Wife For Faith

Chapter 55

When someone leaves, someone will come to replace them. Losing the figure of a good friend is quite the heaviest blow in Fatimah's life. A few days he ate only a few mouthfuls, which made the woman fall.

“I'm thirsty, Mas.” Fatimah held the arm of her husband, who was sitting, reading a book beside the bed. The woman's face still looked pale, but the condition had started to improve.

Aiman himself with each accompanying, caring, and accompanying Fatimah at a time like this. He even took a teaching leave only to accompany his sick wife in the hospital.

“Already?” he asked as Fatimah's hand removed the straw from her mouth.

“Ehm.” The woman who now wears a hospital suit has really become one of the patients of Cempaka hospital. He was treated for dehydration and also malnutrition due to eating little. One more …

“Abi,” call her again, “is it true I'm pregnant?”

“Iya, Darling. Are you happy?” The man was so happy and also scared at the same time. This chat has been discussed with Siti–unya, but the feeling is still the same. However, he tried to remain normal in front of his wife.

Fatimah was weak. Not because I don't like it, but sad because I just realized it.

Pregnancy that was never suspected and diyana because all this time he did not feel any symptoms. Starting from nausea, vomiting, or even cheerful. Not at all. Therefore, Fatimah does not know if in her stomach now there is a prospective baby.

“I'm sorry, Bi. I really don't know if I'm pregnant. If you know, I will also keep kandu–”

Aiman silenced the wife's mouth with a kiss on the forehead. She then rubbed Fatimah's head covered in her hijab. The man's eyes clearly showed affection and love. There's no anger in there.

“I'm not mad at you, honey,” he said gently. “I should apologize because for one week did not pay attention to you until you were pregnant I did not realize.”

There is regret from Aiman's tone of speech about his attitude that is less attention to the wife and it is not engineering. Original.

“I'm sorry, Ummaya,” Aiman continued again, but this time with a look full of guilt.

Gently pecked the back of his wife's hand which attached the infusion. The liquid containing nutrients was given to Fatimah by the doctor because the woman was too weak to wait any longer.

“Fatimah appointment, after this will eat and obey all the advice of doctors to take care of our prospective child, Bi,” he said with a smile fluffy on the lips. “Abi want, right, nemenin me?”

Fatimah smiled again when her husband's big hand was so comfortable wiping his flat stomach because it felt very comfortable. He didn't even seem to allow his men to go off with anything.

Possessive mode on.

“Iya, Darling. Abi promises to nemenin umma no matter what happens. Let's take good care of and raise our child! May you and the baby in this belly be healthy and strong until the moment where he can be born into this world.” Hope was spoken with sincerity and caution.

His previously sad facial water now instantly turned into a smile. The smile that he hoped would not add burden to the mind of the wife, even though Aiman had tried to participate in the euphoria of their happiness although still the trauma was still looming.

“Abi only,” he said hesitated to continue, but a soft hand was holding it. Gives strength to the doubting Aiman.

“Abi believes in God's destiny?” A question that has always been applied in his heart and mind for these 5 years. However, still he sometimes still can not accept the loss of Aisyah when they should take care of the child together.

Doubtful, the man nodded weakly.

Fatimah smiled, then tried to bang from her rabbinical position. Aiman who was quick to respond immediately helped hold the back of his wife's body, then stuck with a pillow so that the woman was not too tired.

“Abi.”

“Ehm.”

“Every human being cannot escape death. Because in fact, our age has been determined,” his fingers, while rubbing Aiman's firm jaw.

“Then when did the Angel izrail also only He who knows. While man himself can only try to live the time given by Allah SWT as well as possible, or waste it by doing things that are useless in this world.”

Aiman listened to every utterance from Fatimah in silence. The man simply could not answer, or give any response other than silence.

“I'm sorry, if I mention this a little, Abi. I just want to open the eyes of your heart that has been wrestling blame fate for too long and also yourself,” Fatimah said regretfully as if knowing what had been in the mind of the husband.

The woman then looked in the direction where Aiman was sitting, bowing her head. The words of the woman once entered the recesses of the heart. Piercing right to the bottom of the soul that had been still hoping if Aisyah's death was just a game.

“Abi!” A call and also a soft smooth hand was now framing Aiman's palm that was unwittingly clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white. “Don't ever keep all that by yourself! If it is painful .. tell me!”

“News to anyone you think you can accept, listen to, and also be able to keep secret all the perversions that are being undermined in your heart. Don't just shut up, but curse yourself!”

The man looked up, staring right at the face of Fatimah who was now looking at him no less sad.

“I came to my senses after what I had been doing for this week, Bi. I've hurt a lot of people's feelings about my silence, including you, Bi. Maybe I'm a bad mother-to-be for not knowing if there's life in my stomach.”

Fatimah smiled in remembrance of her actions all this time. “So, does Abi want to reopen the new sheet again with me? Starting our love together with our little family?”