Wife For Faith

Chapter 143

Abi, don't look for Mas Asa!

Aiman squeezed the little letter with a raging feeling. He cried sadly in the arms of his wife. The man wondered how the little bus thought of running away and leaving the house? What's on his mind?

"Sorry, Bi. Maybe this is all because of umma," said Fatimah with a sad face. "If only I could be more gentle in educating Mas Asa, maybe this would never happen, Bi."

Aiman looked up, then brought their foreheads together with each other. He looked at the face of his wife who was also feeling the same sadness as him. "Why are you talking like that, Umma? It's definitely not your fault. There must be someone out there influencing Mas Asa to do something stupid like this."

Fatimah nodded. "Sir, Ni. Mas Asa did this because I don't like being married to you."

"What are you saying, honey? Nope. It's not like that. Trust me, Umma!" Both of Aiman's big hands cupped his wife's face to keep her head down. When their gazes met each other, and then the long kissed Fatimah's lips.

"Don't ever think of it that way, honey! All this happening there must be interference from outsiders," explained Aiman softly. Their faces were so close, they were only a few inches away.

"If there really was someone else who influenced Mas Asa. So, who is that guy? Why are they doing this to our family, Bi? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do for you, Bi?" The woman's face was so sad. Thinking about every problem that constantly comes alternately in his life.

"Can't we live happily ever after, Bi?"

Aiman rubbed Fatimah's face gently. He could clearly feel the grief and sadness experienced by his wife. There was guilt in the man's heart. Wherever after they get married, there is always someone else who intends to damage the household.

"Party is very difficult for us to achieve if we do not trust each other. Being faithful to your partner is the key to happiness itself. For the present problem, it may also not be far from it because abi found an awkwardness in the behavior of Mas Asa these few weeks."

"I mean, Abi?" Fatimah looked at Aiman with a clueless look.

Aiman tried to smile to calm his wife. "Later I'll tell you on the street. We'd better find Mas Asa!"

Fatimah can only obey even though in the heart of the curious half to die. Along the way, the two of them continued to look towards the streets. Go to the place where the child used to play, also to school. However, the result is nil.

The school clearly said that for several days Hassan had not entered the school and the information certainly made Aiman, and Fatimah was surprised not to play.

"I can't possibly lie, sir, Mom. It's got its absences." The guardian of students from Hassan also told absenteeism about his class and there, the name of Hassan was 3 days away from school. Meanwhile, Fatimah immediately held her head, dizzy about what was happening.

"So, after we dropped off our son, Mas Asa went somewhere else. But, where to?" ask Fatimah to herself. Her hand was holding the hand of her husband.

"I think Mas Asa did not come because of illness and his intention is that today we will visit his father's house, as well as his mother's," said homeroom teacher Hassan with a confused look as well.

Fatimah was drowning in Aiman's arms. "How about this, Bi?"

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"Tante, how come we're here? Didn't aunt promise to take Mas Asa to Grandma Siti's house?" The little boy, whose full name is Hassan Baha Baseer, looks confused by the empty room around him. He became afraid of himself after learning that from the trip he had not found a house around him.

"Tante," call Hassan one more time.

"Aunty? Do you think I'd be your mentor? Hmh!"

"What do you mean, Auntie?" Now Hassan's body turned frightened when the woman who had been with him for several weeks at the stop turned cold. "What's that doing, Auntie?"

"This?" The woman showed him a sharp knife which she had just sharpened before the child. "Didn't you hate your stepmother so much? So, would you agree if this thing stuck right in his heart?"

"Aunty wants to kill Mas Asa?" hassan asked in shock and fear as well.

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