Wife For Faith

Chapter 46

Aiman and Fatimah were in the room. They both sit on a long sofa that is provided for relaxing, or other purposes. The man was still silent after returning from his playing tour today.

Fatimah herself was peeling pears for her husband. He knew from earlier that Aiman's eyes were fixed on him, but was considered relaxed. The woman suspected the man had silenced her because of a problem in the pool.

“This, Bi. Want me a bribe, or eat by myself?” Fatimah thrust one piece of pear in front of her husband. He seemed to be thickening his face as if that piercing look had not made him open his mouth at all.

Fatimah just wasn't ready, if she had to explain her trauma right now. Later, when the feeling could already be shared, he would definitely tell it.

Aiman let out a heavy breath. He had already tried for a few minutes to intimidate the woman in front of him, but nil. The wife just silent, silenced a thousand languages without any intention to tell a story, but he deliberately gave space to tell a story. But, it didn't work.

“Sapin!” answer, then open your mouth. Those eyes were still fixed on the beautiful woman in front of him. Truly, Aiman's heart wanted to shout and ask what happened to his wife, but it could only be in wishful thinking.

The woman smiled, then put a piece of pear into her husband's mouth. “What's good?” tanyanya enthusiastic.

Aiman tried to smile, while still chewing the pear. After the fruit had been swallowed, he spoke up. “Enak, Darling. Anything that comes from your hand will always be delicious and delicious,” compliments, but just make a red hue on the cheek of the wife poking out.

Anxious. The man without waiting for long instantly kissed his wife's white cheek.

“Abi,” whining Fatimah, then looked down embarrassed to hide that red hue from her husband's sight.

The man's hands did not let his wife's pretty face down. The chin of Fatimah. Now, his eyes could clearly see the figure of the woman who had made him strident, afraid of losing. Who else, if not Fatimah Azzahra.

“Ummaya.”

“Iya, Abi.”

“Ya Ummaya.”

“Iya, Yes Abi.”

“Ana uhibopen Fillah.”

The two lashes blinked when they heard the confession of love from the man he had married two months ago. All this time, Aiman just said I love you, but now .. can Fatimah shout in joy?

The woman simply did not want to hope too soon for love to arise in Aiman's heart. Simply, in each of his prostrations he asked God to cultivate sincere love from the couple. However, if it is so soon granted, of course gratitude is offered to Him.

The man brought his face closer, then kissed the wife's forehead soft and old. Channel the feeling that has now grown like soil that is fertilized every day by humans. However, in the sense of the man himself is the attention, affection, and sincere love of Fatimah.

Fatimah was not a gentle woman like Aisha. However, it was his genuine love for Hassan, as well as his patience, and Fatimah's patience that made him realize that his wife deserved his love.

“Do I lie?” ask Aiman back.

The pira seemed to give no gap for the woman to hesitate. Staring at the jet bead was full of love and love, not mere lust. His index finger again traced the face of the wife who had made him opiate. A day does not see it, like a year.

Fatimah herself smiled happily. She opened her eyes, finding her reflection behind the manic that belonged to her husband. The woman tried to find lies there, but nil. “Did Abi really love me?” ask again.

Cup

The kiss landed again, but this time it was the lips. The chewy thing that has also made Aiman distraught, if a day does not land a kiss there. God, why did I become such a pervert? 

“To what Abi proved it?”

The woman immediately hid her face in the chest of the field of the husband. This man is indeed dangerous for the health of his heart and heart. Which woman does not fall in love with Aiman every day? None, including Fatimah Azzahra.

“What to do with braving you every day? Or, ...”

“Jeez, Abi! Not even that time.” The cheeks had met red, especially when he saw a crisp laugh coming out of the figure of her husband. Laughter can always make you fall in love again and again.

“What to, dong, Ummaya?” asked Aiman, then because he could not wait for his wife's face to be attacked with a kiss.

That of course makes the afternoon that was a little gray turned into a beautiful twilight viewed by the eye. Happiness does not have to be a treasure, attention and understanding of the couple alone is more than enough.

Thank you, Abi. Because you didn't urge me to tell a story. 

Fatimah, you will never force you to tell a story now. But, I hope someday you will open your own mouth and tell me!