Wife For Faith

Chapter 38

“Sorry, I don't know, if you're talking about anything serious,” rummaged Fatimah, grimacing with pain.

Blood poured from the bare soles of his feet exposed to broken glass. Indeed, this pain is nothing compared to hearing the statement of the woman named Diinah.

No woman is willing, if it must be combined. Divide her husband to another woman. Fatimah is not ready. She had even just tasted a bit of happiness with her husband.

“Be quiet, Ummaya. You are not wrong.” Aiman asked his wife to be quiet, and her hands scooped Fatimah's body into a sling. He brought his wife's light body to the room. Ignoring a disrespectful guest asking to marry his sister. Maddened.

How can anyone who does not know himself ask a man who is already a husband of people to marry his sister? Minted. Is the human mind gone? Or does he have no brain? Might as well.

“But, Bi,” said Fatimah. Now they are in the room.

Aiman put his wife's body in a long chair, then tried to hold the blood that had flowed from the soles of the wife's feet. He picked up an item that could be reached by his eyes and the man only found a tissue.

“Hold, yes, Honey! Maybe this hurts a little,” he said grimacing when he saw the broken glass was still lodged in the soles of the wife's feet.

Fatimah was only silent when she saw her husband was so bothered to take care of the wounds obtained. Honestly, the wound was not as hurt as the heart was being pinched by a request from the woman who claimed to be a college friend from Aiman.

“Don't listen, what else think of the words of Diinah! I am not an irresponsible man who will leave, let alone grieve his wife just because of a request from an outsider. You are the most important thing to me.”

Fatimah bit her lip as something inside her throat pressed out. Not vomit, let alone swearing, but a roar. “Don't leave me, Bi! I promise to be a good wife and obedient–”

“Sstt!” The man's index finger immediately silenced the wife's mouth. He shook his head when he saw his wife's grim face. The lips are trying to smile, channeling the same feeling, which is the fear of loss.

Although there was no love, Aiman promised God and himself that he would not hurt the figure of the woman who was crying before him. His thumb was used to wipe away the tears that had soaked Fatimah's face.

The man shook his head with a sad look. “Sayang. Ii'm sorry. Forgive me for making you cry today. It's only been a few hours since we got married, but I've made you cry. Again forgive me, Ummaya.”

Fatimah closed her eyes so that the fur dripped back down her face. Aiman shook his head miserably, raised his wife's chin, then gently let out two wet eyelids. “Don’t cry, Honey! You’re my life, my sun, and my rib. You are everything to me as well as Asa. So, please! Trust me!”

Quiescent. Fatimah was silent. Not because he did not believe, but his heart was in doubt. Although they were newly married, but he was sure if the feelings he had were sincere.

“Abi's better get the p3k box first. All of you want to get drinking water for you.” However, when the body was about to turn around, a hand had already pulled the shirt first.The netranya also found the figure of his wife was shaking her head gently.

“Do not go!” hold Fatimah afraid. The woman simply did not want her husband to return to meet the Diinah-Diinah. Let him be said to be stingy, or too over. However, if the person is her own husband, no problem?

Aiman again sat on a long chair that was located in front of their king-size bed. Her hands were used to rub the veil of the frightened wife.

“Ummaya. Abi just want to take the p3k box, not to go far,” he explained gently.

The hand was still unwilling to take off her husband's t-shirt. The head that was still covered in the hijab was even bowed, not daring to stare at her spine. “I'm coming,” he whispered softly.

Aiman tried to understand. “It turns out you could be as scared as it was to lose me, yes, dear. Abi felt moved,” his god, while raising his eyebrows.

“Astagfirullah, handsome boy time kayak gini dicuekin, anyway. Ckckck, too once you, O Makmumku,” Aiman quipped that saw his teasing not responded by the wife.

“Abi,” call Fatimah, while looking up.

“Iya, Ummaya.”

“What's your temen already gone?” ask her with a squeaking voice.

Aiman frowned, then tried to understand the situation that was happening. “Let me take a look, all of you take a p3k box. Can, yes?”

The woman then looked at her feet which had been on the lap of her husband. It looks pretty disrespectful indeed. However, the condition is not okay. So, it's not a big deal. Blood still flows until the lips that are not polished lipstick look pale.

“I just don't want you to why-why, dear. I don't want you to lack blood just because we were just pulling. So, let your husband take care of you properly, yes, Ummaya!” both of Aiman's hands were cupped in front of his chest with pleading eyes.

Fatimah was destroyed, she then allowed the husband to go out to meet the guest and also took the p3k box. To hell with the feeling of heat inside her body. Let this be a secret between himself and the Creator, if he does indeed put jealousy upon them.

Meanwhile, it turns out that this Diinah is a hard type of person. He was still waiting in the living room, but he clearly knew what had just happened to the owner. But he insisted on staying.

“Man, please consider this request of mine! You're the only man who deserves to be with my sister. He desperately needs a leader, a priest, and a head of the family like you. Most importantly, he also loves you a lot, ” Dinah chanted as she watched Aiman return to the living room.

The man sighed. He looked coldly at his friend. “Listen to me, Dinah!” the clothes with full emphasis. “I'm married. I also love my wife. So, you better leave right now, before I call the security guard to expel you!”

“But, Man–”

“What is this? Who is he, Man?” Siti who had just come along with Hassab was made to be surprised by the presence of another female figure inside the newlywed house. His eyes were fixed, the woman standing in front of his son.

“Sorry, who are you, Ma'am? And what business is there here?” ask Siti to the point.

“Nek–”

“Abi, umma where? Then, there's a trace of whose blood?” Hassan, who was looking for a mother figure, was astonished by the red oda on the floor. Not to mention, broken glass was also still scattered there.

“Where's my daughter, Bi? You didn't do anything weird to Fatimah, did you?” Siti panicked when she saw her granddaughter's direction. Anxious feeling instantly enveloped the heart until it involuntarily cried out to Aiman.

“Ummaya is in the room, Grandma. I did intend to treat his injured leg,” he explained ignoring the guest who still hoped to persuade Aiman to marry his sister–Dinar.

“Keep, why are you still here? Go take care of your wife. Let her be grandma's business!” drive Siti who began to grow angry with the behavior of her son who catapulted.

“But, Aunt. I still have–”

“Shut up, or I'll report you to the police for making a mess in my son's house!” cut Siti with full threat. Dare he touch his son-in-law, get ready to face him.