Wife For Faith

Chapter 3 Melengos

“Abi ... Let's wake up Abi! Abi can't sleep soundly. Who will Hassan play with?” The sound of crying from a small child inside a 1st grade room in a hospital echoed. Already so far, since he came 30 minutes ago the child was crying continuously.

Both of his grandmothers tried to calm him down, but the child did not want to be silent. “Darling, don't be like this. Later abi was sad when he saw you cry,” persuaded the Situ–ibu from Aiman.

“Iya, Son. Later abi even sulked to see his favorite son sad. So, Nak Hassan must be strong well and we pray that abi quickly realized. Ok!” Rania–The mother of Aisyah rubbed the hair of her second granddaughter.

“But, Grandma. Hassan doesn't want to see abi here. Hassan wants abi to come home. I play and learn. Hassan also promised to do better. Hassan does not want to be an orphan, Nek,” said the little boy with so much pain.

Rania and Siti then looked at each other. They seem to know if the grandson is afraid of losing the figure of a father, as well as a mother for him. Unable to see Hassan getting sad, Siti finally decided to hold the child outside the room.

Rania herself chose to follow. She knows if Siti can handle Hassan, but she wants to see how her grandson calms down. However, when the door of the in-patient room of the son-in-law was opened, they were startled by the presence of a beautiful figure in a white veil standing in front of the room.

“Fathimah? You it?” ask Rania in shock.

The woman whose full name is Fatimah Azzahra immediately took the hands of Aiman's parents and Aisyah. “Iya, Aunt. This is me Fatima. Aunt how are you?”

Raina smiled warmly at the schoolmate and one of Aisyah's faculty gently. For almost 10 years they have not met because they are busy with their own business.

Not because of arrogance, or what, but because the busyness of Fatima who teaches on the opposite island makes them reasonable, if they first meet. After all, all this time the one who was on good terms with her was Aisyah and it was only natural that when her best friend died, the woman also felt lost.

“Oh, yes, introduce this besan me and this is my grandson too.”Rania introduces Siti and Hassan to her son's best friend.

“Assalamualaikum, Aunt. Assalamualaikum also small grandpa,” greet Fatima friendly. He even cupped his hands in front of Siti who was still calming the little child in her cradle.

“Waalaikumsalam, Kids. Auntie stay first, yeah. Because my granddaughter is fussy,” said Siti resigned herself.

Fatima who had come to visit the husband of her best friend immediately bowed politely to Siti. He smiled politely as Rania looked at him softly. “How are you, Auntie?”

“Yes, as you can see, Fat. Aunty is now more often with grandchildren and rarely traveled like before,” the story glares far. Maybe the middle-aged woman was reminded of her late second child–Aisyah.

Fatima who saw the mother of her best friend grieving immediately approached her. He rubbed the middle-aged woman's shoulders attentively. “Sorry, yes, Aunt. Because of me, aunty so remembered Mbak Ais,” regretted the single woman.

Rania shook her head. He patted the back of Fatima's hand so that the woman in front of him did not feel guilty. “Fa, you are not wrong. It's just his aunt who misses him. So, you don't have to feel guilty like that.”

“But, Aunt–”

“Ssttt!” Rania shook her head and put her index finger in front of her lips. “You are not wrong. Okay, don't think about it. Oh yeah, what are you doing here? Would you like to visit Aiman?” tanyanya wants to know.

Rania nodded. “Iya, aunt trust. Yuk, auntie friend!” invite him, then open the door to the nursery of his son-in-law to let his guest in.

Fatima herself is happy if accompanied because she also does not want to make people misunderstand her presence in the nursery of a man, let alone their relationship is only a friend. Later there even arise slander and he does not want it to happen.

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After a day in the hospital, Aiman returned home. Hassan himself did not want to be far from his father. He hugged until he did not want to be separated. Made both grandmothers overwhelmed.

Now, is the time for Aiman to go to teach at the school that has been the place where the man spread the knowledge that has been learned. However, Hassan seemed not to want far away, the little boy continued to wrestle his body.

“Nak, abi wants to go teach. Don't you allow abi to go?” the tan is soft, while rubbing his koala-like hair in a sling.

Hassan shook his head in a sling. “Abi at home only. If not, let Hassan come teach. Hassan really wants to be with abi keep going!” The two little boy's eyes looked so begging.

Aiman looked towards his mother, while the middle-aged woman smiled clumsily. He finally saw Hassa. “But, later abi can not nemenin Hassan there. Abi had to teach his brothers about religion and certainly so could not focus on Hassan.”

“It's okay. Abi. Hassan promises not to be naughty and will definitely be a good boy for abi!” Hassan looks excited, looks once from his face that changed sumringah.

“What's okay, Bi?” tanya Siti follows calling her son with a call that has been given to Aiman for 5 years. He simply did not want to make Hassan follow his call when calling the real name of the man.

“It's okay, Grandma. Later abi will ask for a meeting to keep Hassan there,” said Aiman calming.

“Yaudah, it's up to you, Bi. Later, if there is anything can call grandma.”

Aiman nodded. “God willing, Nek.”

“Bi, can grandma ask you something?” Siti immediately restrains Aiman's move to leave the dining room with her son–Hassan.

“What is it, Grandma?” tanya Aiman was still standing.

“Do you not want to marry again?”

Aiman immediately melengos. “Sorry, Mother. Abi has to go to school first. Assalamualaikum!”

Siti breathed heavily. “When will you keep dodging, Man? Hassan needs a mother figure,” softly, while staring at his son's back with sadness.