Wife For Faith

Chapter 13

My dream at the moment? How could he recognize himself as his future wife? Before this, he was still indifferent to me? So, what does this guy really want, anyway?

“Why see me like that? And, also why are you still wandering around in an inappropriate hour for a woman to be outside? Especially with a man who has nothing to do with you, or your family?”

Both of Fatimah's eyelids flickered comically when she heard a man who was known to be cold and ironic speaking, instead preaching in front of her now. Shocked and disbelieving are the feelings that the woman is experiencing.

“Before I'm sorry, Sir. Because you have interrupted the conversation between the two of you,” said Dhani a little less like the way a man talks next to his best friend. “Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Dhani Wicaksono, friend and good friend of Fatimah.”

Aiman's black bead only glanced cynically at the hand that was being stretched out on the cafe table towards him. “Sorry, Mr. Dhani. My hand is difficult to return your handshake because ..” He deliberately pointed at the body of Hassan who was sleeping in the arms tightly.

“Ah, yes. Sorry, I'm less sensitive.” Dhani also smiled wryly when she realized, if the man in front of her is quite haughty, even impressed arrogant. Netranya then tried to glance at Fatimah who was even busy being silent with a look of amazement. It was like watching such a great show.

“Fa,” call Dhani trying to melt this pretty stiff atmosphere.

“Oh, yes, Dhan. What's up?” Fatimah looked surprised until she unconsciously turned so quickly towards the friend, without caring if the figure of Aiman at the side was glancing at him sharply.

“Is he really your future husband?” tanyanya softly confirmed, while glancing at Aiman from the tail of his eyes.

Fatimah took a glance at Aiman, then returned to Dhani. He tilted his head a little doubtfully. “Ehm, yes, arguably like that,” the answer is half stammered.

Aiman who had been staring at Dhani with a cold look, immediately annoyed. “Isn't it clear that we're getting married? So, why are there still doubts in your words?”

What, this guy, anyway? Why did you start talking about it?

“Please take care of your remarks, Sir. My friend is not a woman who can be underlined, especially by a man who said he claimed to be her future husband!” bela Dhani for not liking Aiman's slightly dictatorial style of speech

Fatimah was actually lazy to be in this kind of situation. However, she is also not a woman who likes to run away from problems. After all, it is not good to show our ugliness in front of many people.

Make this pretty short decision soon.

“Excuse me, Gentlemen. Sorry, looks like it's night. So, I'd better go home first.” This step was clearly taken by him in the shortest time method in order to avoid problems that spread everywhere.

“Then let me take between.” Dhani soon ambushes and intends to bring his best friend.

“Sorry, Sir. Looks like the one who is more worthy to drive Fatimah is me.” Aiman stood up straight and stared dislikefully at the kind intentions of the man who was quite disrespectful.

“Stop! What are you guys doing, anyway? Aren't you ashamed of being seen by so many people?” Patience from Fatimah. His head was scabbled, especially after seeing the feud between Dhani and Aiman.

The two men in front of him are now fighting each other to fight over who should take Fatimah home. They even looked cold war, even throwing murderous gazes at each other.

Sickened. Fatimah screamed in front of the faces of the two men in front of her. It's old, but it's like a kid fighting over candy and elbowing each other.

No one would budge, making Fatimah ashamed, even if a gaze could kill a human. Perhaps, now there are many innocent lives lying on the ceramic floor in a state of not breathing.

“I can go home by myself. Assalamualaikum.” After that, Fatimah did not allow the two men beside her to drive her home. He was not an item that could be passed here and there and could be contested like a ball.

His pride was still too high to serve two men at once. “Free I've been single for years, even to mosses like this, otherwise it can handle both of them. Anyway, what's so good, anyway, being contested? Which is even embarrassed,” grunts when passing the cafe exit.

Meanwhile, Dhani and Aiman were still at the table they had occupied earlier. There was no sound, even now they were throwing their faces away. Aiman himself chose to move on after the departure of Fatimah. There was no more business for him in this place. So, it's better to go home than to wait for something unclear.

“Bogged basis!” umpat Dhani when he saw the back of the man who he said was the future husband of Fatimah with an upset look. “The capital looks handsome doang also free, if the mouth can not be maintained to say sweet. Cih!”

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The next morning, the sun was shining. There was no sign of rain, but Aminah still advised her children to keep carrying umbrellas and also equip the child with lunch, as well as warm drinks to relieve the throat.

“Bu, it looks like Fati does not need to bring this .. shame,” said Fatimah with a cheek on her face. Just imagine it has made himself almost dead stiff, especially if he actually remains to guard it.

The middle-aged woman clucked. “How about, anyway, Fa? Anyway, what's wrong with bringing supplies? Dad never even protested every day brought lunch. So, don't have to protest a lot, deh!”

The child's lips are pursed. “It's not like that, Mom. But, the stock box, loh, which makes Fati no face,” point with a saddled face that portrays pororo. “Fati is not a child anymore, Mom. So, please change, please!”

Aminah. “Brought in, or mom will be angry?”

A very difficult choice. Fatimah can be left alone for a day by the mother. Can starve to death later because it is not cooked, whether all snacks in the house must not be touched by him. Poor Fatimah's.

Want to not, like not to like. Finally Fatimah also pulled the box with pororo's picture. Then the leg was dragged to the exit. His face was bent in such a way, as if showing that he was now sulking.

“You don't want to salim first with mom?”

Just as she reached the door, the voice of the housewife stopped her steps. Lazy and helpless, his legs again stepped towards the mother standing haughty, then kissed the back of the hand, and both cheeks Aminah.

After that, he said his greetings with ogah-ogahan. He was still sulking, but Aminah seemed to not care and was busy drumming, while wiping the dining table they had just used for breakfast together.

“Fati, in front of your future husband. So, please say my regards to him!” shouted Aminah who made Fatimah's body tense.

Sure enough, the car that a few days ago was parked spoiled in front of his house. Now, back to meet the shoulder of the road so that a little make another four-wheeled vehicle must be rethought to pass.

“Actually what does he mean, anyway? Not that yesterday at school was indifferent, but why now even act like a gentleman?” fatimah asked, as she smacked her sweet mouth, after drinking chocolate milk.

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