Wife For Faith

Chapter 34

“How was last night? Did you guys sleep well?”

“Uhuk.” Fatimah and Aiman choked together as Umar asked the first night the newlyweds had passed. They then glanced at each other, then looked down embarrassed when the two lovebirds' eyes met.

The next movement carried out by Fatimah and Aiman actually made Umar laugh.

“Pak, what are you, anyway? It was like that in front of a lot of people. Malulah they.” Aminah tried to melt the atmosphere of breakfast of the two new families so as not to be awkward again. He glanced at the warning to his beloved husband.

While Umar who was given a warning actually raised his chin as if there was nothing strange in his question. However, finally he could only pursed his lips and refocused on the wife's special fried rice. “People only doang, ge. Wrong, yes?”

“Mistake. But, not in front of many people too times, sir!” reply Aminah no less lirih. He deliberately whispered so that his daughter-in-law's family would not hear. Smiles are also installed to disguise awkwardness.

“Alhamdulilah, Pah.” I don't know what the answer Aiman gave to Umar's question was. A little absurd and double meaning. Thank you for sharing duren? Or, Alhamdulillah can sleep well? I don't know.

Fatimah just smiled awkwardly. The woman's hand, suddenly rubbed her slightly wet hijab because it was shampooing this morning. After all, he felt sultry and sweaty last night, so his body felt sticky. As a result he took a shower, all shampooing.

Nothing wrong, right, when a newly married woman shampooing in the morning?

“Mas Asa where, yes, Auntie? Why didn't he have breakfast?” Fatimah tried to find another topic because she had longed to meet with her children.

“Not yet awake, Honey. But, really, Auntie, anyway?” Siti intentionally corrected. “Call, Mom! You, right, are now the wife of Abi. So, don't call aunty again, but Mom. You understand, Honey?”

Fatimah nodded. He is still a little awkward, but trying to immediately socialize the habits that will surely become their habits later. Because Siti is now not someone else, but her family as well.

“Alright, Bu.”

“Well, so, dong, darling. Mom shits it, doesn't she, so grin. But, if for example in front of Mas Asa, please call grandma, yes, dear! You see, let Mas Asa get used to the call. Fearing, if you call mom, then my granddaughter even come calling like that,” he explained, while chuckling.

“Yes, really, Sister Siti. Sometimes we as parents must model good for our children, and grandchildren. There is no way we call names, or calls that actually provoke your little one to follow every remark that comes from our mouths,” said Aminah justifies.

Siti and Aminah finally melted into the chatter of the two of them, ignoring the three people in the dining room. Umar was relaxed and unperturbed. Unlike Aiman and Fatimah, they both find it difficult to swallow food into their throats.

“What is the food not good, Mas?” Fatimah asked quietly when she saw her husband's fried rice plate was still quite a lot, it could even be seen only reduced a little.

Aiman smiled badly. “Before I'm sorry. Not to be impolite, but I have an allergy to shrimp.”

Fatimah looked at her husband with a guilty look. “Sorry, yes, Mas. Fatimah did not know, if Mas Iman there is an allergy to seafood. Then let me recreate it, huh?”

Aiman immediately drew Fatimah's hand and made them a concern. "No need, Fa!"

“What's up, Fa?” Aminah immediately asked in wonder when she saw her son who was going to leave the dining table, even though the fried rice was still half left.

“This, Mom. Mas Iman it aler–”

“Nothing, really, Bu.” Aiman prevents his wife from telling him the truth. She knows very well, if her in-laws are the ones cooking. So, he did not want to make the mother's heart of the wife to be sad.

“Loh, why are you guys, anyway? Fatimah, tell mom! What's the matter exactly?” Not do not believe in the words of the son-in-law, but he just does not want his banquet to be a disaster in the future.

Fatimah tried to smile soothingly to her husband. “What's up, really, Mas. I'm sure you understand, kok.”

“Why, Man? Is my wife's cooking less tasty?” ask Umar gently.

“It's not so, Pah. But, this Mas Iman turned out to have the same seafood allergy. Later, if eating it will actually arise hives, or worse it can be shortness of breath. Hence, Fati is going to the kitchen to make Mas Iman a new fried rice,” Fatimah explained to everyone in the dining room.

“Owalah, then don't eat! Let your wife make a new one!” prevent Umar when he heard the side effects that his son-in-law will get, if you still eat fried rice made by Aminah.

Amina became guilty. He then apologized to his son-in-law and promised, if going to cook would ask first, while Siti tried to understand and understand this situation.

Finally, that morning Fatimah also intervened directly to cook breakfast for Aiman. This was the first time the woman had made food for her husband, as well as for her son–Hassan. The child continued it was exhausted to make him still asleep in sleep.

In the afternoon, Fatimah was immediately brought to the husband's house. On the way, the woman, who was sitting with the child, was chatting with each other. Listening to every babble of the little one who is telling how his favorite of animals.

Followed by his activities every afternoon at home. From teaching, to playing with his complex friends. All of that is wrapped up in a beautiful. All the stories are full of jokes and laughter, without any flaws, if Hassan is lacking the affection of a mother.

That certainly makes Aiman, and Siti feel proud. However, they were even more pleased because the child was so quick to accept the presence of Fatimah in his life. There is no drama of rejection like the one on tv-tv that is often watched by the grandmother.

“Abi, tomorrow we will go to the zoo, yuk! We're taking Auntie, uh wrong." Hassan's little hand immediately smothered his own mouth as the call to the new mother had not yet been found. His face was turned towards Aiman who had already looked at the child.

"Abi," he called out to sound like a whine.

"What's up, honey? Does Mas Asa's stomach hurt?" Fatimah asked in panic as the child inside her lap whined to her father. He felt guilty, afraid unwittingly of hurting the child.

Hassan shook his head, giving a wry smile. His face turned back to his father. “Abi, Mas Asa doesn't know what to call Aunt Fati.” The little face looked down sad, perhaps feeling guilty to the figure of his new mother.

Fatimah immediately hugged Hassan, then let out a little boy's hair in her lap. “Hey, Baby. Auntie doesn't matter Mas Asa will call me with any calls. The important thing is that it makes you comfortable, dear.”

Aiman secretly feels guilty because he has also not prepared the right call for his new wife. During this time, he was only preoccupied with work and marriage so he forgot about the little things that would certainly be quite influential in their lives.

The head was turned towards Fatimah who was now hugging her son without feeling uncomfortable. He considered that the woman did have motherly nature and also quite understood religion. Aiman himself admitted, if his heart had begun to accept the presence of the wife in their lives.

The babbling of Hassan's voice and also every word Fatimah said like a background in his life. The view of the garden next to his house, even like it had no effect until again and again, the head turned to look at the two people beside his chair.

“Ummaya.” Suddenly the sentence was thrown out of Aiman's mouth. He looked at Fatimah's shocked face with a gentle smile, after calling her another name from a mother.

“Abi called me?” ask Fatimah in doubt.

Aiman smiled, then with a gentle gesture his hand was placed on the black veil worn by his wife. “Iya, Umya. Do you like?”

Fatimah's lips trembled with dew on her two eyelids. He then nodded with happiness. “Um-maya,” his ejanya shrivelled with a happy smile. “I like, Bi. Really like,” he continued can not hold haru.

“Loh, really cry, Umma?” Hassan quickly wiped away the tears that soaked his mother's shady face. “Abi don't make umma sad, dong!” ban it with pursed lips annoyed to the father.

“Gak, Mom. Umma is just too happy to see you accept me in your life. Thank you.” Fatimah's shoulders trembled holding back the haru that suddenly burst into the heart so as to make the circle of happiness slide away from both eyes.

Aiman immediately carried his wife's trembling body into his arms. Kissed the top of his head, then turned to Hassan. Two people who will now be his responsibility. His future and his life purpose.

“It is precisely Abi who should be thanking you. You are a beautiful woman, smart, and of course you can get a better figure than us. But, with open arms, you accepted me and Mas Asa in your life,” her fingers to catch her breath.

“And I hope, hopefully you can accept all our shortcomings. Because me and Mas Asa might make umma's life not as free as it used to be!” he continued expectantly.

Fatimah more comfortable herself who is shameless, just feel not want to let go of the husband's decapitation. He listened to every word that came out of Aiman's mouth.

The woman shook her head. “I have always believed in the greatness of Allah SWT. I also believe, if all this is our destiny. I am married also want my worship as a complete Muslim and of course I really need the support and prayers of Abi, as well as Mas Asa.”

“Abi,” call Fatimah, looking at her husband's face with her own eyes.

“What, Ummaya?”

His heart rippled warmly as the call sounded very sweet in Fatimah's ear. “Please guide me to be a dutiful wife to you and also to Allah!”

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