Wife For Faith

Chapter 16

At the age of almost reaching the head of three, Fatimah felt enough in achieving her goals, namely being a teacher, even thanks to the knowledge she learned from school until now, he said, this woman can spread her knowledge to others.

Isn't that more useful? Than people who have a lot of knowledge, but never used properly and correctly. Now, only one wish from Fatimah for the rest of her life is to have a family.

Be late. It is never too late for humans. There is just not time yet. Like Fatimah–29 years– at her age now, most of them already have a partner, a child, and even the success that follows. However, it is not a measure of one's happiness.

Because in reality, happiness is only man himself who makes. It's free to have a lot of money, if you feel depressed. It's free to have a lot of love, but only to hurt each other. It's free to have a good-looking look, or beautiful, if only to be exhibited. But far from happy.

“Fati.” The woman looked up, then waved at him. “Sorry, long.”

“Oh, hi.” The woman who was busy daydreaming at the end of the cafe where she and Dhani met looked surprised. She smiled sweetly as she found Raisa and I don't know who the man next to her was sitting on the other seat in front.

“Once again daydreaming slovenly, right, you?” The mouth was so smooth when it mocked his best friend. He had indeed promised to meet with Fatimah to introduce someone who came with him.

The two Netra Fatimah instantly rotated off guard. They never met in good condition. There must have been some mannerism, or insinuating speech between meetings. However, it was all just a joke and not a serious thing that could cause heartache. It is natural and certainly not out of the safe zone.

“Maybe your head needs to be checked by a doctor, Miss!” sindir Fatimah is still trying to keep herself from being rude. He then sipped his iced tea which was only half a glass.

“Ah, you are the most know, if this man is mumet. Oh, yes, Fat. Kenalin ..he is the one I want to introduce you to. His name was Ibn Hamshah, a teacher as well. Oh, my gosh. I just realized that my circle is not far from the profession.”

Fatimah and Ibnu clenched hands together in front of the chest as a greeting. They then chuckled as they saw Raisa who was today wearing a mocca-colored headscarf, with an over size top that matched with cutbray pants holding her head, dizzy.

“No need to be that, deh,” Fatimah's lips, “lagian you should be happy to be surrounded by people like us. If you're misguided, right, we can straighten it out so that it doesn't fall too deep.”

“Oh, please! Don't you start the sermon! My head is really tired and if you add more weight, I'm afraid .. My head can break.” Raisa stopped Fatimah's words from giving her much dictation.

“Darling, you're too much, deh. You mean your friend, right, well. Why exactly rejected good intentions,” said Ibnu gently.

Fatimah agrees with what Ibnu said. But not for Raisa. The woman shook her head quickly. “It's very nice of you because someone defended. And you too, dear,” his scolding, then looked at Ibn with a sulking look.

“Your lover is me, not her!” His index pointed to the face of Fatimah who is now holding back laughter because it can make her best friend lice die. During this time, it was Fatim who always accepted defeat when arguing. Now, it turns out that the lover of Raisalah became his defense.

Not happy, just amused.

“Feel. That's why that person doesn't have to sneer, look! Now just know, right, it feels like no one is defending,” he said smiling triumphantly.

Raisa immediately put on a sour face. He had indeed lost a great deal, but the woman still did not want to admit. So that afternoon was filled with small debates between them. Ibnu could only shake his head as a spectator, seeing the behavior of the adult woman beside him, but had a childlike nature that would not budge.

"Seeak you guys!"

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The afternoon twilight began to glow over the sky. Illuminate earth earth that began to be monitored densely. Vehicles back and forth looking for a way to get to the place because the sun also wants to change tasks with the moon in the contest.

Just like someone sitting on a garden chair. Alone. Lean on the chair with your eyes closed and your head up. Feeling every soft caress of wind that hit his body. Sends a cool signal that makes him reluctant to leave.

“The sky tonight is so beautiful, then why did you close those eyes, hm?”

The voice managed to make the female's black bead open . A smile was immediately engraved when he saw Dhani already sitting at the end of his chair.

“Any beauty is not always to be looked upon. Can also, the beauty will actually be more pronounced when we close our eyes.”

“Why?” Dhani was so interested in the words of such a beautiful woman under the dim lights of the garden.

“Because not everything that looks beautiful can have the same meaning. Maybe, for the sake of being able to look beautiful, there must be struggle and pain, and loneliness that must be passed,” replied Fatimah smiling gently..

“Wow, I just found out,” praise Dhani in amazement. This woman beside him was indeed very good at making a heart that ran around, became silent and settled.

“You don't have to be amazed like that, sir. Oh, aye. Why are you asking me to meet. Dan, hey! Why is it always at night? You make me look like a bad woman because it's out at night,” always a little pouty.

Aminah barely allowed herself to leave the house. However, after being explained, if he will meet with Dhani and also his place is in the park near his house, the mother also allows. But on condition, no more than 30 minutes.

“Yes, how else. I just got home from work at this hour. Yeah, you know what kind of office clerk? If overtime, it can even make us not go home, or more bitterly can not take a shower because the next day is still sitting behind his desk because pursued deadline.”

Fatimah smiled. He met a friend twice today. Afternoon meet Raisa and her future husband, the second is Dhani, her senior sister in the faculty first. A little tired, but he tried to stay friendly with the world.

“Yes, I know. So, what is it you want to meet me?” ask Fatimah to the point.

The man looked pouted when asked directly the intent and purpose they met. “Aih, can't do anything, you make me breathe first. Capek. Just arrived, uh, this is even already playing shot!”

The woman took a long breath. Their sitting position is indeed a distance, even Fatimah on the right end, while Dhani on the left end. There was enough distance to sit two people, but they chose to leave it empty.

The people around us who are dominated by families and small children are busy playing. Feel the beauty of childhood that they will rarely meet when they grow up.

“If you don't breathe, it might be your wassalam, Dhan. So, don't have to mostly cringe, deh. Quickly tell me, your intention and purpose is to get me to meet!” urged Fatimah who clearly felt less like being outside the nights like this.

It's not night, actually. It's still 19:35 wib. However, because of the mother's words that had warned her not to go home late at night, making the woman rush.

Dhani also put on a sullen face. He immediately opened his mouth after thinking about it all night. If not now, when. “Please reject the man! And marry me!”

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