Wife For Faith

Chapter 37

"Who, Honey?" Aiman, who had just finished wearing a shirt, asked after finding out the wife had entered their room. The man's hand was coiled spoiled around his woman's waist. He breathed in the scent of vanilla emanating from Fatimah's body, so intoxicating.

The woman who was Aiman Baha Baseer's legal wife twisted her own clothes. Doubt to say who the guest who had so boldly set foot in her husband's house this early.

"What mother?" aiman asked, rubbing his wife's delicate and soft cheeks. Her lips couldn't even resist kissing her.

"Bi," whined Fatimah in shame.

Aiman chuckled as a red hue re-emerged on the wife's cheek. "We've even done more than kisses, honey. But, why are you still embarrassed, hm?"

The white hand hit the chest of her husband's field with cute frowning lips. "Kan, this is my first, Bi. Did you forget, hm?" tanyanya's a little upset.

"God. Forgive your husband, Ummaya. It was not my intention to mock you, but just blame this red cheek to make me unable to tease you" said Aiman, kissing his wife's cheek. "It's a hell of a machine, this wife of mine."

Fatimah giggled amusedly, then both her hands reflexively embraced Aiman's nape. The man deliberately tickled the waist of the wife so that the slim body was amused.

"Stop, Bi! It's amused" said Fatimah, trying to stop her husband's hand perched on her waist.

"Will not. Before you tell me, who's the guest up ahead, hm!"

"But, let's go, Bi!" his whine started to get overwhelmed to laugh. Hey, who wouldn't be amused, if his waist was tickled by someone else? If there is, you are great.

Aiman also stopped his action and replaced by hugging the slender waist of the wife. His face was hidden in the neck of the woman. Inhaling the aroma that had become his candlestick.

"Now say! Who's the guest?"

Fatimah held her breath as the man's breath hit the skin of her neck. Yes, no matter when the hijab was released from her head until now the wet mane was plastered in front of the husband.

"Iemma doesn't know, Bi. He said, uh, Abi's college student."

"Tuition management?" Aiman tried to guess who a friend meant by Fatimah. "In my mind it's too full of your face, Ummaya. So, can you tell me who the guest is?"

"Jeez, Bi. Turns out you're a braggart too, yes," snorted Fatimah. "But the guest who came to the house was a woman. His name is Diinah."

"Hey, Ummaya. No need to put on a gloomy face. He was only Abi's college friend when he was in Cairo. She's married, too. We only worked together a few times when there was a group assignment there. So, my beautiful wife doesn't need to be jealous like that" the forefinger poked his wife's bangir nose.

Fatimah was evasive. "I'm not jealous, Bi. Just surprised because there's a woman coming to your house."

The man rubbed his wife's face again, then kissed both cheeks, forehead, nose, both eyelids, chin, and finally his lips. The two pairs of netra are now looking at each other, then smiling.

"Aish, why are you making me so opiate, anyway, honey? Did I tell him to come home, Dad?" Aiman's question actually gets a free pinch on the waist from Fatimah.

Fatimah immediately hugged her husband when she saw Aiman's seductive face. "Find your friend! Don't make guests wait too long, Bi. Aih, you made me feel like a protective wife because it took so long just to call her husband out of the room" she grumbled.

"But I'm more sincere that you locked me in my room, honey, than to meet anyone else" the god became more and more.

Before getting another free pinch from Fatimah, Aiman had already gone to the door. However, when the hand had reached the handle his face was turned towards the wife. "Make it easy for me to tell you this, Ummaya?"

Fatimah nodded. "Say what, Bi?" tanyanya did not understand.

"It seems you've managed to shake my heart, dear."

After that, the door closed. Leaving Fatimah who is now holding her upper clothes–dada that feels thumping. His blood rippled warmly to make both cheeks blush red. Her red lips curved beautifully forming a sweet and beautiful curve.

"Oh, God. Why does this feel so thrilling? I'm almost speechless just because of my own husband's mutilation." That smile could not stop being curled when imagining their union just now. However, the lips instantly dimmed, considering the husband was meeting with another woman. "Am I going crazy? How can I be jealous? We've only been together for a few days."

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"Dinah. What's up?" ask Aiman.

"Hi, Brother Faith. Here, can you help me?" The woman in a dress shirt, as well as her long veil asked back to her schoolmate first.

"What's that?"

"Ehm, was that your wife?"

Aiman frowned, but his lips still answered honestly. "Yes, she's my wife. What's up?"

"Oh." Diinah seemed hesitant to continue his intention to come to the friend's house.

"What's up, Diinah? Just say!" Aiman seems lazy to beat around the bush. Although this Diinah is a friend, but their relationship is not so close. So, naturally the man felt uncomfortable for too long stuck in the same room with the woman.

"I want you to help me marry my sister?"

"What?!"

The sound of falling objects suddenly made Aiman who was staring at Diinah in disbelief, increasingly surprised by the existence of his wife. The hand tried to stop Fatimah's steps, but the woman turned her body.

"Arkh." The body was too surprised so it did not see if his feet actually stepped on the broken glass below when going to go to the room.

"Immy!"