Wife For Faith

Chapter 28

"Abi, why are we even here, anyway? Yesterday, Mas Asa, right, Arghhh, Ummi, please Mas Asa!" the screams of the little boy inside a faded-lamp labyrinth.

Both of her eyelids were tightly closed with her hands hugging the belly of the woman beside her. She screamed because something was holding her hair from above. His face was even pale and wanted to get out of the curse.

It's all Aiman's fault for fooling Hassan. The father pretended to invite the little one to see the house of various cartoon films in Indonesia. However, it turned out that after stopping, the train that carried the three visitors actually returned to walking.

From what was once enthusiastic, now it shriveled in fear to not want to release the embrace in Fatimah's body.

"Sshh, there's Auntie, honey. So, Mas Asa need not be afraid. Abi is here with us." The beautiful woman was so gentle as to calm her future child. In fact, he himself was quite afraid, but when he felt such a tight hug from Hassan, his courage began to rise.

This is all for Hassan's sake, not for the man beside him.

Their current position is Hassan sitting flanked by Aiman and also Fatimah. While the row of benches in the back filled by the family, as well as a teenage couple who are kasmaran.

"Yes, Mas Asa. Calm down, Abi and Aunt Fati will definitely protect Mas Asa from the disturbance of the damned demon," joked Aiman who was immediately avenged by a blow on his thigh from the child.

"Pig!" pekik Hassan was quite upset with the words of his father. "Asa is again scared, you know," he almost cried.

Fatimah almost nagged towards her future husband. However, seeing the amused wiggle of a figure who had rarely expressed made the mouth was again swallowing his words. Why is this weak servant, O Allah? Just because I saw her like this, my heart just beat so hard.

"Tante," called Hassan who was now staring innocently at the mature woman in front of him.

"Yes, Honey. What's up?" fatimah asked, while tidying Hassan's hair a little messy because it was rubbing his body.

"Auntie Fati is scared, huh?" asked Hassan innocently.

Fatimah looked at Hassan not understanding, then her eyes looked at Aiman who was also watching him. He then looked back at the child's face. "No, really. Why why?"

Fatimah is speechless. His lips were too faint to answer. Among the questions in this world. Why should that phrase be asked? What Hassan does not know, if his father is the perpetrator of an unclear debate that is being felt by Fatimah.

It is not fair to live this life, ringis Fatimah at heart.

Aiman immediately saw the face of Fatimah who was bowed in shame. Somehow, he felt that the heartbeat felt by Fatimah was not because of fear, but something else.

"Tante Fati don't be afraid. There is also Mas Asa and Abi. So, aunt can calm down."

"Did Mas Asa just copy paste the words spoken by the aunt earlier?" Fatimah looked up and looked at Hassan in astonishment.

He did not know behind Hassan's cheerfulness, there was an indecision that must have been passed down by his parents, one of whom was from Aiman. However, before the answer could horrendous dark labyrinth that scary, Fatimah immediately clarified it.

"Oh, so get caught, deh," said Fatimah, with a cry.

Aiman is not Hassan who can be lied to by the classic Fatimah excuse. He speculated that the woman's answer was not correct.

"Abi, it turns out that Aunt Fati is also afraid, just like me," she was amused, then looked back at Fatimah with a witty look. "Cie, but aunty's not wetting her head, is she?"

Fatimah looked down at Hassan. "Tante is not Mas Asa who likes bedwetting," he seems.

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