Wife For Faith

Chapter 18

With a carefree step and seemed quite impatient, the little leg barged into the courtyard of the woman who would become a mother-to-be for her.

Yes, Hassan so naively answered his willingness to be the son of Fatimah. The first woman, after her mother entered her heart. Just blame the motherly nature possessed by Fatimah so as to make Hassan comfortable and want to be hastened as his son.

"Look at your son, man! Looks like she's so impatient to meet her future mother." Siti chuckles when she sees the granddaughter taking off her own shoes on the porch of Fatimah's house.

A smile from Hassan, never even faded during their trip here. Today was exactly one week after the father and son were pillow talk in Aiman's room.

"But, you've already established your heart, haven't you, Man?" Suddenly Siti pulled the arm of her son who was about to take off his pantofel shoes.

Aiman let out a heavy breath. Her mother asked the same question. At home, in the car, even before getting off the vehicle was still the same thing asked.

"Mom, Faith just follows what the heart says. Faith is also not in a hurry to make decisions. The prayers of Istikharah, tahajud, and repentance have been done only to ask for guidance from Allah. And the answer is, yes, this is it!"

Siti patted her son on the shoulder, then smiled wrongly. "Not until the prayer repent also times, Man," he said half embarrassed.

His son was most able to make the mother shake her head. However, Aiman is also the one who can make the grandmother of Hassan is in the fog to find a future wife.

"This mother part is there. I know what we're here for, it's not very ethical if we're neat this way just to visit without any other intention." Almost Aiman rotated both his eyes panted. Can be slapped by the child, if caught doing so.

Lies. Siti is not a hard mother, let alone being rude to a child. She is a good woman, assertive, and even greatly admired by her son. Aiman is grateful to be born to a great woman like Siti.

A single woman who can raise her child, can even send Aiman to school until it can become what it is now. All of that is the result of the upbringing of Siti.

Therefore, Aiman was so proud and happy to be part of the Baseer family.

"Who's the car?" Siti narrowed her eyes when she saw a vehicle parked behind her son's car.

Aiman himself looked in the direction his mother pointed. Somehow his heart became anxious when he realized the neat figure that came out of the black car was Dhani. You could say, he was Aiman's rival.

Really competition, Man?

"Kok, they're here, anyway?" Siti whispered suspiciously with the intention of the family who looked so neat. The two of them were even still standing on the porch of Fatimah's house without any intention of knocking on the door that was still tightly shut from inside.

Is the homeowner not aware, if in front of his house a lot of people? Or are they asleep? But it's clearly impossible. The hour hand still shows at 19:30 WIB, the isya prayer has just been completed. They may not have heard the noise.

Especially in the hearts of the two men who were both wearing batik shirts. It's just that, Dhani wearing Chinese motif batik which increasingly shows its authority which is quite stunning, then combined with long cotton pants, very handsome.

Not to be outdone, Aiman tonight is also no less handsome, even his good looks exceed in normal flying hours. Symmetric motif batik shirt bandaged his sturdy body, combined with chinos pants.

If the angel sees it will be fascinated by the good looks of the two mature men.

Dhani's family who had been standing in front of the terrace of Fatimah's house also smiled politely. They reached out to shake hands for the sake of politeness and also because it has become a habit of Indonesians, if you meet others, you will definitely shake hands with each other.

A very unexpected coincidence occurred. Fatimah who had just returned from the study was wide open to the presence of two families at once to her home. He who was standing at that time, while holding a book unconsciously dropped the object.

The sound made the slightly tense atmosphere instantly sidetracked. The two men immediately turned to the origin of the voice and his expression was different. Dhani who smiled was relieved, while Aiman just stood still, while staring flatly at the arrival of Fatimah.

“Yes Allah, cold very it is people. Can't make a little smile,” grumbled Fatimah shrieked as her eyes without touching ebrsibobrok with eagle eyes belonging to Aiman. “Astagfirullah hal adzim. Speaking of which I just. You can't be like that, Fa!”

His hands reflexively hit his lips like he had never been taught to speak kindly by his parents, as well as his teacher. If Aminah is caught, she might be stabbed with a black skillet's ass in the kitchen.

Aiman looked up, then took a rough breath and at that time he found a grinning face, and eyebrows up and down belonging to Siti who had noticed the change in attitude of her handsome son.

“What?” aiman asked without a voice to his mother.

Siti quickly brought her lips closer to the child's ear, then whispered. “You're jealous, huh?”

Aiman's body instantly drifted away upon hearing the temptation of his mother. He cleared his throat to calm down the work of his heart which suddenly worked faster than usual. He was eager to drag the body of a faithful woman standing in front of the courtyard.

However, he could only stand stiffly, clenching both hands inside his pants pocket. He folded his lips inwards just to hold back, so as not to speak harshly, or at worst was to swear at the man who was brazenly pulling on Fatimah's rosy arm.

Both of his eyeballs almost popped out as the flames started to burn through his heart. He clenched his fists even further inside, his teeth even fluttering in dislike of the familiar interaction of the two people walking towards the terrace.

“Tante Fati!” shouted the little boy who had been sitting quietly on the garden chair that was provided on the terrace of his mother-to-be's house.

Aiman almost forgot, if from earlier there was his son who was so impatient to meet Aunt Fati– his favorite nickname to the woman he really liked. He turned his face when he found a smile no less enthusiastic than Fatimah when his net found the adorable boy in front of his house.

“Mas Asa,” he said I was not carefree, to stretch his hands to reach the small body of Hassan.

The incident made Aiman feel a little above the clouds because he was one step ahead of the woman. Is that really my heart? Am I that happy, Mas Asa can be that close to him? Or is it just a feeling?

“Loh, any guests?” Aminah who heard the commotion immediately opened the door of her house and the woman who was wearing a long negligee, and the veil of continuity was immediately shocked.

“Come, login! Not just in front! Fati, tell them to go all in,” tell Aminah to immediately let their guests into the house.

Not to forget, he also greeted one by one of his guests and even deftly immediately made a drink with the help of the girl. In the kitchen, no one talks to each other, only the sound of the clink of a spoon meeting glass glass when making a drink.

After which, a polite smile was re-published as the two of them headed towards the living room. Umar–ayah from Fatimah already sat down to accompany the guest chatting. The pleasantries have been done until the owner began to ask the purpose of the arrival of the two families.

“So, look, Sir, Mom. The purpose of our arrival is to propose to your daughter to be a daughter-in-law in our family. Is Nak Fatimah willing to accept a proposal from our son, Dhani?”

Aiman, Siti, and also the little–Hassan suddenly looked up. They had guessed, but their hearts were still shocked after hearing the other guests' intentions. Aiman even lowered his head without any intention of raising his face.

However, a middle warmth enveloped the palm and the culprit was Hassan. The five-year-old boy smiled. Strengthening the father to keep going because he wanted Fatimah to be his mother.

“Abi can definitely!” whispered Hassan with a hopeful smile.

Aiman also nodded. He has found a little bit of confidence in himself. After taking a deep breath, the man began to open his voice with eyes looking seriously at the woman's family.

“Before I apologize for our audacity to visit the house of Mr. Umar and Ms. Aminah nights like this. However, the purpose of my arrival here also has a noble purpose, which is to propose to my sons and mothers to be wives for me, and the mother of my children.”

The women's families glanced at each other. They didn't expect to get a proposal by two families at once tonight. However, for Aiman's own family may be intending to ask for an answer from Fatimah a few weeks ago.

Umar and Aminah smiled awkwardly, then looked at Fatimah who was now looking down next to them. “If we both actually leave the decision to our son. Fatimah, what is your answer to the proposal of two handsome men who are in front of you today?”

“A-ku ...”

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