Wife For Faith

Chapter 43

Two months had passed by Fatimah to be the wife of an Aiman Baha Baseer. However, the signs of pregnancy are not yet visible. There is fear in the woman, but it is only harbored alone.

Aiman himself is not a prosecution man who wants his wife to get pregnant quickly. He never even touched on that. For him, being able to gather together was already far more than enough.

Like today, they have a small family holding a holiday event together on a playground that also has a swimming pool. Hassan had been so enthusiastic to swim that the buoy never escaped his hand, even though swimming was the final destination. However, this is not a problem for the child.

"Grandma why don't you come, Bi? It's exciting, you know." The little one seemed to sulk because Granny Siti did not come along.

"Grandma's got business, Mas Asa. So, Mas Asa vacation this time is the same Umma and Abi. It's okay, huh, honey?" Fatimah poked the tiny nose of the child. Honestly, there was something in his heart that was not calm. Feelings that have not been felt for a long time, come back, but he tried to ignore.

Hassan looked at Fatimah who was looking at him with a small smile. A bad feeling suddenly burst into the little guy's heart. He felt guilty as if he did not feel happiness going along with his new mother.

The little one immediately hugged the neck of Fatimah who was crouching in front of him. His head shook with a guilty expression. "Sorry, Ummaya. Mas Asa had no such intention. Mas Asa is happy, really, can go with you guys. Um don't be mad, will you?"

Aiman rubbed his son's hair with affection. He also threw a sweet smile for his wife and was reciprocated no less sweet by Fatimah.

"Where may umma be angry with this adorable child. That's a big loss, dong. Well, du-du-du-du, his beloved umma and abi are the most able to make us speechless. Here, let's just kiss!" Fatimah immediately gave a few kisses on the child's face so that made wide laughter Hassan filled their time.

"Umma cheated." Suddenly Aiman drew the attention of Fatimah and Hassan with spoiled slurs. The face of the man with one child looks sulky. Luckily they are now in a quiet location for visitors, only a few people pass by. Otherwise, they would definitely have thought that the woman was carrying two big babies.

Fatimah looked at the husband.

Fatimah slapped her husband's shoulder. "Gosh, Abi. Shameful atuh, Bi," he said, looking back and forth. Afraid that someone will listen. "We're no longer home, Bi. So, no macems, deh!" continues whispering.

The woman did not want others to hear, especially the little one who is now shaking his head to see the behavior of the father who does not want to lose to his son. "Is-ish-ish. Abi this is, yes, really .. embarrassing!"

Aiman stared at the competition with the child. Gosh, this one father's behavior does not seem to want to lose to his son.

Fatimah took a long breath. She felt like she was stirring two big babies. Not to mention, the two of them were unwilling to let his hands of the idle stuff for a moment.

"Can't you let go of umma's hand? I also want to wipe my sweat," Fatimah said with a clear face.

However, instead of listening, the two of them blamed each other, telling each other without anyone willing to budge.

Fatimah's lips instantly frowned. In his heart was now screaming because the two men of different generations did not want to let go, just for a second. Maybe they are too purified to not want to be far from the figure of his bidadirah.

"When to swim!" exclaims Hassan who is impatient to enter into a large pool filled with many humans from various tribes. "Umma, come on, sneak! Mas Asa does not want to miss the wave pool and also the bus pool. Let's go!"

Fatimah who heard the word swimming spoken by Hassan's lips, immediately gulped nervously. His face turned pale and his hands suddenly produced excessive sweating.

Aiman who is aware, if there is something to the wife immediately pulls Fatimah's chin. "Are you okay, honey? Why is your face so pale?"