Wife For Faith

Chapter 58

"What's the atmosphere, Bi? You like it?"

"Emm .. is there no other place, dear?"

Aiman looked at the place they were visiting with a slightly strange look. The open space on the right and left there are many unused used items, and not to mention there are some flies flying here and there.

"Are you sure you want to eat in a place like this?" Aiman whispered in his wife's ear. Not intended to vilify, but the worms in his stomach suddenly nausea and want to vomit after arriving at a place that he said is very worth it.

Fatimah giggled in amusement as she looked at her husband's pias-turned face. His hand then grasped tightly the fingers of the husband as if to tell if conditions like this would not make them die.

“Abi is funny,” kikikiknya, while closing her mouth so that the sound of her laughter does not disturb other visitors.

The woman shook her head in disbelief about finding a new expression from an Aiman who was famous for being quite cold among other teachers.

"No, no, Bi," continued Fatimah smiling sweetly, then rubbing her husband's jaw firmly.

Aiman reflexively rubbed the uniform covered front of the jacket, while reading Alhamdulillah clearly. "Keep, what are we doing here? You don't know me anymore, do you?" tanyanya was not satisfied with Fatimah's ambiguous answer.

A light blow on Aiman's stocky arm was obtained from Fatimah. The woman looked at her husband with a lazy look. "I don't think it's a job to grumble Abi" he replied scowling.

The man chuckled, then rubbed his wife's head affectionately. "Thu-utu. The sweetness of my wife who was sulking like this" seduced Aiman, while piercing one of Fatimah's cheeks.

The woman immediately put on a pouting face. "Where are angry people even sweet. Like this one father," Fatimah sneered in disbelief.

"People everywhere, if they're angry again, are ugly. Like a demon, or a demon. So, don't bother me, deh, with the unwashed chatter,” Fatimah added with a stifled voice because she did not want to make others hear her scolding.

“What?” Aiman's laughter exploded upon hearing his wife's muttering.

The man could not help but let out his melodious laughing voice. Circumstances that are not too crowded make people look to the source. However, they only glanced for a moment, then returned to their routine again.

Panicked. The woman immediately pulled the body of the husband to come out of the queue. Yes, the two people are indeed in line, but not to take sembako, or other government assistance, but to meet the owner of the building that is being stepped on.

Fatimah took a stand, then pulled her husband's arm to move away from the place. When it was outside the husband still did not stop laughing so that the woman just stood still, while folding both hands in front of the chest, then looked at the man in front of her flatly.

"Have you finished laughing?" fatimah asked slightly cynically after seeing the husband folding his lips, holding back a laugh. However, that expression actually looks very annoying for pregnant women.

"Yes Ummaya. Why are you so adorable, anyway? Your husband can't be angry if your expression is so funny, so I want sackin, you know!" kikikiknya amused, while menguyel both cheeks smooth wife.

The pregnant woman only let out a heavy sigh, then after that looked at the husband's face with a judgmental expression. "Sorry, yes, Bang. But, I am not rice that can be handled easily. Hye!" he said he grinned, then left the husband just like that.

Two people who are throwing jokes at each other as if they do not care if their behavior really makes people entertained. The guy who is so happy to flirt, while the girl who is fierce, but looks adorable.

While Fatimah and Aiman themselves choose their own fun. They also do that because they want to kill time, as well as divert attention from the man who repeatedly closes his nose, but if you think about it there is no smell of garbage, or rotten objects out there. However, Aiman actually felt nauseous continuously.

Gosh darn. Don't tell Aiman here who craves? His nose is more sensitive than usual. Oh, if that happens, wouldn't Fatimah survive morning sickness, or the usual thing felt by pregnant women? Man, Aiman.

After a few minutes of waiting, finally came the Fatimah section standing in front of the cashier's table.

"Assalamualaik."

"Vaalaikumsalam. What is a-.. loh, Ms Fati? How's things? How come, just got here, anyway?" The cashier named Laila immediately screamed in shock when she found the woman who had not visited her place for three months.

Laila even stood deliberately out of her place of work, replaced by Sarah who was beside her all this time. The girl immediately hugged Fatimah's body longingly. “I miss the same Mbak Fati,” his whine spoiled.

Aiman who had been accompanying his wife could only frown. From what can be seen from the attitude and behavior of the two women, the man guessed that this Fatimah was not a new person, let alone a newcomer who just passed by, he said, but the figure of the woman who is always waiting for his presence.

"Oh, yes, La. This is my husband .. Mas Iman, this is Laila the keeper of this stall." Fatimah introduced Aiman to Laila with a bright smile, then the two men cupped their hands together in front of each chest.

Aiman only smiled when Fatimah introduced herself to a woman named Laila. They were brought into a quiet room. The hallway was quite long, but bright because of the lighting on it.

Fatimah and Laila continued to chat and exchange news about their daily lives while not meeting. The girl was a little sulking because she was not invited to the wedding of the woman she had already considered her brother by them.

Now, Aiman was made wide-eyed when the hallway had brought him to a vast expanse overgrown by a lot of elephant grass, as well as ornamental plants, and also beautiful flowers blooming on each edge. He felt like he had just entered the passage of time where this was his last destination.

“Very beautiful,” murmured Aiman without being prevented.

Fatimah smiled, then embraced the sturdy arms of her husband who was fascinated by the beauty of the flower garden in front of him. “This is the home that I have been taking care of together with Raisa, Bi. Aren't they very pretty and handsome?” His index pointed right at some children who were running towards him standing up.

“For my answer,” his fingers, while still curling a smile. “I will go out and choose to be a housewife. Where there is me, you, Mas Asa, grandmother, and also our future child. What can I do, Bi?”

Aiman looked at the radiant face of the figure who was waiting for his answer without saying a word. The more he knew Fatimah, the more he was amazed at the secrets he had not known. So, is he sorry? Not at all.

The man suddenly lost his voice. Aiman was so amazed and proud of his kindness, and the tenderness of his wife. He who used to be so trivial, now feels small with Fatimah. Behind his slightly tomboyish demeanor, it turned out to hold a lot of tenderness.

“Whatever decision you take ... I will accept it,” said Aiman after being able to find his voice again.