Wife For Faith

Chapter 17

Fatimah was on the bed. His thoughts returned at the time of his meeting with Dhani in the park. He had really been feeling uneasy, ever since his elder brother had come again in their lives. His life seemed to be uneasy.

"Sorry, Dhan. What are you talking about?" ask Fatimah at that time.

Dhani still stared at Fatimah's face seriously, without any hesitation. His determination was unanimous to struggle to take the heart of the woman. He felt that nothing else could undo his intentions, life was also within his grasp.

That is, the work has been obtained as a permanent employee in a large office as a manager. The house has also stood firm to be a place to shelter later with their wives and children. The vehicle is also ready to take the wife wherever they will go.

So, it is appropriate for a Dhani Wicaksono to make a housewife with a loved one and the woman is Fatimah Azzahra. The figure of a friend, who will be the future mother of his children later. That's dream.

"I want to propose to you, Fa. Maybe tomorrow I'll come with my parents to your house. Wait up!" Dhani immediately stopped the interlocutor's mouth when he saw the woman in front of him about to interrupt his words. He's not done yet.

"Never reject the goodwill of others, Fa! Okay, maybe now you still think of me as a friend, a sister, or maybe something else. No one knows destiny, right?" The net is now raised towards the beautiful night sky, shadowing them tonight. Only occasionally did the man glance at Fatimah, it was no more than 3 seconds.

Nervous. That feeling is now moving on Dhani's body. The fear of rejection also dominates to blend with other feelings, making it stiff, like Dhani Wicaksono usually does.

"God is the All-Remustor of human feelings. Maybe now it doesn't exist, but tomorrow .. who knows? Isn't that right, Fa?" Again, the man's mouth continued to search for a soul that was bobbing around looking for a grip.

Fatimah clenched her hands tightly. I don't know why he just felt dislike with the atmosphere created now. Stiff and full of tension. Is this the mood of the person being proposed to? Or is it just me who is too happy? Ah, I don't like it!

"Dhani, don't mean to be–"

"Please, don't say that first, Fa!" This time Dhani Wicaksono turned to the woman who was looking down on her right end seat. He shook his head knowing the person would not see.

"I'll give you a week to think about my proposal. Later, when that time comes, my parents and I will come to the house to talk about the next steps. Sorry, Fa. I think I should go home first. Assalamualaikum."

Without waiting for an answer from Fatimah, the man's legs stepped away. Approaching his parked car next to the park door. His head did not look back, maybe he was too nervous to make it like a walking robot.

Fatimah bit her lower lip with anxiety. One problem is not finished, now he has to be faced with a new problem. Can't they give you a little breathing room? Really, he felt almost crazy thinking about all this.

"The proposal from Mr. Iman's family has not been answered, this has come again from someone else. Did they intentionally make me unable to sleep? Ah, why is my life so complicated like this!" fatimah grumbled, kicking the blanket under her feet.

That woman, looks so fucked up. Thinking about his future is quite draining. All this time, he was so relaxed and never thought in his life there would be a story that was enough to make the head feel tight.

"Astaghfirullah azim." Suddenly he realized that he had blamed fate. Quickly, the water was taken and then began to pray at night. Fatimah felt that her head was about to break, so she wanted to complain to her Lord. For He alone is All-Knowing.

Meanwhile, Aiman himself also turned out to be resting on the prayer mat. He could not sleep until he decided to ask the Creator. Thinking about the future keeps his eyes open, but never once was there a woman who could make his life this exciting.

Why should Fatimah? Why should he? Is she really the woman that suits me? Is she also able to take better care of Mas Asa than she is?

The question was like a wheel spinning at all times, making itself almost goosebumps. Not because of illegal drinks, but because of the human mind itself. Not to mention, he was also disturbed by the presence of other men in Fatimah's life.

Dhani. Yes, the name had clearly managed to make him aware. Aware of the obstacles that will make the journey to the household with Fatimah is not easy.

His forehead immediately puckered. "Can she really accept if she becomes my future wife?" His finger holding the prayer beads stopped counting. His eyes were tightly closed with his jaw beginning to tighten.

"Lord, please don't let the devil rule me. I surrender only to you. Keep away those who intend to hinder our happiness. Aamiin's."

"Abi, it's Mass Asa."

Aiman who was praying immediately turned to the door of the room that was closed. He then looked at the clock and his forehead immediately wrinkled. "Come, Son!" he said, then folded the prayer mat, then put it on the nightstand.

"Mas Asa why isn't this clock sleeping?" asked Aiman while patting the side of his bed. He invited the child to sit next to him.

With a small hand hugging a bolting pillow, Hassan walked up to his father. Judging from his bent face, it was certain that this little man had just woken up from sleep. The mane was even left in a mess with pajamas with pororo that actually looked very cute to wear by him.

"Mas Asa has run out of nightmares, Abi," he confided as Aiman's two hands were already perched on his shoulders and mane. The drowsiness that had gone, now came back. Unconsciously his lips evaporated so wide.

Aiman who saw him smiled. His big palm was then used to cover the little guy's mouth. The child is laughing.

"Sorry, Bi. Can Mas Asa sleep with Abi?" I asked her with such funny eyes.

Which heart can resist an adorable boy like Hassan. So, it didn't take long for the head to nod. At that time, the little one rushed directly into the bed owned by his parents.

His lips immediately curved wide to see how the happiness of the child, even though it was just a small thing. He noticed Hassan's expression which had been slightly fickle all along. One of them must be because .. ah, thinking about it makes the angry feelings reappear.

With doubt, Aiman turned back to the child. Her lips felt faint just to ask something quite sensitive. If not now, when else?

"Mas Asa?"

"Yes, Bi."

Back his lips were bitten, he suddenly felt doubtful again. However, when he saw the two eyeballs of Hassan who was waiting for the continuation of his words, immediately felt guilty.

"What does Mas Asa think about Aunt Fatimah?"

Hearing the name of her favorite aunt come out of the father's mouth, making the tiny lips curl wide. Enthusiastic binar was clearly visible there so that Aiman could guess as much as what the meaning of the existence of Fatimah in the life of the little one.

"Tante Fati is beautiful, good, sholehah, very happy to give gifts with Mas Asa, and he never gets angry. Anyway Mas Asa really likes the same Auntie Fati," he said with a clear twinkle that could not cover the sincerity of the heart of Hassan.

The grown man sighed, then threw it out of his mouth. Now was a good time for him to ask. "What does Mas Asa want ... Aunty Fati .. em, to be i–ibu Mas Asa?" tanyanya.

Both eyes blinked funny. "Are you going to marry Auntie Fati?"

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