Wife For Faith

Chapter 45

“Come, Umma! Why, even get them there? Temenin Mas Asa to swim in that pool!”

Manik who had just stared blankly at the crowd, as well as the wet ceramic floor, suddenly realized when he heard the call from the child.

"Come, come there, Umma!"

Again, Hassan asked for his intensity to be recognized by women who had looked unfocused. Fatimah even ignored the child and became like a statue, showing no signs of happiness.

Fear, it was precisely that feeling that Hassan found from the eyes of his mother. "Umma why?"

Fatimah's breath suddenly hunted, her lips trembled, the puddle of water had also soaked both of her net which seemed to be spilling at any time.

“Um-mma, in si-ni sa-ja, yes, Sa-yang,” said the woman tried hard to make her voice sound fine.

However, Fatimah was also unsure as her listener's senses clearly heard her tone vibrate.

His forehead frowned confused when he saw something was wrong from his mother. He then clasped Fatimah's palm and the two eyeballs immediately faded when he found a pale face in front of him.

“Umma this is why, anyway? Why umma's face is so pale?” ask Hassan worriedly.

"Umma, ba-ik," she replied nervously.

The shadow of the incident at that time, suddenly burst into memory so as to make the woman lowered her head. Dare not look at the child's face. A tear that had been held back had melted down his face.

“Mas Asa.” The head suddenly looked up with its wet face. “Please call abi! Umma wants to get out first. Umma needs free space to calm down!”

The eye clearly implies a very plea to the child, asking very strongly. Fatimah had really not been able to hold the dam that had been urged to explode.

"Mom!" Hassan tried to hold his mother's body away. However, the handle was released when he saw the frightened face. Hands fell on the sides of his tiny body without sincerity.

Those eyes stared at Fatimah's hasty back wryly. Hassan's lips grimaced at the sight of his mother's body several times colliding with other visitors. "Umma why?" ask her sadly.

Leaving Hassan in the crowd was not the desire of Fatimah. However, the trauma made him have to stay away from the pool immediately. Otherwise, he would definitely scare Hassan with his behavior that might look strange.

"Hold, Fatimah! Not in here! You must be strong, you cannot fall here!" he murmured with trembling lips. His footsteps also look rushed and look rushed so several times hit other visitors.

Hassan himself did not want to move a single inch from where he stood. He still hoped, if what he saw was not a serious thing, let alone real. However, when a large hand slapped his shoulder, the small face found Aiman standing upright in front of him.

“What is Mas Asa doing here? Continue, umma to where?” asked Aiman, while his net was searching for his wife's whereabouts. He even only briefly went to the dressing room, but the woman had already disappeared from sight.

“Umma said, umma needs empty space to breathe,” he said honestly, then the head looked up at the plain father who was staring back at him. “But, Mas Asa doesn't know what it means, Bi.”

"What?" Aiman tried to think of the meaning of Fatimah's message. After a few seconds of thought, both of his pupils instantly widened. "Fatimah" he murmured in fear.

"So, we're going now!" Without explaining, his hands immediately scooped up Hassan's body in a sling, then ran towards the child's direction as he explained where Fatimah was going.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" aiman asked, imagining his wife's face.

Aiman who was so panicked was not aware, if he was now only wearing knee-length color pants, and a blue plain t-shirt attached to his body. The man even had to apologize many times when his shoulder accidentally hit another visitor.

“Umma why, Abi?” asked Hassan when he saw the anxiety in Aiman's face. “Umma is fine, right?”

“Abi don't know either, honey. We better find umma first, only after that we get the answer.” Aiman tried to calm down, even though in the heart was now in the fog looking for his beloved wife.

Now, after he got outside, his head automatically turned to the right and left to look for the whereabouts of the wife, while still holding Hassan's body.

"Mas Asa" called Aiman to his son.

"Yes, Abi. What was? Have you met umma?" ask the child enthusiastically.

The man shook his head. “Not yet, Darling. But, did umma tell you anything else too?” tanyanya full of search.

Hassan nodded. "Sir, Bi. Ummma just said that." The face was back moody, even now it was back in tears.

"Umma! Umma where is it? Don't stay in Mas Asa! Mas asa promise will not trouble umma anymore." Hassan's crying made Aiman's feelings and thoughts grow increasingly violent. When they have to have fun, but there are things that delay happiness.

"Honey. Umma won't leave us. Maybe I just wanted to buy something. So, Mas Asa doesn't have to cry anymore!"

"Sir, Bi. Mas Asa clearly saw umma like the frightened man earlier. Umma also could not have left Mas Asa alone, if there was nothing," Hassan argued as his father tried to lie to him.

“Umma! Umma where?” The child shouted again among the crowded visitors who will enter the pool. He didn't care, if now they became a spectacle for others. Because the most important thing now is to find the mother.

"Well let's find umma again, yeah. May umma not be long gone!" Aiman tried to think positively for Hassan to follow him.

They set foot to find Fatimah. The two men, even trying to find up to the counter, kept places that other visitors might be interested in, as well as toilets. However, during the search, neither found the beautiful figure of the mother.

“Fatimah, where are you, honey? I'm really worried about you,” muttered Aiman sadly. It had been almost half an hour they searched, but the whereabouts of his wife had not yet been found.

Aiman has also contacted the office where the playground they are on to ask them to announce the news of the loss.

Yes, let's just say they are more, but people who are not in this position, certainly can only sneer without being able to think about, how the heart throats, the fibers of their minds.

“Abi, Mass Asa tired.” Hassan looked tired, he who had asked to walk alone now whine asking to be carried. So, inevitably Aiman also obeyed the wishes of the child.

Honestly, Aiman was also tired, but the shadow of the face of a wife who might be alone was always a lash to immediately find her woman. The man wondered what had caused Fatimah to leave them. However, I found no answer.

"O Allah, please meet us! Don't let us lose each other. Servants really still need Fatimah. So, please ... don't separate us!"

As they sat down, Aiman's eyes never stopped looking for his wife. However, the eyes immediately narrowed when feeling familiar with people who were crouching behind the wall that separates the swimming pool building with the bomb car vehicle.

"What is Fatimah?" tanyanya doubt. "But …."

Aiman was more convinced, if the person who was closing his eyes was his wife. From clothes, veils, to pants that are worn exactly the same. Quickly, the man then carried Hassan's body in a sling to approach the man.

“Umma,” call Aiman softly when his feet are standing right in front of the woman who is sitting still, while leaning against the wall. "What are you doing here?" ask her again with trembling lips.

The two eyes of the woman were immediately opened, revealing the woman's pupils that widened when she found the face full of sweat of the husband, while the face covered in tears belonging to the child was looking at her full of relief.

“Loh, how come you guys can be here? Have you guys finished swimming?” ask plain Fatimah.

The fear that had shaken his body, now began to disappear little by little and it was thanks to the chanting of the holy verse of the Quran that was being heard from his cellphone. The hand also released the headset that had clumped his earlobes earlier, then wanted to stand up, but was prevented by Aiman's close embrace.

“A-abi why?” ask Fatimah confused.