Wife For Faith

Chapter 14

"Come in!"

“Hah, me?” Fatimah pointed to herself with a confused face.

“You think, who am I talking to?”

Fatimah sighed heavily as early in the morning already breakfast a spicy bin cold greeting from someone who did not seem to have expected her presence.

"But, I've ordered ojol, sir." The woman was still trying to refrain from rotating her two eyes. Because it was very disrespectful, especially the man in front of him this .. who he said would be a husband, or his life friend later.

Can sin big later that there is. He wants to go to heaven, not hell.

The man clucked. "Rather than you ordering ojol and making you late for school. Doesn't that hurt your students so much?"

Why would he turn into such a shitty guy, anyway? I thought it wasn't like this, huh. Fine, friendly, but if for the sake of speaking it is true from the beginning. Lah, this? Looks like Fatimah has to multiply beristighfar today. Part of him has been made dizzy by the attitude of the mother and is now added by the prospective husband.

Oh my God, my life is so beautiful.

"Woi! Even daydreaming," said Aiman, "want until when do you stand there? Time goes on, Miss."

Fatimah refrained from punching her future husband in the face.His hands clenched beside her body that stood stiff. He was shocked and upset at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, and then getting hit fast. The lips try to smile. Step slightly dragged, his legs are covered by a black skirt, and the top of the batik walk to the car that has been parked waiting for him since.

His hand was already in the rear door handle, but deheman from the direction of the wheel canceled his intention, then with a heavy heart moved forward. After closing the door– might be called also slamming– Fatimah was made surprised–again will the presence of a small angel figure in the back seat.

"Hi, Mas Asa. You want to go to school, right?" the question was gentle, different when talking to the figure beside him. Sewots.

Before this, though he was so flattering, even respecting Aiman Baha Baseer. His name is so often flattered, even idolized by young teachers at school. The man did have such a great appeal, even being targeted as a candidate for priest for their family.

Crick krik krik

The breeze coming from the car blower made Fatimah smile awkwardly. If likened, Fatimah is now in the Desert with two men of different ages, but she is only considered a cactus tree that is ignored its existence.

Can you curse at all?

Fatimah almost threw her body out the window, probably by doing so they–Hassan and Aiman– would like to glance at her. The woman was a little surprised, she clearly felt the relationship with the child of her best friend–Aisyah yesterday was quite good. However, why would a child look indifferent to him?

"Mas Asa." Fatimah had not given up on seeking the attention of the handsome boy behind her chair. "Have breakfast yet? Or, Grandma Siti has brought what supplies today? It must be delicious."

Aiman himself just stayed in the steering chair. He was more focused on driving, rather than having to talk to Fatimah. The man grumbled a little inside. Anyhow all this is due to coercion from her mother–Siti. Maybe if not, he and Hassan have arrived at the school.

Yes, Greetings. How could I be caught between these two primitive humans? After all, why would anyone offer a ride, but his attitude was like that of an insincere person? Hufttts.

"Well, if you don't want me to talk. Okay, this mouth will lock me!" Fatimah took the right step. He did not want only himself to live in this world, if they were silent, yes, he would be silent.

Why try to be a Pancoran clown, just to please others.

Hassan himself chose to throw his face towards the window. This morning, he was upset with his father. Aiman almost ruined the work he had done yesterday afternoon. Luckily, the dent is only on the left, not thorough.

Can cry later Hassan existing, if until the masterpiece is damaged.

The first goal was to get Hassan to school. Arriving there, there is already Bu Wardah who welcomes his students so kindly. The woman was quite surprised by the presence of a mature and beautiful female figure sitting on the seat beside the steering wheel.

His move automatically welcomed the arrival of Hassan and his parents. He did not even hesitate to open the door of his student's car, then greeted politely towards the woman who was putting on a friendly face.

“Good morning, Sir, Ma'am," said Mrs Wardah politely.

"Good morning too, ma'am." Fatimah was hesitant to answer the greeting of the woman. However, he is also a teacher, of course it is impossible to ignore others who want to be friendly with him.

Aiman himself only nodded slightly, then intended to step on the gas pedal, but the woman next to him was busy chatting with the teacher from Hassan. Make him have to be patient not to gas.

Meanwhile, Bu Wardah actually invited Fatimah to talk about the development of Hassan to get the woman out of the car. She was actually a little awkward, let alone the many mothers who noticed her, even whispering.

Gosh, ghibah disease everywhere is always delicious.

"We are really asking for cooperation with mother and father to persuade Mas Asa to appear in Tahfidz Quran next month in Ancol. We all know, if the child is so good at teaching. Therefore, please persuade Mas Asa to come along, Mom!"

Fatimah smiled when she heard that the child of her best friend was very good at teaching. Sure, his parents would be proud to have a son like Hassan. He turned his head towards the car and someone in there had signalled to hurry up.

His head was turned back towards Ms. Wardah. For a moment he thought and weighed. The natural talent possessed by Hassan will be very useful for all, while if not used must be redundant.

"Alright, later I will try to persuade Mas Asa to follow the race, Mom. Then excuse me. I must leave immediately, for in a few minutes my teaching time will begin. Assalamualaikum," said Fatimah say goodbye.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Thanks again, Mom. And be careful on the road."

After that, Fatimah entered Aiman's car. He ignored the curious gazes of the mothers around and focused on the streets.

"Why so long? Can't we be late?" Aiman slightly nagged when the woman was already sitting in the side chair.

"Sorry, the teacher from Mas Asa asked me to persuade him to take part in the Tahfidz Qur'an race held one more month in Ancol. Didn't Mas Asa tell you?" Fatimah ignored Aiman's murky face by asking him something else. After all, it will be free to also serve someone's anger.

The man's mouth fell silent. Her son told her nothing at all, or perhaps the grandmother had forgotten too. Fifty-fifty Possibility. "Did Mas Asa refuse it?" the tan is soft, the voice is no longer annoying, even impressed calm.

Fatimah raised her shoulders without looking at the other person. "Catch our chat, Mas Asa seemed to have refused. The teacher asked me to persuade, meaning that Mas Asa was offered and refused."

Aiman fell silent. He knows very well if his son is so fond of teaching, even his memorization is quite a lot than other children. Therefore, the father was quite surprised by the rejection of his son. "Is something going on with you, son?" tanyanya.

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