Wife For Faith

Chapter 27

"Aante!"

Fatimah who had just got down from the car immediately turned her face to the origin of the sound. Lips that are polished with pink lipstints that expand so wide. His body was lowered with both hands stretched out ready to welcome the Sholeh child who was running towards him.

Aiman who saw the happiness of his son smiled. There was a little relief when the smile reappeared on the little lips of the child. The two of them have not been able to say sorry to each other, or forgive. Intentions, Aiman wants to do it later after arriving at the place to be addressed.

"Kangen," whined the voice of the little boy when his body was already tightly clenched to the future mother he continued.

"Tante also misses Mas Asa. Oh yeah, how was school today? Is Mas Asa having fun?" Fatimah asked no less enthusiastically to Hassan. Somehow just last night they met, but this little guy was so making him impatient to meet.

Luckily, the prospective husband invited him to pick up the child sholeh, otherwise Fatimah would have to endure longing for a long time.

Hassan continued to chatter in front of Fatimah. An enthusiastic and uplifting voice when telling how his day at school made him an adult there to smile.

"Semenjak Mas Asa delivered by his mother, his friends did not dare to harass again. They are now friends."

"Loh, Master." Fatimah and Aiman who heard it then bowed politely. They do not realize, if there is Bu Wardah who is standing behind Hassan's body.

So focused on hearing the babble from the sholeh child that makes them not know there is someone else.

"But, earlier I apologized to you, Ma'am. Because I've been wrong about you." The guardian of Hassan's class bowed as guilt gripped his heart. He forgot, if indeed the real mother of his student had died.

It was also because he accidentally saw the data of his students.

Fatimah smiled. "It's okay, Mom. I can understand, really."

"But, she is indeed the future mother of Mas Asa, Ma'am. Because we're getting married soon." Aiman immediately interrupted the conversation between Fatimah and Bu Wardah.

"really?" ask her with a happy look. "Alhamdulillah. May the show run smoothly and hopefully become a family that is sadinah mawadah and warahmah."

Aiman and Fatimah also guaranteed the prayer of Wardah. They then withdrew because they had to leave. There is a destination that Aiman wants to visit and of course without the knowledge of two people who are currently busy chatting in the side chair.

The speed of the car did not look so fast, not slow, was. Because the intended location is also not so far from the school of the child.

"Well, isn't this the way to my house, huh, sir?" Fatimah realized that the road they were passing was not to her home address. So she immediately asked her future husband.

"Can't you call sir when we're outside?" Aiman felt the call of Fatimah was too formal, even though they would soon be married.

Fatimah folded her lips awkwardly, especially when their beads accidentally whipped at each other. His face immediately looked towards the front where Hassan was staring at the face of his future mother.

"Hey, why look at Auntie like that? Is there something on aunt's face?" Fatimah was soon indeed his face because Hassan was looking at her so intensely that her cheeks were blushing.

This is a little boy, you know, Fa. Why is your behavior just like his father's.

"Gorgeous aunt," praised Hassan honestly.

"With Mas Asa, or abi?"

The woman winked funnyly when a question the boy sitting on his lap asked quite awkwardly. Hey, everyone knows, if Aiman Baha Baseer is one of the types of men who will never get tired of being looked at. So, should I be honest?

The tail of his eyes glanced towards Aiman who was still focused on driving. However, who would have thought, if the man was also curious about the honesty that would be thrown by Fatimah.

"Ehm–"

"Aunte Fati would like to say, if it's an abi. Aye, right?" Those lips are spoiled. Her tiny finger is now choosing the veil worn by the future mother, he continued.

Fatimah refrained from laughing. However, his hand could not be held to pinch the chewy cheek that was sulking. "Gosh, that's funny, anyway."

"Tante," his increasingly sobbing.

The laughter of the two adults was heard. Watching Hassan impatiently waiting for an answer from Fatimah.

"OKAY. We have arrived" said Aiman when his car reached a playground.

"Abi actually brought Mas Asa here? Thank you, Abi. Asa has been here for a long time." The face that had been sulking immediately sparkled bright. He was even impatiently involved and wanted to get off the lap of Fatimah.

Hassan had forgotten about who was the most handsome man between himself and his father. All you care about now is to quickly get inside, then ride all the rides that have long dreamed of. However, the lips that had been curved upwards, now turned down, moody.

"Hey, why, honey?"

Hassan turned moody again and this time it was Aiman who took over. Carrying the child's body into the deck, like a koala. Her index poked the little nose of a beloved child. "Did Mas Asa not like it?"

The face looked at his father limply. "Mas Asa won't come in."

"Why?" ask Aiman patiently.

"Mas Asa was afraid of bedwetting" whispered the boy.

Aiman looked at his son with a blank look. "Is Mas Asa joking?"

The boy shook his head, then brought his lips back to the father's ear. "We're not going to a haunted house, are we, Bi?"

One corner of Aiman's lips immediately went up. He has a plan to make his only child will not miss this day.

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