Wife For Faith

Chapter 129

Activities in the afternoon are synonymous with sitting relaxed, or chatting with beloved family. Even if there are other things, usually done with friends, or even new acquaintances. Just like Fatimah did.

A woman who is now a housewife. Now being preoccupied with the two beloved children in the garden behind the house. Various child toys to robots were scattered around.

No matter the condition of the page as it has just been exposed to the wind ****** pickaxe. Fatimah remained relaxed, even laughing happily along with Khumaira and Hassan.

Aiman was in the room to clean up in the bathroom. The clothes, as well as other equipment had already been prepared by Fatimah.

Aspiring inhabitants of heaven once.

"Umma, look, it's a picture I made!" Hassan exclaimed enthusiastically as the boy managed to create a human image. Yes, even though it's still like a little human, but it's better.

"Well, his son umma is very smart. Good job, honey!" Fatimah's two thumbs were raised towards Hassan. Her smile never faded when she was with their two children.

Meanwhile, Khumaira himself has not been able to walk so all he does is turn left, then right. Sitting still needs support so as not to fall backward and make his head hit.

"Unfortunately Umma, what else is this? Well, his legs don't get into dong's mouth, Dek!" Fatimah immediately gently pulled Khumaira's leg which was almost in the little guy's mouth. The woman was so confused, even almost too small. The baby who is growing is indeed so clever that it makes the mother should not turn away in the slightest.

Khumaira swung both hands, aligned with both feet. It was as if he was protesting to the mother because what he wanted was forbidden. The eyes are already glazed and it is certain that soon it will be heard ….

"Goddessa!"

Justright. Khumaira's cry broke out. The mother immediately lifted the baby, then pat Fatimah on the back, in rhythm with a gentle swipe to win her daughter. However, his lips were slightly cackled in anxiety.

"What's up, Umma? Maira why?" Aiman who has not finished wearing pants until he had to run out of the room. Even the pants were blum neatly attached.

"Daddy, shame!" exclaim Fatimah and Hassan compact.

Hassan even patted his own eel because he saw the behavior of his father. Luckily they were at home, it would be a big deal, if they were in a public place. "Why do you, anyway? I can't do anything to wear pants in the room," continued the eldest with his head shaking concerned.

"Stop that laugh, Umma!" aiman protested when he saw his wife still laughing. "That's my son why? How, can it cry like that?"

Fatimah folded her lips to hold back the laughter that just kept wanting to gush from her mouth. “What, anyway, Bi? My people laugh with Maira, kok,” elaknya.

“Mana. People are clear that your son is crying again, kok, invited to laugh,” cynical Aiman does not believe it just like that. Now, the pants are properly attached to the man's long legs. ”Why do you still think about me like that?”

“Who took you, anyway, Bi? That guy's got another cat jog behind you.”

The more strange reasons made by Fatimah that made Aiman exhale half irritated. He also began to step closer to the baby who was still crying in front of the wife. “Adududu, Abi's son why, dear? Umma, naughty?”

Now Khumaira is in the arms of her beloved father. Miraculously, the cry had already stopped immediately, changing into a happy laugh.

“Smart child. Abi is smart. Yuk, we play plane-treatment!” said Aiman who has now made the gesture of the little one's body like it will fly. “Aircraft Maira will be released immediately. In the count of three, we'll be sliding. One, two three, let's go!

Hassan himself did not want to lose. The eldest asked the father to change to lift his body, while the little one actually returned fussy because he felt his body stopped, even though he was so happy about his togetherness with the father.

“Inter, yes, Darling. Mas Asa queues up first, let Maira take off where she needs to be. ‘Kan, it is impossible for a parking plane in a random place. Later, if something happens how? Would Mas Asa want responsibility?” Aiman tries to give understanding to the baby to be patient.

“But, right, Mas Asa also wanted.” the lips of the child was conical spoiled because his desire was not obeyed by the father. “Abi now choose love. Since there was Dedek Maira, abi has never played again with me!” hassan shouted furiously, then ran to the room.

“Mas Asa! Hey, wait for abi's explanation, honey!” Aiman looked at Hassan's body and just entered his own room. The wooden door was closed so tightly that it made a loud sound.

Fatimah who heard the commotion immediately looked to where the snag husband was standing. “What is this, Bi? Where is Asa going? How, not keliahtan? Wasn't he playing robots?” The eyes circled around, but did not find the firstborn.

“Abi, Mas Asa to where?” ask Fatimah once.

“Mas Asa crinkles like, deh, Umma.”

Fatimah frowned confusedly. “Means?”

Aiman was tired. Of course he as a father who has been taking care of Hassan since childhood will be so easy to feel the slightest strange thing about the baby. Therefore, the man knew very well that Hassan's feelings were jealous.

“Mas Asa thought I was more fond of Maira,” her brother with a sad face.

“That's impossible, Abi.” Fatimah clearly knew the husband's feelings for his two children were never differentiated.

“But, Mas Asa himself spoke like that earlier.”

The unwell Fatimah immediately took Khumaira, and asked her husband to go to the child's room. He did not want Hassan to be misunderstood, let alone this regarding such a sensitive feeling.

“I have to say what, Honey?” asked Aiman who was confused to persuade his son what he was like. He knew all along that he had never seduced Hassan, let alone this about their good relationship.

Aiman used to be so cute and bodo time. Now he must be faced with a word, or commonly referred to as also by persuading people who are sulking. As a result, he also began to be confused.

“Jeez, Abi!” Fatimah became anxious herself with the behavior of her husband. “Yes, cajoling your own child can not. The turn to woo women aja jago,” he continued full of scorn.

“Where have I ever seduced women?” Aiman immediately did not accept when accused of being a female seduction. “Did you forget what I was like, hm?”

“Ooh, really?” ask Fatimah to pretend to forget even though she was laughing in her heart. "I'm sorry, I seem to be amnesiac."

“Aih, this is someone's wife, kok, even rhyme," complained Aiman began to get frustrated. "Ah, stop. Abi wants to persuade Mas Asa first. Later, if the little one is done, then we continue our business, dear!" One corner of Aiman's lips was raised upwards as if he was warning his wife.

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