Wife For Faith

Chapter 15

"Mas Asa, don't run, son!" peekik Siti to Hassan who is running around in the corridor of the high school, where the father teaches.

"Here's exciting, Grandma. Very broad," said the child in uniform Kindergarten. He looks so happy and enthusiastic.

Upon returning from school, Hassan and Siti decide to visit Aiman's school. The only child did not want to go home and instead whined asking to meet his father. As a result, now they are here, walking while looking at the surrounding environment.

A tired look was clearly visible on Siti's face. He was indeed tasked to pick up the favorite grandson because this morning did not have time to take Hassan. However, when he saw the big smile of Hassan made the sense disappear instantly. A moment the middle-aged woman recalled the incident at the school, where there was a shocking incident that shocked the world per-TKan. Especially if it's not Hassan who was delivered by his mother.

Once confused, but after studying even deeper, Siti finally smiled. The woman they were talking about must be Fatimah, the future wife of Aiman. However, he slightly sighed because there were still people who still demonized someone behind, even though they did not know each other.

“It looks pretty, but her mouth really doesn't tarnish her beauty. It's better to be good, but have a good heart. Rather than charming, but it is rotten like a penguk tempe,” Siti scolded when she first heard her prospective daughter-in-law talked about by the guardian mothers of students.

“Grandmothers,” call Hassan with passion. His hand continued to shake the arm of the woman who gave birth to his father.

“What's up, honey? Are you hungry?” Siti equated her face with the face of the granddaughter. Not forgetting to tidy up Hassan's short mane that looks limp because it runs so it sticks to the forehead, mixed with sweat.

“It wasn't Aunt Fati!” point it with a happy look towards the woman who is standing in front of the class along with her two students.

“Really?” siti asked, wrinkling her eyelids because her gaze was a little less careful.

Understandably, in his old age did experience a little nearsightedness and unfortunately glasses also left at home. As a result, he had to look at the distance.

“Ish, Grandma. Grandma didn't know, anyway,” upset Hassan, then puckered his lips. He sulked, but not yet a minute the face was already bright when he saw the woman who had wanted to be met, was walking straight towards them.

“Tante Fati!” pekik Hassan who was so happy, even impressed so excited.

He seemed to have forgotten this morning where the little boy and the father made Fatimah feel stranded in the desert. Yeah, but that's the greatness of a kid. He can do anything without fear of it making anyone feel awkward, or not.

Fatimah's bead immediately shone happily, especially after seeing the joy seen in Hassan's face. He then said goodbye to his students to go first and promised to follow them to the classroom. “Hai, Honey,” the sap is no less spirited.

Hassan suddenly hugged the woman so that her unprepared self almost fell backward, if only the left palm was not used as a support. However, he was not angry, just giggling, happy amazing.

“Masya Allah, it is great to see the son of Sholeh again today. How was it at school, hm?” Fatimah is so seen enjoying her role as aunty, who may soon be rising to the rank of majdi mother of Hassan.

Aish, imagining being united into this family, made my stomach turn heartburn.

“Mas Asa is also happy to meet with Aunt Fati again. Oh, yes, Aunt. Mas Asa wants to apologize about this morning.” Seen once if the child is so sorry, can be seen from his head bowed staring at the ceramic floor.

“Hei, Champ!” His hand quickly pulled Hassan's chin up until he could see with the second ejals the pitch black bead was staring at him wistfully. “Tante is not angry, really. Let's just say, if this morning we forgot to exchange news because it was busy.”

“But, Mas Asa is really thinking, Auntie. Hence, Mas Asa asked grandma to drive her here. Aunty Fati really, right, would you excuse me?” Both eyes of the little boy looked hopeful, even impressed pleading and it was very adorable in the view of Fatimah.

The fingers were without being prevented from pinching the cheeks of the child sholeh. “Iya, already. Mas Asa's apology, Aunt Fati accepted and as a sign of our peace, aunt has a gift for Mas Asa. Not today, maybe after school. How, is Masa Asa okay?”

Fatimah asked with a sincere smile on her face. He did not bring anything to be used as a gift, even the candy that was usually stored in the pocket of the skirt was not carried away.

“What's that, Auntie? Mas Asa can't wait to see it!” spoiled whine. The body looked so enthusiastic that the two legs of the little boy could not stop jumping up and down.

Fatimah bit her lower lip, thinking what a gift she deserved to give to a child. He then glanced forward and a polite smile was reflected. Kala found a woman whose age was not much different from the mother was waving her hand.

The woman smiled wrongly. He then stood up to be able to kiss the back of Siti–ibu's hand from Aiman. "Assalamualaikum, Aunt. Sorry, preoccupation with talking with Mas Asa, until you forget not aunty negur."

Siti smiled, then her hand quickly rubbed Fatimah's head covered in a black headscarf. "Vaalaikumsalam. It's okay, son. Aunty can understand, really. This Asa mass, if it is comfortable to forget yourself and not stop talking."

Hard code from the prospective in-laws.

Fatimah smiled back. He pretended not to hear the words from Siti. The woman is just afraid to be forgotten because she feels flattered by her future mother-in-law. "Tante is here to meet Mr. Iman. Come on, I'm taking you! It just so happens that he's still in the teacher's room."

"Fati Aunt." Hassan's fingers were now comfortable holding the palm of Fatimah's hand that was idle. He even shook the arm so that his expectations were seen by the beloved aunt.

"Yes, Honey. What's up, hm?" asked Fatimah, again the woman equated her face with the property of the child.

Sweet occurrences that are very liked by young children because they feel cared for.

"I?" His index pointed at his own body in confusion. The tail of the woman's eyes looked towards Siti as if she was confirming a speech from Hassan.

However, Siti also did not think that the intention of the grandson was to meet his aunt, not his father. However, this is the same as once paddling two, three, exceeded islands. In addition to meeting with Aiman, he can also chat casually with Fatimah–si prospective ghosts.

"Well, what, Auntie, anyway?" Fatimah asked the little boy.

"Yes, because Mas Asa is interested in meeting with Aunt Fati," replied Hassan honestly.

Fatimah's heart is flowering. "God's Masya. It turns out that besides Sholeh, Mas Asa is also good at seducing, hm?" His fingers poked the nose of the child in front of him.

Hassan's cheeks instantly blushed red. "Oh, Auntie."

Fatimah's face was more sparkling when she found Hassan was embarrassed. Swiped the short mane again, while looking at the look of the handsome boy. Never imagined, he would feel so comfortable with a small child. All this time, he did not really intend to approach the most adorable creature of God.

Because what? Yes, because Fatimah does not want to feel comfortable and instead wants to have a child. The husband-to-be has not yet arrived. However, for some reason together with Hassan, it makes the feeling of wanting to protect instantly appear.

This danger. If you have a father to marry you? Lah, if not .. could break her heart. Not heartbroken because he did not marry his father. She is heartbroken at not being able to be the mother of such an adorable child as Hassan.

"Well, how come you're here?"

The heavy voice of a man broke Fatimah's mind. He turned his head and found the father of the boy in front of him had arrived. As a result, he stood up properly, then looked down politely.

"Abi," called Hassan cheerful to make Aiman frown.

"Greet me first, Mas Asa!" gentler Aiman.

Hassan was grim, then after that said the greetings that were answered by the three adults there in a compact. Nothing's wrong, right? Shouldn't anyone say a greeting, it should be answered? So, don't look at them weird like that, dong.

"What's up, Grandma? How come, tumben's here? Is there something?" ask Aiman who has now carried Hassan. The little boy was so spoiled that he would not come down from there.

Siti smiled as Hassan was in Aiman's arms, but instead joked Fatimah. It was a very rare sight and even they looked like a real family.

"Sir," called Aiman once more as the middle-aged woman smiled at him.

"Oh, that. Grandma and Mas Asa were just kangen, looking at your school. So, it's okay, right, if we come here?"

"But I still have to teach again, Grandma. It's likely another hour just finished" he replied.

"What's wrong, really. The same grandmother Mas Asa will be waiting for you in the cafeteria. All right, grandma is also a laper," she said, rubbing her flat stomach.

"Then let me deliver" said Fatimah.

Hassan and Siti, who heard him, seemed pleased, and agreed, while Aiman could not do much. There is a repetition in the class that will be taught. As a result, he allowed, then lowered the body of the child to change position near Fatimah.

"Didn't you have class today?" ask Aiman a little guilt.

Fatimah looked up for a moment, then her gaze was lowered to look back at Hassan who was impatient to go to the cafeteria. "It's okay, sir. I also gave my student a job. Later, after dropping off Aunt Siti and Mas Asa, I just went to class."

Aiman also breathed a sigh of relief. Uh, why am I even relieved? Ckckck, this must be just a crazy feeling that's not clear in its purpose.

After saying goodbye, Aiman looked at the backs of the three people who were now walking towards the canteen with a flat look. He could clearly see the comfort Hassan showed with Fatimah. On the contrary, he can also feel the sincerity of the woman towards her child.

Heavy breathing again penetrated from his nose. He looked up to look up at the sky, hoping that by doing so, his late wife's face was visible. However, until some seconds are awaited, it is precisely his eyes that feel glare.

"Hahhh, why is it so hard to make this decision," he said, rubbing his hair rough.

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