Wife For Faith

Chapter 125

Aiman is now in the warehouse, where the direct manufacture of clothes is displayed in the window of F'Muslimah. He along with Hartono–the confidant of the wife was surveying the work of 35 employees.

They were all workers chosen directly by Fatimah to make a good, quality outfit. Evidently, after several years of working with these great people, his business is getting ahead, even many people intend to become resellers of F'Muslimah products.

However, instead of refusing sustenance, Fatimah only wants to focus on her own efforts first. They also understand even though there are still those who sneer.

"For Ms Henny's order, have you finished it?" Aiman asked while looking at the notes from customers who ordered 100 pcs of couple shirts, grosemaids and Bridesmaids. 

"Already, Sir. We just sent him today." Hartono is always reliable. Fatimah believed in him so much.

"Then, for Maheswara Company how? Will you be able to do this in one more week?" Aiman was surprised when he saw 1000 pcs Family Gathering T-shirts included in the list in his book. He turned his head towards Haryono who had already looked at him first.

"Thank God, we have done more than half of it, sir. But, today we only asked 10 employees to work on making the t-shirt."

"Loh, why? Wouldn't it be faster if 20 people worked on it?"

Hartono smiled slightly once more. "We got a wedding dress order from 5 pairs of brides, sir. So, of course we have to divide the task according to their abilities," he explained.

Aiman smiled. He then patted Hartono on the back, apart from being a confidant of Fatimah, this man was also one of the designers who was quite senior among the others. All the works made by his hands became an amazing masterpiece.

Unlike Fatimah who took all the job dresses and suits, Hartono focused more on dresses for women only. Even like that, he does not mengondek, let alone kemayu. The caravan is still gallant, upright, and also friendly. Therefore, all customers are satisfied with the work of the man.

The cooperation between Hartono and Fatimah is indeed no doubt. However, because now Fatimah is more focused on taking care of children, as well as families. The job was taken over by the man.

"Thank you, Ton. Thanks to you, my wife's efforts to develop the F'Muslimah boutique are progressing and growing rapidly. Once again thank you," said Aiman proudly.

Hartono bowed politely to the husband of his superior. He felt unworthy of appreciation from Aiman because he felt that his performance was not full. "Master was too complimentary. I'm not even much help here" he said humbly.

"If my wife had heard it, she would have sneered at you" replied Aiman, asserted by Hartono.

"My wife and I work together often. Even though he was busy studying, he always took the time to keep coming to design lessons with us. Lucky for you to get a woman like him," praised Hartono who already knew the struggle of a Fatimah from the past until now.

Success does not make Fatimah become self-forgetful and arrogant. There will always be times where the woman shares, even giving bonuses many times over to employees for all their efforts.

"Yes, you're right." Aiman smiled, imagining his smiling wife's face. "I'm really lucky to get a wife like your boss. He's been my dark light all along."

"But" his nose with narrowed eyes.

Hartono looked with squinting eyes. "But …."

"You don't like my wife anymore, do you?"

Aiman frowned in wonder. He looked around, but he did not find anything strange to make others laugh. So, because what makes Hartono laugh like that? The man scratched the back of his head, confused.

Hartono who was satisfied with laughter began to catch his breath. He held the door handle with his chest up and down. However, the rest of the laughter was still visible on the lips of the man.

"Is there anything funny about my question?" aiman asked for an explanation.

His hands waved, rejecting the wrong presumption of the boss' husband.

"Then why are you laughing?"

Phewuhhhh. Hartono exhaled a long breath. He then looked up after bending down to muffle his laughter. "It's not like that, sir," he said.

Aiman was waiting patiently. Hartono himself is still busy stringing words to explain that between himself and the boss has no interest.

"So, look, Mr. Faith." Hartono then began to explain how his relationship with Fatimah. From the beginning of the meeting until now a solid partner. All of that certainly does not work immediately, there must be twists and turns toward a peak like this and of course all that is clearly outside of the feeling.

To love a Fatimah is very easy, even many of his class friends used to admire the woman. There were some who loudly came to ask Fatimah to be a lover, and some proposed.

However, all of that was responded to by Fatimah calmly. Without hurting, or giving false hope, the woman said that their way of life is still long. There must be more women out there than her, and there are many other reasons.

For Hartono himself, he had that feeling as well. However, it was soon removed because of how strong Fatimah's determination to become a successful woman was. However, there was one thing that amazed him from Fatimah.

“Your wife always keeps her attitude and association with us who are majority of men. We certainly respect all of his decisions not to have physical contact. Even funny, there was a man who came to propose to your wife, but not Fatimah who refused,” he explained, while holding back laughter.

“Continue, who rejected it?” asked Aiman who was so happy to hear the past of Fatimah who many friends with the opposite sex, but he still can take care of himself.

“We,” the answer restrained laughter.

“Hah, us? Mean”

“Iya, We. At that time, Fatimah, Inaya, ah he meant late home,” he said correcting the man's own words. “I, Ridho, Measure, Revelation, and Samsul who answered his proposal by mentioning all the reasons your wife always says, before she spoke up.”

Aiman laughed. He imagined being in the same place as them, then smiled. Stupidly I used to want to reject him who was so much admired by my people. Luckily, God immediately awakened to this foolish mind!

“Even until now my wife is still a lot who like it,” Aiman with a face of a nelangsa.

“But, believe me, Sir! Mommy Fatimah will never wish you! Unless you act foolishly by beating him up,” he continued with a friendly smile, but it contained many threats.