Wife For Faith

Chapter 142

Aiman clucked, but could do nothing. His legs chose to go into the room. Letting the wife who was calming Maira down because she woke up in her sleep.

That night Aiman could only fall asleep with a curious heart. Want to ask, but fatigue has dominated so it makes me undo. After taking the ablution water and praying isya, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Secretly, Fatimah felt guilty for making her husband wait. If only he had a lot of life reserves, it might be another story. On the other hand, Hassan is still too small if he has to get Aiman's Tirade.

Not that it will subside his hatred for Fatimah, but it will be even more crazy. "Good night, Bi. May your fatigue be for all of us!" whispers lirih.

The next morning, Fatimah had prepared food after the dawn prayer. Hassan's favorite chicken soup, stir-fry kale, tempe mendoan, fish, and sambal terasi have invited the homeowner to taste it immediately. The milk for the firstborn child was also finished.

"Finally, too. Now just wait for them to come out of the room. I'm sure they will definitely be very cool to see this all," said Fatimah with a big smile.

Maira seemed to understand if it was her mother's time to cook. So, the baby was still sound asleep in the bok. Without any intention to interfere with Fatimah's time as a chef in their home.

Being a housewife makes Fatimah must be able to wake up early, then prepare all the needs of her husband, and her own children. Now Grandma Siti comes only occasionally, it was only to visit her two favorite grandchildren.

"Hmm, from the fragrance this is Abi's favorite cuisine, nih!"

Fatimah turned her head quickly as her husband was out of the room. His appearance is so relaxed. Long pants, as well as plain black shirts, and hairdo style. However, it still does not reduce the good looks of Aiman Baha Baseer.

"All this is special for a head of the family who has worked hard for all of us" said Fatimah, pointing to all the dishes on the dining table to her husband.

"Aamiin, aamiin, aamiin, yarabbal'alaamiin." Both of Fatimah's hands were lifted up after hearing Aiman's praise. Her smile was still perched sweetly as the female netra searched for the whereabouts of her eldest son. "Oh, yes. Mas Asa hasn't come out yet, Bi?"

Aiman looked back, to the side, and then to Hassan's room door, which was still tightly closed. "It looks like Abi's hotshot hasn't woken up yet. Then let Abi wake up. Umma just get the plates and the glasses ready!"

"Good, Bi."

After that, Aiman knocked on the door of the white-painted room three times. However, it has not been opened by the owner of the room. The man was confused too. Without wasting any time, he rushed to open it forcefully.

"Mas Asa's. You still taking a shower, son?" Aiman immediately entered because it turned out that the firstborn's room door was not in the key. His feet kept stepping inside, making sure that Hassan was in the bathroom. Again, an empty one was found.

Anxious feelings began to stir Aiman's heart. He ransacked Hassan's room into the closet. His body immediately limp when he found the clothes of the child is not partially.

"Umma! Umma!" aiman shouted loudly from inside his son's room. His eyes were soaked with tears, especially after realizing that there was a letter there.

"Son, what are you doing? Why can you do something like this? So, where's Abi going to look for you?"

"There ... loh, Abi why cry? So where is Mas Asa? What letter is this too?"

"Mas Asa escaped, Umma. How'this?"