Wife For Faith

Chapter 26

Aiman is now sitting on his chair. The atmosphere in the teacher's room now looks quiet because the break is in progress. There was only him and also three other teachers, including the future wife–Fatimah.

The tail of his eyes had stolen a glance, glancing doubtfully at the beautiful woman wearing the black veil. His butt was as if it had been stuck tightly on the chair so as to move he was lazy, or embarrassed. I don't know.

“Pak Faith, do you not rest?” A voice from a male teacher disperse Aiman's mind who was back and forth handsome to approach the future wife.

“Oh,” the answer is a little confused. “Yes, I'll follow. You still have unfinished work,” he continued smiling awkwardly.

The teacher, who is known as Mr. Hamdam, nodded. “Then I first. I'm waiting at the baisa place yes, sir!”

Aiman just nodded without any intention of agreeing to the invitation of the Master of History Maple. He had his own plan today. So, before time ran out and Hassan pouted because his wishes were not obeyed. The widower stood up.

His legs were then taken to step towards Fatimah's desk which was a few meters away from hers. The man's eyes were fixed definitely only towards the woman who had not been aware of his presence. Sweat slightly soaked Aiman's palm up to several times he had to wipe to the pants.

Everyone in the school environment does not know the relationship between Aiman and Fatimah. They probably wouldn't have thought, if the beautiful teacher and the widower were going to be one family in two months.

Heartbroken, maybe the feeling will be felt by students and some teachers who have been idolizing Fatimah and Aiman secretly. They will even cry mass because two people who are considered smart, and talented are on the same side.

“Ehm.”

Deheman from the front made the face of the woman who had been staring at the computer screen look up. His pupils instantly enlarged because suddenly the figure of a prospective husband stood right behind his desk.

“Pak Iman ... What's up?” tanyanya, while stealing clay towards the surrounding.

Fatimah was not used to having to be close to Aiman after last night's talk about their marriage. He was a little awkward until he subconsciously acted a little uncharacteristically.

“Ehm, what later after school you have time?” Aiman lansgung to the point. He knows because he doesn't have much time. There will be someone else coming into the room soon. Therefore, sat-set sat-set is the right step taken by him.

Fatimah looked at Aiman's face which looked flat. Honestly, she did not know her future husband. As of now, the woman was made to be surprised by the sudden question of the handsome man in front.

“Emang what's up, yes, sir?” tanyanya still maintain decency. Fatimah still remembered, if they were still in a public place, especially Aiman was also a senior here. So, it was impossible for him to call with all the calls.

His mouth felt stiff just to express his intentions. Aiman is indeed classified as to the point, but also a little coward, if you have to invite a woman away. Their relationship is one step away from being legitimate, but there is still a wall between the two people.

"Mas Asa wants you to come pick her up at school. Can you?" The man's lips involuntarily folded inward. A reflex movement, if you are nervous or mispronounced. However, the second option seems wrong. So, it was the nervousness that Aiman was feeling.

"Mas Asa?" Hearing the name of the child sholeh it is called making a face that was nervous, now gradually enthusiastic. Fatimah did not even hesitate to nod quickly as a sign of approval.

"Eh, but later, not now!" seloroh Aiman stopped the hand of Fatimah who was inserting books, as well as other items into his bag.

Fatimah looked at Aiman with cute winking eyes. As if aware, if this behavior is very strange. Her lips measured a smile, but she opened a happy smile, but an awkward smile.

Aiman who saw that could not help but smile. But he did not show. His face was thrown in the other direction so that Fatimah was not aware of the influence of his future wife who was able to make the stiff face of the Fiqh Master was not stiff anymore.

"Ah, sorry, sir. I'm too excited, aren't I?" ask Fatimah, while condemning her stupidity.

He also tried to find another discussion so as not to feel so awkward. An idea came to mind when he saw a box of supplies on the table. With a slight tremble, his hand held the square box.

"Sorry, Sir. Have you eaten?" fatimah asked with her head bowed, her hands holding the box of supplies nervously.

Aiman who also did not understand had to do anything turned his head when Fatimah asked him. He looked at the hand of the future wife who was holding a supply box on the table.

His eyes went back up. Netra Aiman could not see clearly how Fatimah's expression was now as she was looking down. "If breakfast is already, if lunch is not yet. Why?"

Fatimah smiled slightly. Jeez, just like this has made her cheeks heat up. This foreign feeling really makes the diaphragm in the woman's body beat unnaturally.

"Mother Fatimah" called Aiman softly.

The beautiful woman looked up quickly, then again bowed in shame. He closed his eyes to normalize the heartbeat that seemed to make him embarrassed for fear of being heard by the prospective husband.

Stuttering, Fatimah also tried to dare to speak up. "Anu it .. does Mr. Iman want to receive this provision?"

Aiman could see Fatimah's hand trembling as she held out the box. Somehow, his heart also slightly rippled when he again received a attention from a woman, let alone the figure was his future wife.

"Thank you." Aiman took the bottom side of the box so as not to come into direct contact with the hands of his future wife.

What is this feeling?

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