Wife For Faith

Chapter 141

Fatimah sat on a chair facing directly with glass. His face is puffy. He did not know how long he had been crying. The most important thing now is satisfaction after venting the emotion that was lodged in the heart because of the actions of the firstborn.

He did not expect that Hassan would speak so sarcastically to him. Such a small child would not be able to do that if no one taught.

"Why are you really, son? Umma really doesn't know what to do. You can't change drastically like this. Has anyone else incited you to hate me?"

The question can only be heard by himself. Fatimah even looked so blankly staring at the reflection of herself in the glass.

As he was daydreaming, the door of the room was knocked. Instantly the memory of Maira who was still outside also made Fatimah walk quickly. Opening the wooden door quickly and relief instantly ambushed the recesses of the heart.

Aiman who had just returned home frowned when he found Maira sleeping by herself on the living room carpet. The condition of the house is also quiet. His wife and eldest son were neither there to guard nor welcome his return.

"Have you just cried?" The husband's thumb immediately removed the clear crystal melt that soaked his wife's face. His eyes were clearly staring worriedly at the cause that made Fatimah shed those tears of sadness. "Hummit, honestly!"

Fatimah smiled among the tears. No thrashing, let alone roars. It all came out from earlier. Now all you have to do is find an excuse to keep Aiman from getting angry. There was no way he would be honest about the problem they had just experienced.

Fatimah is still a pity, not even willing if Hassan had to be taken by Aiman. Although he was not a biological child, but his feelings were very sincere for the firstborn.

"Ummaya, Abi's waiting for an explanation from you? Where is Hassan?" The eyes then looked towards the child's room. However, what was found was that the door was tightly closed. Aiman looked back at Fatimah, waiting with mixed feelings.

Come on, think, Fati! Do not let Mas Iman know this is all your own childish deeds because of a fight with Mas Asa.

"So right, if this is all Ha-"

"No, Bi!" Fatimah immediately denied the husband's words. He shook his head quickly, holding onto Aiman's arm, hoping to prevent his anger. "So, that's .. um, umma read the novel about the story of Prophet Muhammad and the family. That's why it's so sweet like this."

The hand then passes Maira's body into the arms of the wife. Let the beautiful woman put the baby on the baby bump. While he was watching, while leaning against the door.

"Did you know that Maya and Riko are getting engaged?"

Fatimah's face immediately looked quickly. He almost fell down because of his shock. "really? But, yesterday Maya did not say anything at all the same umma," he said confused.

The man then stepped gallantly towards his wife. His gaze was so intense, but don't forget the smile on Aiman's lips. A smile that always made Fatimah feel calm and comfortable.

The big hand gently rubbed the head of the wife who was still covered by the black instant hijab. A sweet kiss immediately landed on the top of Fatimah's head.

"Maybe Maya forgot to tell you, Umma. Anyway, I heard it was from Riko when he accidentally met on the street," explained Aiman. He hopes the wife is not disappointed because she was not told directly by the owner of the event.

"Keep, when did they marry her?"

Aiman smiled a little. With an adoring look, his thumb again stroked the wife's cheek. There was one thing that stuck in the recesses of his heart and wanted to be spewed out immediately.

"There will be an invitation from them. But," Aiman paused, "there is a question you must answer honestly."

Fatimah gulped nervously. Her feelings said if the husband would definitely discuss the problem earlier.

"Did Hassan make you cry like that?"

Right, huh? Then, what do I have to answer? There's no way I'm telling the truth. Lord, please save me who is doing well!