Wife For Faith

Chapter 21

The marriage of Aiman and Fatimah was decided. After weighing this and that, finally the date has been obtained. Exactly two months away.

“So, it has been decided if the wedding of the two of you is held in May, yes,” Mr. Basuki told the two people who had been silent, like living statues.

Their mouths were locked, there was no voice of rebuttal, let alone a rebuttal to dismiss every utterance from the three adults there. Even the little one did not seem to be bothered with all their chatter. His hand was busy playing a rectangular object that was showing an image of an animal, as well as a number.

After the departure of the Dhani family, the two families immediately discussed and looked for a suitable date for Aiman's marriage, Fatimah.

While the parents are busy discussing when a good day for their children's wedding, Aiman is busy stealing the view of his future wife who still looks beautiful at curfew.

“Hush, keep your eyes!” Siti immediately flicked her palm in front of the child's face so that made Aiman was surprised.

“Bu,” whine Aiman slowly. He still had the shame not to shout looking at the ugliness of Siti. “What, anyway, Bu?”

“What are you doing? Asked from earlier, instead of the right answer even busy himself pay attention to his future wife.”

Siti's voice was loud enough to make Fatimah who heard him smile shyly. She who was holding Hassan was almost made to float when she heard her future husband was paying attention.

“Tante Fati, can it not?” asked Hassan who was getting tired of p

gawai.

Fatimah nodded quickly. “What's up, Honey?”

"God willing, it seems not father, not son, all fascinated with the Son of Pak Umar and Bu Aminah," Bu Siti's charms are well memorized with the shame of the father and son couple.

Aiman and Hassan could only scratch the back of his head. Like father like son's. All the nature and behavior of Hassan is not much different from his father Aiman–. Like now, if they were embarrassed it would definitely scratch the back of the head.

Fatimah folded her lips as a smile was almost etched on her pretty face. The young, beautiful woman, and the Sholehah were happy. Where will soon end single. Not with a young man, but a bonus widower of a clever and handsome boy.

The conversation between the two families continued to the building plan, who were the invited guests who would be invited, until the wedding dress of the bride and groom. Fatimah deliberately asked for a party not held too fancy, quite simply.

Just like what Aiman asked. He also doesn't like to be confused. After all, this is his second marriage, there is a sense of pride, if celebrated so festively.

"After all, isn't it what matters the intention and purpose of marriage itself? Not how festive the wedding was, but the lives of the two brides in the face of every new difference in their homes?"

"So, what kind of life do you want in the future, son Fatimah?" asked Siti who was so amazed by the thoughts of her future daughter-in-law.

Fatimah looked at her parents, then at her future mother-in-law, then the little boy who was now so comfortable sitting on her lap. His eyes last looked at the priest. "I …."

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