Wife For Faith

Chapter 40

Loving is not something that makes a person blind to everything. Love also needs to use the brain, as well as the intellect to be able to distinguish what is necessary and what is not, rather than being toxic to couples.

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"Umma, Ummah. Has Abi come home yet?" Hassan asked so enthusiastically as his ears heard his father's voice from outside. The eyes seemed to sparkle until he unconsciously his feet had come down from the sofa. He wanted to ascertain whether it was true, if his guess was correct or not.

Fatimah shakes her head, and tries to listen carefully, in addition to the television that is showing a child's adventure show along with her friends. A smile immediately broadened when he could hear the same thing, like Hassan.

"Ehm. Yuk, we welcome Abi in front!" invite Fatimah no less enthusiastic. However, due to being too hasty, he actually nudged the end of the table.

Damn again, the one hit was the soles of his feet. Not healed the wound, now back stumbled on the table. Fatimah cried, but could only be held back.

"Mom!" Hassan, who saw his mother in pain, abandoned his intention to leave immediately. "Is umma okay?"

Fatimah tried to smile even though it was difficult. "Good, Honey. I'm sorry, umma was just kidding, really. This wound has also healed. So, Mas Asa need not worry. Yuk, ahead!"

"Umma really is okay?" hassan didn't believe it.

Obviously the two small beads saw for themselves, even clearly visible in the memory of the mother's leg hit the table. However, after seeing the soothing smile of the father's wife. Hassan could do nothing but give up.

"Udah, yuk! Abi must have waited a long time in front. Let's go!" Fatimah with a slight forced smile, tried to grab her son's hand.

Hassan stretched out his palm to reach into the grasp of the mother. The boy sometimes sees his mother's face. He could clearly see the pain-bearing look on the beautiful face of the woman beside him.

Tried, Fatimah tried to put on a normal expression even though it was still difficult. The pulsation of pain in the soles of the feet is quite difficult to ignore so that all it does is a small smile when the child turns to him.

Arriving in the living room, they could clearly see the head of the family was standing there. However, Fatimah could hear clearly the voice of her mother-in-law talking to Aiman. However, the focus is precisely on the question from Siti.

The red hue is now coloring the cheeks of Fatimah. He was quite embarrassed, but also curious about the answer from Aiman. Their marriage relationship is still in a matter of days, so a few women do not expect much.

The lips that had been reviewing the excited smile, had now disappeared. The man feels slapped by reality, if this feeling does not exist. A sense of love and unfortunately only specifically given to Aisyah, not other women.

“I just can't wait to meet with Mas Asa, Mom,” reply after thinking long enough. Yeah, I can't have more feelings for him. Only the name Aisha will always be in my heart.

That answer, enough to make Fatimah's smile disappear. Replaced with a bitter smile, if the husband does not respond at all to the temptations of his mother-in-law. So, what has been said by Mas Iman? Is that just a sense of responsibility? But why am I disappointed?

The woman held onto her front shirt, smiling bitterly. Ah, it turns out like this it feels disappointed. Fatimah snorted, then turned her face the other way as the tightness in the chest burst out to make her eyes dewy.

Huft. The woman's heavy breaths spewed out of her mouth.

“Abi!” shouted Hassan.

Fatimah rubbed her face so that no one would notice, if she had just cried. Her lips curled upwards as her gaze met the glare of the husband's eyes. He stood awkwardly when he saw Aiman's gaze slightly changed when he looked at her.

Hey, you don't have to be sad like that, Fa. Isn't this still early? So, believe! If someday he'll look at you with a loving look. Rest assured! 

Although the lips can smile, but people will not know, if there is a wound that is being hidden.

Aiman walked straight towards Fatimah standing together with Hassan. The bead was still staring flat, not even the slightest smile was reviewed for the figure of the wife who was singing a wide smile to welcome her.

Fatimah slipped as her hand was ignored by Aiman. The man prefers to lift Hassan's body into a sling. Wasting the palm that had been floating in the empty air. However, the smile remains widest, even though the heart feels pinch.

Aiman without a word, or just mince words asking the news of Fatimah, He just looked down politely, then went to the room without intending to invite the wife.

Fatimah actually felt, if Aiman was keeping his distance, making a high wall so that he could not pass. Miris. When the seeds of love begin to grow in the heart of the wife of the man just back to lock the door of his heart.

“Actually we are why, Mas?” asked Fatimah who was now unable to hold back the tears that began to break out of her two eyelids.