Wife For Faith

Chapter 137

Fatimah continued to help clean up the leftovers that were beside Khumaira's mouth. This afternoon he had just eaten MPASI. The little guy looks happy because he has got the energy for himself chattering adorable baby style.

Maya herself who was playing at Fatimah's house could only look lazily. “Fa,” call him after seeing nephew play by himself.

“What? Are you tired of living?” ask Fatimah sarcas.

“Ckckck, it looks like your mouth is getting here, getting there, deh, Fa. Or, the brakes are blong?” The eyes looked coldly at the friend. He came here, not merely wanting to do good, but with another purpose.

“Partially every time you come here it usually just vent the same problem continues. ‘Kan, I as a human who sometimes likes lazy, yes, bored can, dong?”

“Yes, do not be honest really why be a person,” Maya quip with Fatimah's attitude that is too as it is.

“Honestly that's my last name. So, it's hard for me to throw it away. Oh, aye. Who are you here with? Isn't your rich girlfriend again a duty to Bandung?” Fatimah did not have time to look with whom the friend came because he was taking care of the baby.

“I escorted same girlfriend a million people.”

“Hah? Is there?”

Both the eyeballs of Fatimah rotate malasnya. Really, if he could change his friend for anything, he might have done it a long time ago. However, because he was so affectionate and love for the mother of one child was finally willing to give up.

“Do not pretend to bege, deh, Fah. Or, you want me to call your husband who hasn't been home for a long time, huh?”

Fatimah smiled happily. “Bby. Then all the titip tell men akoh, later bring special fried rice for umma beloved,” his proposal with a smile so wide.

“Lah, even more fresh. Ogah, don't be me. Mending to sleep only caught good.”

After that they were silent. Busy with each other's thoughts without intending to invite chat. Fatimah herself is now putting Khumaira to bed. I saw the eyes of my little one who had started to close little by little.

Maya herself is opening her social media. Accounts that have not been touched for a long time until several times get notifications from the owner of the platform to update a happy moment. However, that did not make him nervous at all.

"I want to hug the moon."

Fatimah looked at the friend with a look of horror. No wind, no rain, Maya says things beyond human reason. However, if the human is like Maya Ivory Princess it is not a strange thing. “Do not start, deh, May!"

"Fati, you know, right, that my life is like a nano-nano candy. Which sometimes there is sweetness, sour, salty, even spicy,” Maya said while resting her head on her arms.

“Terus?”

“You think I can live happily, right?" ask Maya with a serious mimic. No joke, let alone a joke.

Fatimah was silent for a while. He looked at Maya's face with a straight look. He himself had also felt in a position like a friend. Where the world feels so unfair to him.

However, in retrospect, he realized that if his name was not always straight, there must be a time when they had to turn. Sweet, not always sweet, bitter not always bitter.

All of those feelings, one day will actually become a memory. Learn to not repeat the same mistakes, let alone fall in the hole again. If until that happens, it means that the human has never learned from experience, or indeed they are already immune? I don't know.

"I'm not God, May. But every happiness, pain felt by man is already rooted by the Creator. So, we as a people can only try and strive,” reply wisely.

Now, after coming Riko in his life makes him have to open his eyes wide. Life is not always about the past. The man taught me a lot about life. However, the woman herself also did not know what to reply with the lover.

"Aamiinu. May Allah also confirm your words. Aih, why we even become indiscriminate like that, anyway, May. Oh, yeah, I want a story." Fatimah remembered something that she needed to discuss with her best friend.

These few days the taste is getting more and more day by day, the more it gets stuck. So, he needed someone to help him out of those feelings. Aiman has also been invited to discuss this together. However, the husband asked her to forget.

Her name is a woman who has sensitive feelings. It is not easy for him to forget things that have disturbed the heart, as well as the mind, let alone this is a family relationship. It can't be ignored.

"What story?" It seems that Maya's mood is much better. He himself asked Fatimah to sit on the long sofa that was outside. It will feel sad if lingering in the room owned by a married couple.

After they reached the living room, Fatimah asked Maya to sit down first, while she took drinks, as well as food for the guest. The owner of the house almost forgot to serve food because he was busy putting the baby to sleep.

“Thank you.” Maya receives orange juice that Fatimah made especially for her. “This you made yourself? Or, buy in front of the complex?”

“Dih. Make yourself!”

“Yeah, don't make it hard too. Akoh, right, it's all right. Why is that the answer is very nyolot,” Maya sneer, then drink the orange juice made by the friend cheerfully. Yes, the woman is indeed a lover of sour taste, sweetness, and bitter coffee.

Fatimah did not touch the friend's scorn. Her butt was sitting on the same long sofa as Maya. The face of the ayu looks uninspired after remembering the problems that are plaguing her heart. "It's about the nature of Mas Asa."

"Why?”

"A few days ago, my firstborn was angry with us."

"Wow, what's going on? It was not usually that handsome boy sulked. Did something happen between you?" Maya was of course shocked by what she had just heard. For all he knew, Hassan was his quiet, but also friendly, warm son.

So, there can't be no fire, if no one ignites it.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you, May.”

"Tell me! Maybe I can help you."

Fatimah also told her what happened a while ago in their home. From Aiman who was pampering Khumaira, then Hassan was jealous because he thought the father was more affectionate to the bontot.

“Then how now? Is Asa still craving you guys?” ask Maya after the friend finished talking.

Fatimah wiped away the tears that suddenly burst out from her eye patch. She tries to cover up the sadness with a laugh, but Maya is not stupid to feel the hurt feelings in her heart.

The palm of the hand rubbed the shoulder of the friend. “You can cry, Fa. Remember, you are human too. A creature that has a heart and a taste. So, instead of being buried, wouldn't it be more comforting if you spill it now?”

Fatimah immediately covered her face with both hands. That thing is getting here harder and harder. It turned into a heart-wrenching roar.

“Mas Asa is a little bit away from me, May. He even looked at me like I was a bad person who had stolen his valuables. I-I don't know what to do, May,” she said accompanied by sobs.”

“There must be someone who has influenced him. But, who?”