Wife For Faith

Chapter 130

Many people say, children must be more sensitive to be around, even they are always honest in speaking. What is in the heart, and the mind, yes, will come out of his mouth. Therefore, don't blame Hassan if he analyzes the slightest change about the father.

Now, it is the adult who is in charge of understanding the commotion they are making themselves. Aiman squatted in front of the face of the little guy who was looking, not wanting to see the man. The 7-year-old may be mellow, or even jealous of the presence of his beautiful sister–Khumaira.

"Mas Asa" called the father of the two gentle. His hand he held dearly, then placed on the thigh of the firstborn. Those eyes were staring in the shade full of fear. "I'm sorry Abi if some time this is lacking in paying attention to you. But, Abi never chose love in loving you."

There was a sense of tightness in the chest when he saw the child still did not want to look at him. Aiman did not know if his busy life had made Hassan feel neglected, but there was no intention at all to do so.

A speck of clear crystal fell on the cheek of the father. However, he quickly removed it so that his son did not see it. The man's loud smile was so that the baby did not feel guilty.

For almost fifteen minutes, Aiman continued to babble, invite to talk, even always saying the usual things from the usual day. He even had to be a clown just to make a smile, and the laughter of the baby appeared.

However, Hassan remained unmoved. Straining the father's face.

Aiman who feels the baby needs time to retreat. However, a pull at the end of the shirt made the man's footsteps undo. His face turned to look at the perpetrator and it turned out that he was Hassan.

“What's up, son? Do you need anything?”

“Abi,” pause Hassan, while looking for the courage to speak up.

Aiman himself just waited.

The little guy looks so confused. He did not even dare to look at his father who was still waiting patiently. His lips were about to say the words, but closed back. “Abi angry with Mas Asa?” ask her with teary eyes.

Aiman immediately crouched back and brought the body of the elder into his embrace. He said an apology, even giving a peck in a row at the top of Hassan's head.

“Abi is not angry at all with Mas Asa. It is precisely Abi who should apologize for not being able to be a good father figure for you, son. Please forgive abi, dear!” Aiman continued to shower the child with many apologies, as well as sincere affection.

He did not want any misunderstanding between them. “We're one family, honey. Never feel cheated on, let alone jealous of your own brother. Maybe, if umma, and abi pay little attention to Maira, it's because your sister is paying a lot of attention,” her fingers, while rubbing Hassan's hair.

“But, believe me, it's all done because the growth period that is being experienced by Maira is indeed in need of a lot of attention from all of us, including Mas Asa as well. Mas Asa as a good akaka should also accompany his sister, as well as take care of her.”

“So, Mas Asa would like, right, forgive abi?” Aiman's little finger is now thrust out in front of her child. The man has also provided an explanation as easily as possible so that the 1st grade SD child understands and understands.

Hassan, who loved Khumaira very much, nodded. He again hooked his little finger with his father's. Two handsome men, different generations are now staring at each other, throwing smiles at each other, to embrace together.

Meanwhile, outside now it is waiting for Fatimah and also Khumaira. The baby is now busy watching television on his mother's lap, while still feeding companion food into his tiny mouth.

“Umma!” exclaims Hassan who is now in the sling Aiman.

The woman smiled widely, then received a warm hug, and a kiss on the cheek of the firstborn. Relief after seeing the father and son had made up could not be covered. “Are you hungry?” ask him to look for another topic.

“Ehm. Mas Asa's stomach has been demoed since, Umma.” Now the whimper was again heard at the Baseer family home. Fatimah, Aiman, and Maira also enliven the atmosphere by eating together.

“Casty once, My dear. Do you intend to tease me, hm?” Aiman blinked one of his eyelids in front of his wife. However, the man had to be disappointed that Fatimah only replied to him with a flick of her wet hair.

“Ckckck, what kind of wife always flirts with her husband on the moon?” The sentence full of satire continues to be thrown from the lips of the husband who feels like hell because he cannot touch his beloved wife.

“Do not need lebay, deh, Bi. Besides, can't the man hold back his desire for one week?” Fatimah began to serve the attitude of the husband who began to sulk, or even ask for gelut? But the second one seems to make more sense.

“Who is more? We are men, right, just want his wife to know if we are feeling cold heat because fasting does not touch his wife,” elak Aiman still keep his eyes on the back of the wife.

“Mas? How, I'm not sure, yeah?” Now, Fatimah deliberately looked at the husband's face. One foot up the wife began to be lifted until now sitting like a haughty woman, but still charming with wet hair, and the smell of vanilla.

Aiman tightened his jaws, then glanced in the other direction to avoid Fatimah's stunning face. The woman was so aware of her husband's weakness that she chose to give up instead of having to feel pain down there because she had to hold back.

“Yuhuu, Abi. Where are you?” Intentionally, Fatimah walked over to the bed. His legs, which were now on the bed, were pulled closer to the blanket bundle where Aiman was down there.

Now, the body of the wife was already on the body of the husband who did not want to come out of the blanket thick. Fatimah herself tried as much as possible to get rid of the object, but Aiman continued to survive.

“Keep away you devious devil!”

“No. I will always come when you are careless, dear,” replied Fatimah, giggling amusedly.

“You can frustrate me the most, honey. But, please! I beg you to let this one infuriating and tormenting week go on without your temptation, Ummaya!” pinta Aiman welds from inside the blanket.

“Aih, but I can't, Abi,” reject Fatimah who is so random.

Hearing the answer the wife also made a blanket that had been holding them back from staring at each other, finally opened. With a sullen face, Aiman immediately reversed the situation by supporting the wife's body underneath.

“Why? Am I so pretty, hm?” fatimah asked, then blinked one eye in front of the husband's face.

“You know, my dear. If this self is so weak in your beauty, but why do you always bother me when you come to the moon, hm? Do you not know, my beloved wife, that it is the same as torturing me?”

Fatimah chuckled amusedly. “Either why, if I am in the midst of the arrival of guests, it is so excited to tease you, Bi. I don't know. It's just happening to me, or is it out there like me? Anyway, that abi can't protest!”

Aiman snorted, and then gently his finger flicked at his wife's forehead. “Like to do it, darling. Abi can't ban you. Pass me!” reply the man can't bargain anymore.

His body also stepped away from the top of the wife, then changed to hug his life pillow.

“What first, Bi! I haven't cleaned my towel.”

“Clearned. Anyway I want to hug you till morning. No rejection!”

“This, anyway, is a weapon eat sir. Rasakno, Fat-Fat!” he said softly with the nelangsa when he could not dwell in the arms of the husband.