Wife For Faith

Chapter 24

A raw bogeman had just floated right into the nose of the man who was now turning his face to the left. Blood flowed without being prevented from his sense of smell.

“Go from here right now, or I'll call security to drag you from my home!” His chest rose and fell, even the roar of Aiman's breath was also seen hunting. Indicating emotions were still lingering in his heart.

The pupils of his eyes turned darker as emotions were taking over the body. Aiman knows his patience level is being tested. However, Dhani seems to have picked the wrong opponent. This one child widower is the owner of the black belt with the most senior level.

“So, before I beat you up here .. better get out of here right now!” Again Aiman emphasized his every speech.

Dhani herself is now rubbing her nose which is bleeding. He did not expect if his arrival was actually rewarded with a raw bogeman from the future wife of his best friend.

The guest also stood up from sitting with a stupor, then looked coldly at the owner of the house who was still staring back no less cold. He was undaunted and continued forward to approach Aiman, then when he arrived, his lips drew closer to the interlocutor's ear.

“Don't you think I'll just shut up for this. Okay, this time you can sleep well, but not next time!” After that, Dhani also spat right on the left side of Aiman's body as if showing the war flag will still continue to flutter.

The threat did not scare Aiman. He knows very well, if his behavior was childish enough. However, a man's pride had just been trampled. So, it was only natural that a quiet person like Aiman would attempt to save his pride.

Siti who did not sleep immediately came to the living room. He walked anxiously when he saw the dispute that had just occurred. The middle-aged woman was about to advance, then broke up. However, the guests were already in the hunt to leave their home.

"Son," called Siti with an anxious look that could not be hidden.

His hand rubbed the shoulder of his son who still looked tense. He then hugged Aiman's tall body to relieve the emotions that are now engulfing the feelings of the child. His lips also tidied the word tranquilizer so that the father of Hassan quickly calm down.

“Sshh, all is well, Man. You can't use violence here. Remember, God does not like his people to fight each other. Istighfar, Son!” Siti was sad to see her son who had been seen as silent and calm, was being hit by emotions.

He also regretted the bad intentions of his guest earlier. If he knew, the man would only create trouble in their home. Maybe from the beginning will not be allowed to enter, even setting foot into this house is strictly forbidden.

Afraid, if Aiman would change his mind to marry Fatimah after this matter? Afraid, if the man will come back and bring another problem to this house. Fear that makes his legs feel weak to stand upright on the side of his son.

Aiman remained silent, but did not agree, or reply to any of his mother's words. He walked into the room without speaking. However, the move instantly stopped when he saw the dark bead belonging to his son was looking at him in fear.

From there, the emotions that had been hugging his body immediately decayed, turning into fear of how the reaction of the beloved child. His knees were left as a pedestal, then his hands were stretched out to reach the child's tiny body.

“Nak, you haven't slept?” His voice sounded terrified.

Hassan was standing in front of the door facing directly into the living room. So, you can be sure the little boy saw how his father who was angry so much that he punched his guests.

“Nak,” call Aiman again. However, his heart immediately slipped as Hassan's reaction retreated.

Aiman folded his lips when the wooden door was diabnting right in front of his face. The sound of the debuman seemed to be a big hammer that collapsed the tears that had now washed the face of the father.

“Sorry, Son. Sorry, abi!”

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