Wife For Faith

Chapter 49

"Fati's not home yet, Mom?"

"Yet. Wh why? Did you miss him? Ckckck, just been left for a while, it's been a mess of you!"

Siti sneered at the behavior of her son who had begun to wash to the daughter-in-law. Fatimah had only been gone for an hour, but Aiman had already looked like a worm doused with salt water.

Aiman scratched the back of his head. "What mom, anyway? Faith just asks, "he looks.

"You nanya? You're wondering?"

Aiman glared in shock as her mother sneered at the jargon of one of the famous artists on social media. "Mother, what, anyway? He also said it was rich. I don't think there's any other language, huh!" scold the child a little less like it.

Siti simply rotated her two lazy eyeballs. The middle-aged woman knew that her son was now misbehaving so he chose to shrug his shoulders. He then continued to make his grandson's favorite pudding.

Ignoring the languishing lanang children only left briefly by Fatimah. Hassan himself was in the bedroom, sleeping. Maybe tired after a day playing with my mom.

"If you miss, just call!" proposed Siti, all the while ago.

Aiman who heard it turned towards the mother, but the man only let out a heavy sigh. He was afraid that Fatimah would be disturbed by the call from him. However, his hands were already itching to hug his beloved wife after a busy day with work.

"Mom, how many months have I been married to Fatimah?"

Siti cringing wonder. "Well, you got married, same time mom. Yes, you count sono yourself!"

Aiman let out a tired sigh as he felt his mother's answer was of no help at all.

"Why in the first place, anyway? Tumben your question is very random," he added after finishing pouring all the pudding into the mold.

Temporarily placed on the dining table to cool. After that, a new pudding is placed in the refrigerator.

"Kok, random, anyway, ma'am? Kan, it is only natural that I ask that," replied Aiman trying to be patient.

"Are you looking forward to cuddling another child?"

Aiman looked surprised when suddenly his mother was close to him. "When did you come here? That feeling is still in the kitchen?"

Siti flicked her hand. "Mom asked again. Can't you wait to have another child?"

The hand that was holding the phone instantly froze. During this time, he had never thought about the problem of children, nor discussed it together with Fatimah. So, when his mother touched on the baby problem, then he had to answer what.

The shadow of Hassan's childbirth that claimed Aisyah's life scared her of losing a loved one. Therefore, in his mind, and heart just does not want offspring anymore. He lost it once, not a second time.

Realizing the fear that was sweeping his son. Siti immediately pulled Aiman's hand, then held it gently. "Are you still traumatized, son?"

"Huh, what, Mom?"

Siti smiled miris. He could clearly see the emptiness that was behind Aiman's gaze. The trauma of losing a loved one is sometimes quite difficult to remove. Just like the man in front of him, his own son.

The man who looked tough and cold had been so neatly wrapped around the trauma that it was not sniffed by others. However, she was a mother, a woman who had been pregnant for nine months, and gave birth to her. So, whatever Aiman was feeling, he would know.

"Man, sustenance, soul mate, and age that no one knows. All of this is by God's permission. We were created by God's permission, not our will, let alone our neighbors. So, never blame yourself for Aisha's passing. It's all the way. All mankind also has time to live and die."

"So, if Ayesha's death made her afraid to have another child that's not true. Ok, if you are afraid. But, if God wills, never regret it, let alone avoid it!" Advice to her son.

Aiman himself pondered. He was sitting on the couch after hearing the advice of his mother. It is true that all this is God's destiny. However, humans also have feelings that may be difficult to accept all these events.

"But, I'm still scared, Mom," he said honestly.

"If you keep like that, there you will only hurt someone's heart! Especially Fatimah. Please think about it again!"

Aiman was speechless. He just kept thinking about his mother's words. "Then, what should I do, Mom?"