimah immediately pretended to fix the Khumaira blanket, while Aiman himself was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. Hassan almost saw things that were not worth seeing at his age.

The man cleared his throat, then grabbed the child's shoulder to take out. Original, the heart of the two couples still rumbled like a drum that wanted to war. However, Aiman must immediately follow the will of the little one if not .. can die young he later because of Hassan's unfinished question.

"What's up, honey?" The eye was watching Fatimah who actually followed him along with Khumaira. "Did Maira wake up?"

Fatimah nodded. He then looked at Hassan who was now frowning because of a robot that was playing with his hand broken, while the road car hot well also experienced the same thing. It's worth it Mas Asa was angry, his mind.

The boy nodded without hesitation, then left the father dumbfounded in the spot for being ignored by Hassan, as well as Fatimah. Then what's his job here? Hey, he's a man, a husband, a father who of course has an important role in the house. But what is this?

"Abi felt neglected" Aiman said, then sat down near Khumaira, which is automatically next to Hassan. However, the boy was indifferent.

"Had better take a look! Let Ummaya repair Mas Asa's toys" he said without seeing Aiman.

Fatimah giggled amusedly looking at Aiman's shock face. The woman could do nothing because she was fixing Hassan's toy. This is not the first time the mother has refitted, but many times.

"It's as if you've seen Abi neglected, son," said Aiman, but his eyes kept on seeing Khumaira.

The woman laughed. "What, anyway, Bi? That person umma accidentally, really," elak Fatimah did not want to be blamed.

The man's eyes poked towards the wife. But the next thing made Aiman shocked. The toy that was in Khumaira's hand, was thrown right into his face.

Hassan and Fatimah were no less surprised. After that, they laughed. The wife was so free when laughing at the husband who was hit by free throw toys Khumaira, while the first child up to roll.

"Pity me, huh, Ma?" Hassan's laughter was still accompanying the words that came from his lips. The child is not even shy, let alone afraid of the father.

Aiman who was aware also immediately commented a stiff smile. Sick, no. But his life as a father is gone. Especially after Hassan actually looked at him with a soft look.

Fatimah folded her lips to hold back the almost gushing laughter again. However, he was resistant to appreciate the husband who had a sour face. "Hush! Mas Asa can't talk like that. Later Abimu purik," he whispered at the end of the sentence.

"Religion ... Abi denger, you know!"

Fatimah immediately let out her laughter again. Today the mood of the woman feels alternated like a chameleon. A happy morning, followed by tears during the day, now made to laugh amusedly because of the actions of the husband.

"Laughter on!" Aiman quipped the wife who would not stop to let go of her laughter, while Hassan had stopped and was now tugging at the mother's sleeve. However, he did not care and chose to go to the back garden with Khumaira.

"Let's go, Maira! Let's leave umma and Mas Asa here. Huuhh, who's wrong with Abi! That's why we shouldn't get close to them. We're Bestie, right, now, honey?" Aiman was like a madman for talking to a baby himself.

Hassan himself was cool and still wanted Fatimah to immediately repair robots and other toys. However, a call came back in from the mother's phone. His forehead creased when he found another man's name there. "Momu?"

"Yes, Honey. What's up?"

"Someone called!"