Wife For Faith

Chapter 140

Many people say that having a stepmother is a hell for a child. She said the stepmother would do anything to expel the child from her husband. This is different from what Hassan felt.

Fatimah was a good mother and never distinguished between Maira and Hassan. The woman loves them equally. Not at all different. His affection was also sincerely given to the eldest and youngest

"What do you want to eat, son?" Fatimah Maish tried to put on a smile when it was five minutes ignored by Hassan. They are now in the dining room for dinner. However, Aiman himself could not attend because there was a material supplier who came.

Fatimah, Hassan and Maira had their own dinner. Grandma Siti again could not attend because there was a study in the alley of her housing complex. So, the atmosphere of the dining room turned cold because there was only the sound of Fatimah, as well as Maira.

"Son," called the most mature woman there gently.

However, again the eldest still insisted not to care about his stepmother. He still greedily feed spoon after spoon of rice, along with side dishes into the mouth so as to make Fatimah worried.

"Slow down, kid!"

"Shut up!" jakak Hassan when the stepmother's hand intends to rub his shoulder. He was trying to catch his breath because he was choking.

Fatimah doesn't care if Hassan is angry, or whatever. He was really worried, moreover his cough did not stop as well. The woman continued to pat the firstborn on the back a little hard.

"Pull your breath out, son, and then, get it out of your mouth!" fatimah's orders were fortunately still to be carried out by Hassan.

After a while, finally the cough was gradually improved even though the roar of breath maish a little hunting. There was a clear crystal on Fatimah's face and also wet her cheeks, making the elder's heart wail.

"What kind of question is that, son. Why do you think that?" His heart was slashed when Hassan accused Fatimah of merely pretending to care. Clearly, he felt unacceptable.

"Everywhere, if the stepmother must be cool, if the child of her husband is not in this world. So, stop the Umma charade! Before everything opens!"

Fatimah shut her mouth. He does not believe what the child thinks of him. "Why are you talking like that, son? When is Umma doing the show?" ask with a wounded heart.

"Often" Hassan answered so smoothly.

Fatimah nodded. "Originally you know, son. Umma it's a sincere affection to Mas Asa. Never had a show like Mas Asa said."

Hassan knows lazy breath. He then helped you with the spoon that was used to eat. The seat was pushed forcefully so that it made the object fall backward. That certainly made Maira and Fatimah shocked.

Maira crying. Fatimah was also saddened to see Hassan increasingly acting as he pleased. Wanted to complain, but she wasn't a complainant woman. However, if this matter was to be quieted, it would definitely last a long time.

"Hassan, sit!" fatimah said firmly.

The elder who had reached halfway stopped immediately, let alone heard a slightly high tone coming out of the mother's mouth. Hassan grinning. " se! Is this a good time to remove the mask that has been covered up?"

Fatimah shook her head in frustration. He finally walked into the room, slamming the door.