Wife For Faith

Chapter 138

"Hi, Honey." A beautiful woman in a cream hijab greeted cheerfully to the little boy who was sitting in front of his school. He continued to take a carefree step, while carrying a bag and also a plastic bag from one of the famous minimarkets.

"Hi, Aunt Juwi." Hassan who was waiting for an invitation smiled, even the eye was no less enthusiastic to meet the woman. "Tante, really, just got here again, anyway? Mas Asa was waiting for me from yesterday."

Juwita Ratu Berlian, or commonly called Juwi by the closest people put on a sorry face. He rubbed Hassan's cheeks slowly which looked bulging because he was sulking. "Sorry, yes, dear. Aunt Juwi yesterday had an event out of town. So I can't find Mas Asa," his jed was full of regrets.

"But, now, right, we've met. So, Mas Asa does not need to be sad, let alone sulking. Later, the handsome is gone, you know." Juwi looks so sincere to pay attention to the little boy.

The first time I met was due to accident. Starting from he who was waiting for friends–one of the teachers at the teaching place Hassan–, eventually they even became frequent meet. However, some days Juwi is working on the opposite island so that he can not meet Hassan.

"Oh, yes. Aunty has something, you know, make it my handsome Mas Asaku."

"Gee, Robot! Thank you, Aunt Juwi!" exclaimed Hassan happy, especially after seeing that brought by the beloved Aunt is his favorite toy. Happy that he accepted it.

However, the smile suddenly faded, the face turned sad when he remembered the advice of his parents.

"Well, why is Mas Asa's face so sad? Is the toy any less good?" Juwi was clearly confused by the change in look of the handsome boy beside her. He also breathed a confused breath.

This thing Juwi bought in the hope of making Hassan happy, but if this is the response. Himself became keki. "Did Mas Asa want another toy?"

Hassan returned to his head. He then looked up, looking at Aunt Juwi's sad face.

"Keep, what would Mas Asa want? Does this have anything to do with Umma Mas Asa?" Juwi had indeed heard about the nature and temperament of Hassan's mother. Of course he was happy, especially once met with the figure of Fatimah on the road.

Juwi admitted, Fatimah is a beautiful woman and of course the dream woman for men. She, who is only 26 years old, feels inferior to the aura of the beauty of Hassan's mother. It really diverts the world.

"Umma won't actually be angry. But," his horse, while biting his lips.

Juwi waited patiently. He did not even intentionally cut off the speech of the little boy.

“Why, Dear?” Being impatient, Juwi finally asked. “Oh, yes. Your relationship is better, right?”

Sighing tired, Hassan then threw his face the other way. “Mas Asa has been quieting his umma for a few days,” his story with a guilty face.

Juwi who saw the guilty face of Hassan became unbearable. His hand rubbed the child's short mane attentively. “It's been over two weeks, you know, honey. Why not forgive umma?”

Hassan was heavy. “I feel abi is getting more affectionate with adek, while to me being indifferent. Mas Asa also wants to be loved as before,” he said expectantly.

Juwi then hugged Hassan's body into his arms. He rubbed the frail back of the child, then kissed the top of his head full of affection. He himself who is so dear to the little child becomes unbearable.

“Maybe his ashes Mas Asa accidentally did that,” he said giving understanding. But Hassan shakes.

“Gak, Aunt. Abi has changed. The affection that used to be entirely for me, became divided and I did not like it,” refuted Hassan, clamoring with his stance.

Juwi was finally only able to give a swipe, a soft touch, to the attention that may have not been felt by Hassan for a long time. “Then let Aunt Juwi take their place. Aunty will definitely give her full attention and affection to Mas Asa.”

“What Mas Asa want?”

“Mas Asa.”

Hassan looked towards the front. He found a man dressed in cocoa, as well as trousers, minus a peci. It is likely that the man came to pick her up, then afterwards went to the mosque for Friday prayers.

“Abi.”

Juwi then released a embrace on Hassan's shoulder, then stood up to greet him. However, the man known as Aiman just lowered his head slowly, without returning his smile.

Aiman reached out in front of Hassan and then they went to the car where his father parked. He glanced at the woman who was still standing at the same spot, but only for a moment.

Juwi smiled broadly as she saw Hassan open the window of her car. He waved his hand cheerfully after the car drove off leaving him alone. The smile that had once adorned his face, now disappeared without a trace.

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“Tadi who?”

“Tante Juwi.”

“Do you have known him long?”

Quiescent. Hassan who was asked was silent. Fruiting his face outwards as if he did not want to talk much with his father. The mood in the car turned silent.

Aiman himself had repeatedly lured Hassan to speak, but the boy pretended to be deaf. This awkward atmosphere had already happened a few days ago to this day. As a father, of course he does not want to linger silent with each other with the child.

Not never try to invite the child to make up, but often, even every day, hour, minute, second. However, the stubbornness handed down by him to Hassan backfired for him.

“Mas Asa's. Are you still with Abi?” ask Aiman who is driving. His eyes repeatedly steal a look at the baby, but the same. Not successfully.

“Abi,” call Hassan after long shut up.

“Iya, Darling. Mas Asa want to ask what?”

Aiman was anxious, waiting for what words would come from Hassan's tiny mouth. He had even subconsciously held the steering wheel so tightly due to being too nervous.

“Why did abi marry again, anyway?”

His pupils instantly widened. Surprised by the question of the baby who is too random. Aiman had suspected that Hassan's silence must have been related to his wife, as well as his son from Fatimah.

“Before abi answers your question .. Abi wants to ask first Mas Asa. What can?” Aiman should set a good example for the child. He also slightly disliked the attitude taken by Hassan.

Hassan nodded.

Aiman tried to catch his breath, then threw it out of his nose. “Does anything affect you?”

“What, Bi?” Hassan is still a child. So, naturally, he did not understand the meaning of the father's question. “Mas Asa does not understand.”

“So gini, have there been foreigners in recent months trying to get close to Mas Asa? Continue, saying the no-no about umma?” ask Aiman directly.

The child was silent again. He bit his lower lip in doubt. Hassan was also thinking, looking for the person in question. “Tante Juwi,” he replied after a long time of thought.

Aiman then remembered the woman who had just accompanied her son at the stop. He fell silent, trying to remember the face of the hijab woman earlier. However, the memory felt shaded because it did not pay too much attention to the person's face.

“Abi has no intention of banning Mas Asa from making friends, or hanging out with anyone. But, what needs to be remembered by Mas Asa is if there are strangers trying to get close, especially with the aim of instigating better stay away!” aiman.

But Hassan was snoring.

“What Mas Asa just snorted on abi?” Aiman was of course surprised by what his eldest son had just done. “Abi has never taught Mas Asa to be disrespectful. Apologize!”

“APologize, Abi,” he said ogah-ogahan.

“Right apologies!” reply Aiman who knows if the child's apology is not from the heart.

“What, anyway, Bi? Mas Asa, right, I'm sorry. Why even extended, anyway?”

“Who taught you to behave like that?”

“Not there,” reply cuek.

“Mas Asa!” jolt Aiman with eyes panned coldly to his son. Which again just let go.