Wife For Faith

Chapter 2 Fatima

"Aisha, can you see me from up there?"

"Your departure really makes my heart feel empty, dear. However, all for the sake of Hassan .. I must be strong in living this life. I know, you must not want to see me grieve to give birth to a child who is so Sholeh and understands her father."

The authoritative smile is now embedded in the reddish lips. Aiman is not a smoker, making his lips look more attractive than those who like nicotine. Not to compare, but it is reality.

His license was always used for dhikr, good speech, teaching religious knowledge to his students, as well as his son Hassan.

Five years have passed since Aisyah's departure, the man has decided to live alone with his son. Assisted by mother and in-laws, yes, although they never forbade Aiman to stay married again. However, the love she had towards Aisha was still constant.

"Ais, your son is even now good at teaching. Smart to speak soft words like yourself. He's big with such a handsome look, and has eyebrows and a nose like you."

"Ais," call Aiman once again on the clear sky on the rooftop. It was as if, the woman that was spoken to was up there. Watching with her gentle facial expression.

Without feeling it, the tears he had been saving back dripped. Aiman had not shed his tears for a long time. He is too busy taking care of his children to sometimes forget to have time for himself.

From waking up, the main goal is the bathroom to clean the body, then continue the morning prayer, then cooking. After finishing, he continued to wake Hassan and told the little boy to take a bath. During the wait for his son to finish, the man deftly enter the needs of his son during the entrusted at the home of his parents.

Hassan's age is growing more and more until now he is 5 years old. The boy was already in Kindergarten with the neighbor's son from his mother. Although he did not have a mother figure, Aiman always and always told to turn Aisha in the heart of her child.

Mother is a good figure and sholehah. These were the words Aiman often spoke to Hassan.

Aiman instilled since childhood if his mother was a very good figure. However, there was once when Hassan first entered Kindergarten. There is a child his age asked where his mother and innocently the boy said, if his mother was already with Allah SWT.

Perhaps since then, news of Hassan's straying began to spread. He was attacked without retaliating. He was not angry, let alone ridiculing the other children. Hassan was silent and never complained, nor reported the incident.

“Your son is so strong. But, I'm scared. If what he shows is just a lie. A mask so I wouldn't worry. Honey, please watch Hassan from up there! Because your son is so good at covering secrets.”

Aiman was still talking alone. He was not afraid of being mistaken for crazy by others because this place was the safest place he had used to be alone. “I miss you so much, Darling,” is sad.

“Why have you been a couple of months without ever floating me around in a dream. Don't you miss me, Dek? Your mom really needs your hug, honey. I wanted to scream, to cry, but I couldn't. Then, how should I?” Aiman's face already looks resigned.

A father who always shows authority and is also very respected by others. Now, as if not Aiman as usual. Fragile, and so worthy of pity.

“I need you, Honey. I need a figure like you to handle Hassan's stubbornness which is exactly the same as mine. He always pretended to be able to, the most heroic pretentious in the face of a problem. But, in fact ...," the Jeda could not continue his speech.

The man could only hug his body and cry between his legs. Aiman really needs a backrest and that he never got. Maybe I forgot how it felt too.

"I miss you, dear" she said between tears.

It was as if the figure that had been far away from him had come along with a gentle breeze caressing the man's hair. He said, if you must not be sad because the sky will also cry when you see one of His people God is sad.

The sky that had been clear, now turned cloudy. Black clouds began to envelop the earth. Dropping the water little by little until it becomes heavy.

Aiman as if still dissolved in sadness to not care about the rain that was pouring the earth Pertiwi. Until the voice of a man came with an anxious face and a black umbrella that sat on the edge of the wall.

"Wake, Mother! Aisyah's sister won't like seeing you like this. Hassan also needs you to be firm and firm in the face of life. So, get up for her!"

"Fathimah," he called out softly to see who had come, and after that his body lay on the wet floor of the rain.