Wife For Faith

Chapter 22

Aiman is now resting his tired body on the bed. He and his family have returned from the home of his future wife–Fatimah. Those eyes were still glaring, while staring at the ceiling of his room. Thinking of the words spoken from the sweet lips of the woman.

"Sad."

The lips did not curl a smile, but his face looked ordinary. Thoughts begin to wander back about the events at his future wife's house. At the time where Fatimah is being harassed by her mother to be asked for an opinion about the dream marriage of the future daughter-in-law.

"Did she think that housekeeping was easy?"

A sneering sneer was now on his lips. Laughing at the innocence of Fatimah who so longs for a marriage will go well and smoothly, without thinking many transverse arals are ready to confront them.

The man did not intend to explain, but there was a lot of unfinished sense about his life's problems. In a relationship the two people must have a solid foundation. Such as honesty, mutual respect, ready to be a dress, or should not open the disgrace of each partner, then love.

"Love? Do I still have that taste?" aiman asked the ceiling of his room with a small glance

"For more than five years I have never felt, not even thought of love. It was as if they were taken away by Aisha." His lips were so eloquent in mentioning the name of the deceased. A name that will always and always be there until it is embedded in the bottom of the heart.

"Do you think it will be able to come to my wedding?" Doubts about the future made Aiman unable to close his eyes. Not to mention, his love has been given all to Aisyah, and Hassan.

"At this moment the body still thinks Aisyah is still here. Accompany me every night in my sleep. Joining my every step. Hugged me when I needed warmth. So, does this self still deserve to live with him who has not been able to shake my heart at all?"

"Will he who is a stranger be able to enter the house that I have been building since the beginning with Aisyah all this time? Do I really have to open a new page with her that I don't know at all?"

Fear of the future haunts Aiman. He was afraid that he would not be able to be fair in sharing love. All this time, it was Aisha who reigned in the heart.

It would not be easy for Fatimah to be able to match Aisha's position in Aiman's life.

"Me" Fatimah paused long enough. "I just want to be loved by my husband because of God. As well as the love story of Ali bin Abi Talib, a friend of Prophet Muhammad SAW who loved Fatimah bint Muhammad so much. Although they live in a small and simple house, they are always happy because they love each other, are honest, and support each other."

Aiman clearly knows the love story of the Prophet Muhammad's friend SAW. He and Aisha often read their stories, one of which is the story of Ali ibn Abi Talib and Fatimah bint Muhammad. He is a friend of the Prophet who always opens the door of his house for the poor and poor to come to ask for help, and many others who always inspire Muslims in the world.

"I miss my wife. Can I share this love? Aren't you going to be jealous for sharing your love and love with Fatimah?" Aiman asked with a feeling of doubt and doubt.

In a way, he wanted to make Hassan really feel the affection of a mother. However, on the other hand Aiman is also still not able to open his heart to other women.

"Man, are you asleep?"

Aiman who was staring at the sky of the room suddenly startled the voice of his mother. He hurried up from the fall, then walked towards the door of his room. The man smiled slightly when he found Siti still wearing her hijab earlier.

"Mommy haven't changed?"

Siti shaking. "No, yet" he replied gently. "Oh yeah, there's a guest in front."

Aiman frowned when he saw the mother's face look doubtful. "Who is it, Mom?"

"That, that guy, Man," he answered smiling stiffly.

Aiman wondered in his heart about Dhani's intention to visit last night. "Alright, Faith will meet him first. Titip Mas Asa, Mom." After that, his feet also stepped into the living room which was not so far from the room space.

"Sorry, are you looking for me?" aiman asked Dhani who was quite tangled.

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