Wife For Faith

Chapter 53

"Darling, we better not interfere in Raisa's business. Isn't this your friend's choice? So, as good friends, we just have to support her."

Eye glance sharp–sign of disapproval– immediately thrown into the body of the husband. Fatimah looked at Aiman with a look of protest. Not wanting to rebel as a wife, but this is the life of her friend.

Friends who were quite helpful and also accompanied the journey of Fatimah until now. Raisa is a figure who used to be so keen to invite him, or remind him to keep wearing the hijab in the onslaught of the modern era that is full of metropolitan frenzy.

Now, the time came for Fatimah to be by Raisa's side. Di knew if the figure was being imprisoned by the shackles of crazy love, or toxic from his partner.

Fatimah had to help Raisa get out of that prison.

A place where the word love is always glorified, but also hurts the couple.

Those in the name of love above all else. Do everything you can to find proof on top of that crazy love.

"Fatimah." The gentle call seemed to bring back the turbulent inner roar in his heart. Fatimah looked at Aiman's face from the glass in front of her.

That view clearly implies disappointment, fear, and also sadness.

"I'm sorry if it was too late to pick you up. I know you must be mad at me. But, I mean it–"

"Pig." Fatimah cut the words of Aiman. His face clearly says, if he is not disturbed, or holds a sense of revenge for the delay of the husband. After all, it had all happened and Raisa had also returned safely delivered by herself.

"What do you mean, Dad?" tanyakanya.

Aiman who was reading a book on the bed also covered the thick paper. He then looked back at the wife's face before looking at him.

"If indeed Ibnu is guilty, we should leave this matter to the authorities. Honestly, I don't really like your slightly over-the-top attitude" he replied a little hesitantly.

Fatimah scolded. His eyes were closed to neutralize the free radicals emanating from the emotions in the heart.

Honestly, Fatimah felt that her actions were right. However, if his attitude that the husband said was too interfered with it is disturbing. "Then what should I do?" his tan tried to dampen the sense of blockage in the heart.

Aiman walked towards the dressing table where Fatimah was sitting. He could feel the tense atmosphere coming out of the wife's body. He is not a psychic, let alone a shaman who can see the future, but a man who is quite sensitive to the situation and conditions around.

The woman looked up. He felt slapped when he heard Aiman's call. He had almost forgotten the status inherent within him. Yes, Fatimah Azzahra is not a single woman, let alone free who can make decisions without asking her partner.

"Sorry, Abi. Fatimah admitted wrong. I will not act alone anymore either. Sorry, also because it has forgotten if this self already has a husband" The head was bowed lethargic when the body of the husband was right behind him.

From the glass looks how Aiman looked at Fatimah who was looking down. Full of love and affection. The man's hand rubbed the mane of his wife's wet hair, then let her soft hair slip.

"Thank you for that pretty face, baby!" soft word.

Fatimah raised her face, but did not dare to look at her husband. He felt ashamed and guilty at the same time.

Luckily Fatimah was not too rash which would make him regret in the future.

"Pig."

"Yes, Ummaya."

Aiman waited. The man's hand was already on his wife's slim waist. Fatimah's body was also on the lap of her husband. Comforting himself in the arms of his future figure.

"What's up, Ummaya?" ask Aiman again.

Fatimah bit her lips in doubt. When the tongue feels confused when going to say his wishes. "I-I want it," his fingers were confused.

"That's what, honey?"

Fatimah's face looked up so that now she could see clearly the handsome face of her husband. His thumb suddenly faintly rubbed Aiman's soft lips.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

The two female eyeballs instantly widened, but were quickly turned the other way. "Itu–"