Wife For Faith

Chapter 39

Since the incident, Siti asked Aiman to be more selective in making friends. The middle-aged woman also immediately kicked Diinah out of the house right then and there. Just one day the son-in-law set foot in the house, there was already a problem. Obviously that's not a good thing.

"Once again you set foot in this house," his Jeda with a menacing look. "I don't hesitate to take this matter to the authorities!"

After that, Diinah came home disappointed. His intention to fight Dinar and Aiman failed miserably. Honestly, he really hoped that his friend would help him. However, who would have thought that his arrival actually brought bad luck to beautiful women–which turned out to be the new wife of Aiman Baha Baseer.

The news of Aiman and Fatimah's marriage had not been heard until her ears. Therefore, Diinah came full of trust with good intentions. But it was bad news that he got. Not to mention the eviction done by the parents of the friend enough to make the woman a little upset.

"Did the old lady not know how to serve guests? Just play drive-out. He couldn't do anything well" he grumbled along the way.

Siti snorted cynically after Diinah's departure that afternoon. He even closed the door of the house no less loudly. No matter what you want to say because he thinks the woman will only make trouble, if you linger in their residence.

Now, Fatimah cannot be free to move. The soles of his feet will feel sore, if invited to walk too long. As a result, he could only sit still, while watching television, eating, or other boring things.

Hey, for an active woman like Fatimah Azzahra, that fall is not a list in her life.

As now, Fatimah who is accompanied by the cute and adorable human–Hassan– her son is lying on the sofa bed. Aiman deliberately held it to make it easier for his wife and child to watch television. However, it was enough to torture the active soul of Fatimah Azzahra.

“Umma," called Hassan when he remembered there was something to tell his parents.

"Yes, Mas Asa. What was? The ark?" The call from her son was enough to make the woman wake up from boredom that gnawed at her heart.

Hassan shakes.

"Then what, dong?" Fatimah asked patiently.

"Tomorrow, another week there's a performance at school. Can umma come?” hassan asked, looking at my mother's face with a hopeful look.

"Ah, your graduation, sweetie?" Fatimah asked her son who was sitting straight, with both legs crossed on the sofa.

Without feeling any longer Hassan will graduate from kindergarten. After this, he will continue his religious-based primary school, the place is not so far from where they live. So, it can make it easier for Fatimah, Aiman, and Siti to pick up.

“God willing, umma's coming, son. Anyway maybe the most handsome umma child is gig, we did not even come. Aih, what a loss," she replied jokingly.

"Because we can't wait to see the most stunning performance of Mas Asa on stage" continued Fatimah, clapping boisterously alone.

The woman had indeed seen the video sent by her child's homeroom teacher. In the chat of the guardians, Hassan's performance was very good and worthy of appreciation among others. Understandably, children the age of Hassan iij is indeed more active and much curious.

So, when they are told to do something completely unwanted, surely they will be lazy. Not with Hassan Baha Baseer. The boy was so diligent and always followed every instruction of his coach while training.Therefore, they were impatient to see the appearance of the quiet boy.

Proud. That is the feeling that Fatimah is feeling. Although Hassan is not a real child, but he also felt happy for the achievement of the child.

“Really?” ask her with both brightly glowing eyes. “Wah, Mas Asa will be very happy later.”

The woman's hand was also used to wipe her son's short mane. “What's that fun umma coming?”

Hassan nodded excitedly. “Hem. Mas Asa is even more excited if umma, abi, and grandma come to watch me.”

“Umma,” whining spoiled. “I'm ashamed,”embabuhnya, while closing his eyes with his two small hands.

Fatimah finally hugged Hassan, tickling her small waist.

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During the day, after finishing teaching Aiman came home impatiently. Just half a day apart from his beloved wife, he had already missed. Is that natural? It's just natural, anyway.

"Fatimah, why in just a few days have you made me like this? Do you feel this too? Aish, Faith. It seems that you have started to go crazy from talking alone," said Aiman, while hitting his own mouth.

His feet were now resting right in front of the entrance of his house. However, instead of entering, the man was instead busy cursing himself. Aiman blames the longing that is now tempestuous in his heart and mind.

Fatimah's face always interferes with her concentration when teaching, especially when in the teacher's room. The bead was as if without being told was always on the wife's work desk until Mr. Usman –Teacher BTQ– was constantly teased.

Now, after reaching home, Aiman was just like a dazed person who went back and forth handsome to enter his house. The hand was already holding the door handle, but it suddenly came down again and the incident had already taken place a few minutes ago.

"Bi, what are you doing, anyway?"

"Astaghfirullah hal adzim, ma'am. Why don't you love pennies, or horn pitchers, cakes. This dateng-dateng even play pat. Shocked to know, Mom."

Aiman rubbed his front shirt quickly. The arrival of Siti who was carrying a bucket from her side of the house made the man surprised instead of playing.

Siti rotated both her eyes. "Whoa. Some of you try even rich crazy people standing in front of people's houses without doing anything. If you want to go in, yes, go in. Usually also nyelonong bae," chatted at length times the width of the height to his son.

"Oh, don't you ever get confused again, Dad?" tanya Siti continued to her head.

Aiman smiled awkwardly when his mother found out about the anxiety that was being felt by the child. "Why do you know, anyway?"

Siti patted her chest covered in the krinkle suit proudly. "Siti's grandmother, you know," she replied smilingly.

Aiman rotated both of his eyes lazy. "Yes-yes, it's up to Grandma Siti. Then faith goes in first. Assalamualaikum," he said, then kissed the back of his mother's hand.

"Getishalight."

Siti giggled amusedly to see her child who was like falling in love. Di knew, if this Fatimah would quickly create a void that had long plagued Aiman's life would definitely be filled quickly. Not because they want to get rid of Aisha's position in their lives, but want to give a better life.

"I'm sure, you must have been the same clepek-klepek in fatimah, right?" ask Siti before Aiman goes far away leaving her.

Aiman himself was silent at the door. The question made his heart wonder. Did he really fall in love with Fatimah? Or is it just a feeling of pity?

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