Wife For Faith

Chapter 146 End

"Darling-"

"Don't touch my face!" aiman's jolt was rough as the unknown woman dared to hold her face.

"Hi, calm, Beb! Wouldn't it be nice if we played around in the room?"

"Take your dirty hands off my husband's face!" scream Fatimah.

The two guards who were holding Fatimah's arms were quite overwhelmed. The woman continued to thrash, not even reluctant to bite their hands to make it escape from their grip.

"Ruler!" The bodyguard looked at Fatimah, then at the bite marks on her arm in annoyance. "You're dead, huh?"

Aiman was not a weak man, only he could not fight. If yes, it is just a basic technique and will not help. Regret is the feeling that is being experienced by the man, but bemoaned there will be no result.

"You who seek die for having woken up a sleeping lion!" After that, Fatimah also fought one by one bodyguard from Trisa. With a folding knife hidden behind her pants, the woman kept trying to hit the vital point of the opponent.

The fight was not inevitable either.

Trisa smirked cynically when she saw two of her bodyguards had now fallen on the ground. 2 More left. "Isn't that woman too brave, Beb? Are you sure you'll stay with him?"

"Umma." Aiman grimaced when he saw one of the men's weapons there hurt his wife's arm. He who is now bound in a chair can only pray for the salvation of his wife. "Lord, please save my wife and children! Also forgive your useless servant for not being able to be a good protector!"

Trisa pulled Aiman's short hair hard so that their faces were now looking at each other. A cynical smile was clearly painted on her red lips. His finger gently traced the man's skin with a full damba.

"Don't cry, honey!" trisa said softly in Aiman's ear. He even boldly kissed the man's cheek.

Aiman. Clenched his two hands that were tied behind the chair tightly. His skin even turned red due to the friction of the rope as he attempted to break away. "Kill me! But, let go of my wife and son!"

Trisa laughed cynically. "It's not that easy, honey. It was your wife who made me suffer like this. So, how could I let go of him so easily."

Aiman shook his head. "Please, Miss! I would do anything to get my wife and child out of here" he pleaded.

The woman smiled sweetly. "really?" ask with spirit. Trisa even casually sat on Aiman's lap, then traced the man's chest with her index finger.

Aiman growled furiously. But he tried to hold back that emotion. This was all done for Hassan and Fatimah to survive. "Hm," he's not sincere.

Meanwhile, Fatimah who had overthrown the four men immediately sought the whereabouts of the husband. His breath was stinged, but his heart was immediately burned when he saw Trisa boldly sitting on Aiman's lap tied to a chair.

"Stay away from my husband, J4l4ng!" Anger has mastered Fatimah so that the words thrown out can not be controlled. The blood that poured out on his left arm due to being hit by a sword belonging to Trisa's bodyguard was not heeded.

Trisa and Aiman turned to Fatimah. The expressions of the two people are different.

Aiman was frustrated, while Trisa sneered.

"J4L4NG? Who are you calling? Me? Heh!" Trisa's snort looked so fed up, especially after seeing everyone losing. He moved from Aiman's lap, then walked closer to Fatimah who could still stand upright, even though it had been against 4 people.

"Wow, this one lady turned out to be so great that it left my people lying helpless there." Trisa clapped her hands excitedly, even her smile was so wide as well. It was as if he was congratulating Fatimah, but who knows if it was all just a fake.

"Even to smash your face I can do it, Trisa!" fatimah said full of emphasis when mentioning the name of the woman in front there.

Trisa smiling. "So you know me? Well, your eyes are very observant, miss. "

"Better let go of my husband now, or this hand will really skin that fake face!" threaten Fatimah with a murderous look.

"Immy!" call Aiman slowly. But apparently the wife heard it.

They threw each other a glance, Aiman asked the wife not to get carried away with emotions that would make him regret later on.

"Umma, Watch out!"

The eyes were open, but it was too late. A knife had already hit his stomach. Fatimah's mouth was open, even the clear crystal immediately slid just like that when she felt the pain of the puncture.

"Never let your guard down, miss! Not--arghhh .. you!" This time Trisa could not continue her words because Fatimah quickly pulled the knife and thrust it into the woman's stomach.

The two women both fell to the ground, clutching the bloodied part of their stomachs. Trisa was even unconscious because Fatimah stabbed her so deeply that her body was now lying helpless.

"Fatimah!" aiman Jerrits.

Aiman tried to break away by continuing to move his hand and finally the bond was released. He ran straight away, but from being too shocked to make the man fall several times on the ground.

"Abi," said Fatimah stammered, raising her hand to Aiman reacha.

Fatimah still had time to smile to her husband even though he now felt between life and death.

Greb. The hands of the husband and wife were finally united, grasping each other.

"Darling, you must be strong! I'll ask them to take you to the hospital." Aiman embraced the body of Fatimah who now looks so weak with frustration. His head kept turning towards the front, but Maya, or another policeman, had not been seen coming out of the building.

"D14L! What is really going on inside? Why haven't they come back yet?" Aiman growled at the inaction of Maya and her comrades in dealing with Hassan. The wife now needs help. "Hold, baby!"

"B-bi," said Fatimah. "Sa-kit!"

"Yes, Honey. Hold briefly! Maya will soon be out and helping us all!" Aiman was already unconcerned about her tear-soaked face. His wife's life is in danger. "Please don't close your eyes, honey!"

Fatimah's lips are attracted to a small smile. He shook his head as he felt he could not bear the pain in his stomach that was now spreading to other parts of the body. "I-I'm not strong, B-bi," he said.

Aiman panicked as his wife was so tired to breathe. He then shouted to Maya to help his wife immediately. However, nothing came out of there making the man even more frustrated.

Who would have thought if the knife was covered with poison that made Fatimah difficult to move her lips.

"I-I'm doing-cin-uhuk!" Fatimah coughed and fresh blood came out of her mouth. However, the woman was still trying hard to continue her words.

"Shut up, honey! You're driving me crazy!" Aiman immediately took quick steps to carry Fatimah's body into the car.

He put a seatbelt on Fatimah's already weak body. Blood kept pouring from the wife's stomach and arms. Aiman clasped his wife's hand and continued to invite her to speak.

When we arrived at the hospital, God said something else. Fatimah died of poisoning and blood loss. Aiman was immediately unconscious on the ceramic floor.

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Epilogues.

"Umma, I'm coming. How is umma? If I'm very good news. In fact, today Mas Asa got another trophy. Are you proud to see me from there?"

"Abi and Maira are in the back. I don't know why they're so cute" Hassan grumbled.

The teenager's hand stroked a gravestone bearing the name Fatimah Azzahra with a feeling of longing. The cry that he had been holding for a long time could not be dammed anymore when he could only hug his mother's tombstone.

After 10 years of Fatimah's death, Hassan now lives in three with his father and brother-Khumaira. Aiman refused to remarry and chose to raise his two children without a wife.

"Rest in peace there, Umma. Mas Asa promised to protect Abi and Maira with all my soul. Just look and pray for us there. Goodbye, Umma Fatimah!"

End.