Wife For Faith

Chapter 25

The atmosphere of the dining room which is usually filled with the sound of laughter from one family, now looks different. There is no joy, or just mutual respect. The lips of the child and father seemed busy chewing the food in front of them without taste.

Not because the cuisine given by the grandmother was not tasty. Maybe because of their bad mood. Therefore, the appetite becomes less.

Meanwhile, the grandmother who was embarrassed to see the silence in this room also began to put a spoon on the plate. He then took a sip of mineral water that was only half a glass until it ran out. Lips are wiped using a tissue, then placed next to a plate.

“You till when you two will remain silent like this?” Siti, tired of the silence created by Hassan and Aiman, begins to rebuke her. Never once in his life, the son and father silenced each other.

I don't know what problems they keep secret from him. However, one thing is clearly remembered. If, last night's events had a big influence on the mood of the two of them this morning.

“Abi,” call grandma gently. He did not want to make a fuss just for wrongly reprimanding the child in front of his beloved grandson.

Aiman looked up. He also had no appetite, but in honor of the mother who had tired of cooking food for himself and the child made his hands keep putting rice, along with the side dish into the mouth.

“Iya, New.” The one-child widower immediately looked on with his own eyes. Remembering Hassan who was afraid of him last night, enough to make his soul disturbed. He occasionally glanced at Hassan who still did not want to look at him after the incident last night.

“Today granny no need. So, please take Mas Asa to school!” his words seemed to give time for the child and the father had a lot of time together.

The little boy looked at his grandmother in surprise. However, in a few seconds, the view was lowered. Her tiny nose breathed. He did not dare to argue even though he wanted to speak.

The dark bead looked at the figure of Aiman timidly from behind his lashes. Last night was a little bit of a thrill for her little heart. Hassan was surprised to see the figure of a good father for the first time, and quiet suddenly angry to hit someone else.

Last night Hassan could not sleep, he thought about the words of the stranger he had stolen. The figure of the guest is indeed quite disrespectful because it has been demonizing the father. The child was so reminded of the friends of Kindergarten who often bulldozed him.

The woman who was no longer young smiled gently as her shady eyes now looked back. “Yes, it's okay, Grandma. Later Mas Asa delivered abi aja,” replied Hassan slightly glanced at the figure of his father who was smiling little. He also looked down, not daring to reply.

His smile was missed enough. Not because Aiman rarely smiled at the child, but because Hassan felt sorry for being disrespectful last night. The little hand was clenched behind the dining table, like it wanted to say something, but it was embarrassed and hesitant.

Aiman who knows the child understands the anxiety that is happening. He smiled with relief because he saw Hassan's behavior as if he was harboring himself to express his feelings. “Then Abi will pick up Mas Asa. Does Mas Asa allow?” ask her with soft smiling lips.

Hassan looks up. The eyes clearly showed a sense of disbelief, if the father was going to pick him up for school. He knew how busy an Aiman Baha Baseer was. With a downcast face, the child nodded in embarrassment.

“Tapi–” The child is a little hesitant when he wants to express his heart.

“Say, Mas Asa!” Aiman knows very well, if his son now wants something. Therefore, there is a hunk of curiosity in the heart that wants to hear the continuation of the speech of the child alone puppet.

“A-bi,” pause the little boy hesitates. He looked once again at the face of his father and also the grandmother. The two adults there waited expectantly for anxiety, especially Aiman.

Hassan breathed out of his mouth to relieve his nervousness. “Mas Asa wants to pick up with Aunt Fati. What's bo-leh?” asked Hassan with his head bowed in shame.

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