Wife For Faith

Chapter 29

One question from Hassan Baha Baseer is able to make the face of Fatimah Azzahra increasingly want to be submerged into the bottom of the core of the earth. This very clever little boy turned out to be able to make an adult woman die of lice so unable to speak.

After descending from the open train car that brings visitors to enjoy the atmosphere of the haunted house. Fatimah's lips have not yet made a sound. The father and son actually managed to silence the oral prospective makmum in their home.

"Are you still thinking about the words of Mas Asa?" In front of an ice cream shop, Aiman asks about Fatimah's silence after their last chat. "If your face is smiling, but it seems like my son's words are a little disturbing in your mind. Is that true?"

The beautiful paras looked back at the beautiful figure in front of him. The hand that was holding a cone of liquid objects that could melt was instantly shaking. Nervous.

His heart was at war, blaming his childish attitude. He is no longer a teenager, but his behavior is like a labile ABG in a kasmaran. A little embarrassed, a little bit willing nosebleed just because it is viewed by a crush. Ego sneered.

If one could control his heart he would probably now become the greatest human being. It could be fine in front of the Crush she loves, or cares for.

Not like Fatimah. At the age of almost stepping on the head of three, he who was the first time to feel the heart rippling, the diaphragm in the body pumping irregularly, until the cheeks feel burned feeling overwhelmed by this reality.

"Sa-yeah just surprised, sir." After all the time wasted just by silence, Fatimah finally opened her voice. Yes, even with a stammer. However, at least the beautiful woman had the determination to be no longer awkward.

Aiman could see the honesty of the words spoken by Fatimah and it was a relief. "Thank God. I just feel guilty for making you so shocked by my son's silly question. As a father, I represent my son apologizing for all his words and behavior if it is not polite to you."

Fatimah smiled. It is as easy as it is to melt the heart of a Fatimah Azzahra. Just being sincere, as well as appreciating each other, was enough, or was that just the case for Aiman Baha Baseer? Could be.

"No need to apologize like that, sir. His name is also a child. Sometimes they just ask him what he wants to know. Because their curiosity is still great" replied Fatimah, wiping Hassan's head next to his chair.

"Abi, go home, yuk! Mas Asa sleepy," invite the little boy who began to get tired after riding many rides to play.

The small mouth was vaporized wide, but was soon covered by the palm of the future mother's hand. Water drips on the tip of your little one's eyes, signifying drowsiness that can't be treated.

"Then we go home now. Or, Auntie Fati still wants to be here?" Aiman asked Fatimah.

The beautiful woman nodded. "No, Sir. Let's just go home. Poor Mas Asa. He must be very tired," he replied attentively.

Finally, that afternoon it was decided to go home. The car carrying the three men was splitting the city streets a little crowded. Accompanied by dusk afternoon that spoils the eyes for those who see it. Fatimah included.

He is a sky-viewer. Fatimah admired all the creations of God. Including someone beside him. The creature Adam who was holding the wheel was quite stirring his heart.

"Tomorrow I'll pick you up, okay?"

"Huh?" Fatimah was surprised by the offer from her future husband so she showed a shocked face. They were in front of the woman's yard. Waiting for the woman's answer will be Aiman's invitation.

"How, what can?" ask Aiman again.

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