Wife For Faith

Chapter 42

"May you please step back a little, Mas!"

"Wouldn't. I'm still a gini kayak."

Allah Akbar. Actually what kind of demon did my husband get into, anyway? I swear, I do not understand the change in mood he who was briefly good, friendly, continued to be cheered on me. Oh, Oh, Oh God. Please let me understand this self!

Fatimah smiled stiffly as her husband was still acting spoiled towards her. It has been more than 4 hours Aiman always follows every activity carried out by the wife. Not careless, but tired of Eneng's heart, Bang.

"Pig." This time Fatimah began to whine until unknowingly the sound released sounded so creepy to the woman herself.

Is that really my voice? Oh, my gosh. I hope Mas Iman is not so good! Hope is only spoken in the heart. I dare not say it directly.

"Yes, Ummaya," Aiman replied with a smile so wide. The man was still at home spoiled to the wife, even more drowning his face into the niche of the woman's neck.

The man's hands didn't even let their hands slip. With a chin placed over the woman's shoulder. The man was so free as to sniff his wife's smooth white neck several times, or kiss Fatimah's delicate cheeks.

"I want to go to the toilet, Abi. Can I go?" The woman's face was already clear, she did not dare to look back. Because it is clearly predictable, if later it will be like what happened next, if Fatimah insists on turning her head.

Oh, just thinking about it makes my heart feel like a marathon. Hey, quiet! Don't embarrass me! the shock in the heart when the diaphragm in the body like it was about to come out of place.

"Yes, yuk! Here, let Abi take you!" The man so lightly said he wanted to take his wife to the toilet. He forgot, if this Fatimah is still adapting to the changes in behavior and nature of Aiman Baha Baseer.

"Pig!" The woman subconsciously raised her tone. But in an instant, he regretted. "Sorry, Bi. It was a mistake," he continued with regret.

Aiman himself was giggling. His hand quickly pulled the face of the woman in front of him who was looking down guiltily. He lifted the chin until now their faces were facing each other.

"Don't apologize for things that shouldn't be forgiven" he said with a big smile, tracing the wife's delicate face with his index finger.

The gaze that a few days ago looks reluctant to look at the face of the wife, now back full of admiration. Aiman even called his mother to invite Hassan to go to the former mother-in-law's house so that he could have time alone with Fatimah.

Siti obviously knew that was only Aiman's reason for being alone with the daughter-in-law. However, he did not mind doing so, as long as he quickly got the good news from the newlyweds.

"So, can I go to the toilet?" ask Fatimah again. His gaze so implied hope and supplication.

Aiman rubbed the top of his wife's head. The mane of the wife is so soft that it makes the man's hand not tired of playing it. "Alright," he said, "but, don't be long!" continue with spoiled.

"Gosh, Abi. I, right, went to the toilet to pee, not to fight." The lips were pursed funny when she saw her husband who was quite lebay.

"Don't go then! Let me just be the per–"

The man also grinned when he saw the face of the wife who was getting bored with his words. His hands were raised, while raising his index and middle fingers simultaneously. "Peace up!"

Fatimah then smiled sweetly. She didn't know that her husband was so funny when he was scared. The woman also rubbed Aiman's firm jaw, curling her lips. "Handestine, Abi. Then, umma go to the toilet, yeah. Bentar doang, really," he persuaded.

Aiman nodded obediently, like a cat left by an employer going to the office, or hangout with a friend. The man smiled alone on the bed waiting for the wife, while thinking about her behavior so spoiled to the wife today.

"I'm sorry, Ice. I hope you understand me. I cannot be selfish thinking about my own heart. Because there are two people who are already so comfortable with the existence of Fatimah here, including me," he said sad when looking at the ceiling of the room as if up there was the figure of the late Aisyah.

He lay on the bed, waiting for his wife to go to the toilet. Aiman has decided to live in the present, not to be entangled in the past. However, the love for Aisha will always be in her heart. Always was.

It's just that this time Aiman wanted to give an opportunity for Fatimah to enter into his life. The woman has the right to be happy and the man does not want to be one of the causes of misery from the wife.

"Want to eat? Let me get it." Fatimah who had just finished her affairs immediately asked the husband. The woman's limbs were left to walk closer towards the bed where the man had already smiled sweetly welcoming her.

"Come here! I'm not satisfied to hold you, Ummaya" Aiman pinta, patting the empty bed to his left.

She happily approached her husband. He sat on the edge of the bed. However, there were no three seconds Aiman's head was already placed on Fatimah's thigh without permission.

"Smoke!" The man whined, pulling his wife's hand over his head, rubbing it gently.

That afternoon, Fatimah was really made dizzy of spoiled and sweet behavior. Her fingers are now gently rubbing her husband's short hair over his legs. Smile never fell from the lips when hearing every strand of sweet words, and contains a lot of sugar that makes the woman's cheeks red.

The twilight that was currently decorating the afternoon sky, has now changed with the moon. The bright light of the middle moon peeked timidly from the window of the room belonging to a married couple who were mingling love in bed. Star-studded night witnesses, how the man's cradle is able to melt the heart of the woman below.

The half-day time Aiman asked to be with Fatimah, was actually reciprocated by Siti for one full day. Hassan that night had permission to stay with his two grandmothers at the mother's house of the late Aisyah. Freeing the newlyweds to go through a long night without any distractions coming.

"Ummaya," called Aiman who had now enveloped their innocent bodies from the cold wind.

"Yes, Abi" replied Fatimah, while hiding her shy face in the chest of the husband's field.

This was the third night of activity after they got married and it always made Fatimah unaccustomed. There will always be a time when she is tossed so high on the strands of sweet words uttered by her husband that sometimes she forgets where they stand. The real world is full of surprises.

"Help me!"

The woman looked up to be able to see the face of the husband who had already looked at her first. "What help, Abi?" tanyanya's confused.

"Help me to love you!"