Wife For Faith

Chapter 50

“Mas Ibnu.”

Fatimah looked at the man wearing all black clothes with a frowning look. From the look of the man in front of him it is seen if he does not like what he is seeing.

Why doesn't he like it? Or, are my eyes myopic? Aish, why is my mind also being bad to others.

His head was then turned towards the friend. However, his forehead again shriveled when he found the fear that was behind the look of Raisa. The woman's mind was immediately ugly to make speculation that was not necessarily true, or not.

“What are you doing here, dear? I came to your office, you know. It turns out that you are already here,” Ibnu said with a big smile, but it was very forced and it could be captured clearly by Fatimah.

Bizarrely. Fatimah tilted her head as her mind discovered the awkwardness, for the sake of the awkwardness within the man. He hoped it would never be real. The woman then cleared her throat. “Sorry, Mas Ibn. Raisa just wanted to deliver this to me,” she explained, while showing off the invitation paper.

“So, is there something wrong with our meeting?” The woman was so frank. Remember, this is not a stupid woman who can be bullied only with a fake smile belonging to a two-faced person.

Surprisingly, Raisa who had been chatty, talking at length times wide by height, even she had cursed this to vilify her husband, and her son was actually a cycep. Silence of a thousand languages with head bowed, without any rebuttal, let alone rebuttal.

Hey, what's up with this friend? Was that man really the cause of Raisa's silence? If so, this person is not right.

The man smiled so widely, then looked at Fatimah who was looking at him no less casually as if he did not feel intimidated by her who was standing towering in front of the two women.

“Oho. Slow. Relax, Ma'am!” Both hands of Ibn deliberately advanced as if asking Fatimah not to accuse him of a no-no. “I was just confused, where did my future wife go. His phone number is also dead. That's why I panic, dong.”

Fatimah had absolutely no respect for that one man. Honestly, when they first met, they did not talk much. However, after hearing the story about Ibn from Raisa, about the nature, and his attitude was a little incredulous.

But ….

After seeing how dominant Ibn was today, Fatimah became suspicious, something was hidden by his friend.

“If you are panicking, why does his face look like he is holding back anger? Or, am I wrong?”

The man's hands clenched beside his body. Ibn looked at Fatimah's face in a split second with a flat look, but soon it turned into a gentle smile that for others would look handsome, but not for Fatimah and Raisa.

“Which may I be angry. Lah, our wong is about to get married and want to have a child too. So, no reason to make emotions to the future wife, dong?” Ibn tried to get closer to Raisa, but the woman shifted her body to Fatimah.

Fatimah responded quickly, then embraced Raisa's shoulder. “Are you hungry, Ra? Kok, I suddenly want to eat our subscription chicken pecel, yes. You want to not?”

Yes, Allah. If this man is not good for my friend, please keep him away! But, if indeed this premonition of mine is not true, then please give us the real answer!

After that, they–Fatimah, Raisa, and Ibnu– also walked to their respective vehicles. Luckily Raisa had gone to use ojol, so under the pretext of still missing friends, Ibn also allowed the two of them to shake hands, while he followed from behind.

On the way, Fatimah and Raisa could do nothing else, other than to keep moving forward and enjoy the twilight of the afternoon in silence. However, before reaching the destination, Fatimah had chatted to her husband about the place they were going.

Just in case something happens.

Meanwhile, Aiman and Siti who were still silent at home were suddenly startled by the tinkling of a message going into the child's phone. The man tastelessly took his gawai. His forehead immediately wrinkled. “Bu, how Fatimah share loc doang, huh? What does it mean?”

Siti who saw the confusion of her son immediately approached and took over the phone. The middle-aged woman was also confused by the intent of the son-in-law's chat. “Have you tried calling his number?” tanyanya.

The man just shook his head. “I just don't want to be counted as too possessive, Bu.”

“Abi .. Grandma. What are you guys doing?” A little boy just came out of the room in quite a mess. Hassan, who had just woken up, asked in wonder at the two adults standing next to each other.

Siti immediately whispered to Aiman's ear, then the man nodded. However, before leaving, the man immediately came to the child who still looked sleepy. “Darling, Abi out first, well. Pick up umma, okay!”

“Cute!” The lips when calling for his desire to go along with the father, especially after hearing the goal is to pick up the angel of their home. “Anything Mas Asa come with!” he continued, not to be denied.

Aiman shook his head. “Abi just for a minute, really. Mas Asa at home same grandma, yes!”

“Make. Anyway Mas Asa come!” chortled.

“Nek!”

Siti smiled understandingly, then she carried Hassan's body into her arms, then persuaded the granddaughter to take a bath first, only after that eat and play. Everything was done so that Aiman could go alone to pick up Fatimah.

Aiman nodded without speaking and went towards his garage. He deliberately uses a motorbike to make it easier for him to overtake other vehicles. Traffic at hours like this is very crowded because it is in line with the hours of factory employees returning home.

Therefore, the motorbike is also his choice. “I hope you're okay, Honey! I will never forgive myself if something happens to you!”