Wife For Faith

Chapter 4 Good

The figure of a girl in a gray white uniform was now running around in the hallway of 3rd grade. She is an 18-year-old Khumaira of 3b grade majoring in IPA. His breathing is seen hunting because it is chasing someone who is carrying a small child in his arms.

"Wait, Sir! Mr. Faith I have something to ask!" khumaira shouted as the man being chased almost drove off in his car.

Aiman who was intending to open the car door immediately turned his head towards a disciple. "What's up, Mau?" ask the man gently.

"Who, Ma?" Hassan asked his father.

Aiman smiled, then rubbed his son's hair lovingly. "Murid abi, son."

Hassan nodded, then again drowned his face into the niche of Aiman's neck. He was actually sleepy, so it was not fussy when the father invited him home.

"Pak Faith …."

"Slow down! Don't be too hasty" the teacher asked his student.

The white-hooded girl quickly complied with the teacher's will. There was a speck of sweat drenching the forehead of the oriental-faced girl.

"I want to ask about his Fiqhnya duty, sir," he replied after being able to master himself.

"What do you want to ask?"

"So, gini, sir," he continued by explaining anything that still confused him to Aiman.

The task that must be collected next Sunday is indeed quite difficult to make the exemplary student does not want to just sit on his hands in class, while he needs this reference.

Aiman also explains what to look for and where they got the book. He is happy if there is a critical student like Khumaira. That means they really need knowledge, not just go to school, then go home again without any knowledge.

"Then thank you, sir. And sorry for making you and your son wait so long!" Khumaira persuaded politely when she realized that she had asked for a lot of her time.

"It's okay, Mai. Then excuse me. Assalamualaikum!"

"Waalaikumsalam, sir. Be careful on the road."

After that, Aiman gas headed for the school gate. However, when at the turn he saw the figure of Fatima who was standing at the stop. The man remembered the help of his wife's friend yesterday. He also has not been able to thank me.

Fatima herself was reading a book in her hand, as if indifferent to the noise of other students who were chatting on her right and left. Until when one of the female students poke it, then the white hooded woman looked up.

"Yes, what's up, Nun?" ask that student.

"From Mr. Faith, Ma'am," he replied, then pointed to the man standing beside his own minibus.

Fatima smiled, then walked away from the bench that had been used for her to rest. Ignoring the whistles of the disciples who saw a widower and a single woman meeting each other.

After giving wrong to Aiman. Fatima asked the purpose and purpose of the man to meet her.

"I'd like to thank you, Madam Fatima."

"For what, sir?" tanyanya's confused.

"Because yesterday helped me, ma'am," replied Aiman formally.

"Ah, that problem." Fatima also understood. "Are we not good people of God to help each other, sir? So, let's just say that time God was assigning me at the right time."

The answer from Fatima was able to make Aiman smile a little. They know, but they are not close. All this time they never engaged in extended chat and only say hello only. There was also Aisha.

Therefore, Aiman felt awkward. Unlike the Fatima that looks ordinary. Confused about what to look for, the man finally scratched the back of his head.

"As my thanks to you. Can I take you home? But, sorry before. It's not meant to be a no-no, it's just that I don't want any debt between us." Aiman immediately explained the purpose of his words so as not to arise slander.

Fatima smiled again. A smile that never gets tired is revealed to anyone. "Before I thank you for the good intentions of Mr. Faith. But, I also do not consider the help as a debt Budi. Let God do the revenge, sir. And sorry, but I used to ride public transport. So, once again forgive me!"

"Well, if it's like that. Then I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum!"

"Waalaikumsalam, sir."

Fatima looked at Aiman's back silently. There is no intention to call, or withdraw his words because according to him, it is true. "Your husband is good, Ma'am."