Wife For Faith

Chapter 41

Weekend days are usually filled with play, walking, or furthest to the complex park by the Aiman family. But today is very different. In the kitchen that is usually only touched by Siti, Aiman, and the latest Fatimah– as a new resident, now the little–Hassan also come down to the workplace of a housewife.

"Umma, is the water really this way?" asked Hassan who was pouring one of the ingredients that will be used as a dough diluent.

Fatimah who was printing another doughnut in the container, then turned to the child. "That's enough, son. That's it!" prevent the mother when she sees her child intending to scoop water into the basin again.

Unlike the head of the family, Aiman who is on a teaching holiday chooses to spend time reading books in the library. He did create a special room to store textbooks, dictionaries, and many others in there. The man needs space to learn.

For 3 days Aiman ignored Fatimah. Actually open ignore, but avoid. For some reason, he always saw the shadow of the deceased wife who was sad when he accidentally looked at his new wife.

All wrong and also worried about what Aiman felt.

On the one hand, he felt guilty. However, on the other hand, he also felt sorry for Fatimah's gloomy face every time he was ignored. Therefore, as much as possible Aiman reduced the intensity of togetherness with his new wife.

A long gust of breath just came out from the man's mouth. Aiman almost made a mistake this morning. When the man woke up from sleep, unknowingly both his hands had hugged Fatimah's body tightly in the arms.

“Crazy. Why also this body is willing to do things that clearly should not be done,” he whispered that morning.

He then attempted to pull his hand which used to be the wife's head pillow carefully. Aiman did not want the woman to misunderstand, let alone their relationship was very awkward these days. Therefore, Aiman tried to avoid.

Grateful Fatimah did not wake up and still sleep soundly in bed. His mouth heaved a sigh of relief when he could get away from the woman. He felt the figure of his wife is quite dangerous because he who is not aware alone can embrace the body, let alone conscious.

Just imagine himself overwhelmed.

“Yes, I should stay away from him!” The decision was taken unilaterally by Aiman. Maybe he thinks it was the right decision. However, he had forgotten how the woman suddenly felt shunned without clarity by him.

Like now. Aiman deliberately did not go out of the library and chose to spend time with his books. He chose to find busy by reading books and some novels. However, the two beads were shocked when they found a story about where a husband who silenced his wife, then ended in divorce.

His hands clenched tightly. His body trembled as the story he read actually made something in his heart pinch. Bad thoughts immediately enveloped.

“This is not what I want. This is not what I want either. I kept it quiet just because I felt guilty to Aisyah. I don't hate it either, I just want to keep the heart.” The lips stirred in fear as the shadow of Fatimah was about to leave her house.

His hand immediately closed the book quickly. The book titled “After You Go” was quite capable of knocking down the high walls built by Aiman these few days. Shaking the worried heart. Tearing up all the turmoil that is in the mind.

Aiman bit his fingernails in fear. The two manics moved restlessly staring there and there. He saw clearly how his grandmother and son were already so comfortable with the existence of Fatimah in their lives.

So, if until the woman leaves, it is the same as forcibly seizing the happiness of two people who have been the source of his life and if that happens? Can he live a life without guilt?

Because it was Aiman who had encouraged Fatimah to leave their lives. The man then panicked. His body instantly stood up from sitting down, then quickly walked towards the exit.

Aiman soon traces where the whereabouts of his wife and child. When the door opened, he found none of them. However, when the confusion struck, his ears actually heard clearly the chatter of two people who were being sought behind.

Kitchen. Aiman could clearly tell where the sound was coming from. With a quick step, even impressed in a hurry he turned his body towards the cooking room and sure enough, Fatimah and Hassan were chatting with each other.

“Eh.” The two pupils of Fatimah's eyes instantly enlarged as she felt one's hands tightly coiled around her stomach. However, that expression instantly softened upon realizing, if that person was her own husband.

“Abi hungry?” fatimah asked with a sincere smile. Honestly, her heart was not fine after her husband hugged her.

“Why, anyway, umma hugs? Umma it's cooking the same Mas Asa. So, don't bother us!”

Hassan who saw his father had disrupted his me time with his mother continued to sulk immediately. The lips pouted, then both hands folded in front of the chest with eyes pinched to the father.

Both of Aiman's eyelids opened, and his chin was placed on the wife's shoulder. He deliberately did not let go of the embrace and instead secured his position. All the turmoil that had been felt, immediately disappeared after being near Fatimah.

“Loh, umma this, right, his wife abi. So, may, dong, if abi spoiled with his own wife,” said Aiman did not want to lose, while shaking his body and the body of the spoiled wife.

Fatimah herself could only stand clumsy, not knowing what to do, or what to do. Her husband is quite confusing. The behavior also often changes to make the woman have to prepare a patient stock, if the husband's mood changes again.

“Isn't that so, Umma?” asked Aiman who suddenly kissed his wife's cheek.

Fatimah smiled stiffly in the arms of her husband. His heart almost jumped out of the nest, as the lips suddenly peeked at his cheek. Oh, at least please give me a signal, or cue if you want to do a skinship, O Husband! his screams in the heart.

“Umma, tell the spoiled umma husband,” call Hassan, while pulling his long negligee pulled by the cute–Hassan. “Do not like pretentious acknowledging the property of others!” he continued with full of scorn.

“Oh. What's up, honey?” fatimah asked puzzledly, then she intended to crouch down, but the movement was not done because there was a tightly coiled burly hand, unwilling to let go of her body.

God, what's the matter, anyway? The feeling yesterday he was a duck with me. The turn is now cake, the world's youngest person. Hadeuh, have a husband, gini very, well.

“Abi! Don't hold on umma! Mas Asa was not finished learning to make donuts.” The little one seemed to have grown bored to file a protest to ask the father to release his arms in the body of the dear mother.

“No-no-no. Umma it belongs to Abi. Point!” he said it was full of emphasis.

Do not forget also the grin of Aiman who does not want to yield to his bachelor son.

“Abi, Mas Asa,” call Fatimah who seems to be confused to see the commotion that two different men of that generation are.

“Iya, Ummaya,” replied the two men were compact. However, they stared at each other intently, then threw away each other's faces.

Fatimah who saw that could only pat her eel. God, I feel like I have two kids at once. No one wants to give up. 

O God, give your servant patience in the face of these two new men. And please teach my husband, if I also need a supply of oxygen so I can breathe! her ringis in heart as she felt her husband's embrace so strongly.

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