Wife For Faith

Chapter 59

Perfection belongs to God, not to anyone. So, there is no need to be arrogant, let alone feel high. On earth, there is still heaven. Look back sometimes! Are you thankful today?

The decision was made by Fatimah. She chose to go out as a teacher and become a housewife. Everything must have been thought through by the woman. She will not immediately stand on her hands, sit quietly at home and become Madame Baseer.

The business that had been pioneered secretly also began to grow rapidly. The Muslim shop in the capital city area has been running to give her a profit many times without both parents, and her husband.

It is not an easy matter to live a business that will certainly experience financial shocks, as well as trust in new people. However, Fatimah tried to stay calm in the era of the onslaught of fashion that was quite lacking in enthusiasts until it became what it is today.

"Dear, wait a minute!" Fatimah who was about to run immediately stopped her steps when the husband with warning eyes forbade her. He also chuckled apologetically because he forgot the condition of his stomach which was two-bodied. "Sorry, forgot!"

Aiman shook his head. "What's up, honey? Do you need anything?"

The man was wearing a suit and was preparing to leave for his school. There's still an hour until the bell goes off. So, it was enough for him to talk to his wife.

"Abi can come back later to stop by, to Sakura Street in the Capital area?" fatimah asked nervously, squeezing her hands nervously.

"Sakura Road?" Aiman's forehead shriveled deeply. "What's up there"

Fatimah scratched the head of the back covered with her hijab in doubt.

"Hey, what's up, hm? My wife's not keeping anything from your husband, is she?" Aiman drew Fatimah's chin gently until now they faced each other. Kissed the wife's sweet lips, then after that embraced her body. "Tell me, honey!"

"It's about my small business, Bi," Fatimah's great-grandson was half embarrassed.

"What?" Aiman brought his ear to his wife's lips. But the woman just backed off. "Hey, your voice is so slow, Ummaya. So, how can I hear it."

Fatimah cleared her throat, then began to open her mouth again. Now, he slightly normalizes his voice so that the husband hears well what he will say. "I opened a Muslim dress shop there, Bi."

"really?" The man was again taken aback by the information provided by his wife. "How many secrets are you hiding from me, honey? Please, don't make me die standing with all your independence!"

Fatimah chuckles. "What, anyway, Bi? Ordinary, really. Don't exaggerate, deh!"

Aiman peeked at the wife's cheek. "Exaggerated how? Your people keep making me a heart spot. Just yesterday you took me to a place where a lot of happiness. Now, you're giving me some information again if you're going to open a shirt shop, "he's so long.

"Then, how should I react, honey?" Aiman's face was visible to the bronze until he snorted into the flat stomach of his wife. "Baby, Abi seems suspicious if all this time, ummamu is a rich man. But, choosing to hide everything with a simple life," he told the prospective baby in the stomach of Fatimah.

The woman laughed. She did not expect that her husband had thoughts like the characters in the novels. He shook his head, rubbing Aiman's neat hair. "Amale, Bi. Thank you for your prayer. Hopefully the effort I have been doing all this time can be useful for everyone!"

"Look, Baby! What is your heart actually made of, anyway? What kind of good has Abi done to get this kind and beautiful woman?"

Fatimah was getting giggled when she heard the clumsiness of Aiman. Indeed, this husband turned out to save the soul of the lebay that had been covered from the cold and jaim.

Aiman then stood up to make a difference in their height was visible. Fatimah herself only reached the chin of the husband. However, instead they look more suitable when together.

"God willing, Abi will stop by. Sorry, yes, I can't help you guys, "sorry Aiman when he finds out his family will go alone. "Oh, yes. What will you ride?"

"Turn up *taxi* online only, Bi. It's easier too."

Aiman nodded in agreement. He did feel calmer if his wife, child, and mother left in the car. "If so, then if you've told me, yes. Let Abi also calmly teach in the school!" expectantly.

"Yes, we're leaving! Later even late again," expel Fatimah, while pushing Aiman's body towards the door.

"*Where's kiss?" Aiman puts his own cheek in front of his wife. She refused to leave if Fatimah's sweet lips had not landed on her face.

"Good, Abi!" Fatimah growled half-ashamed because Aiman's wish was getting here, getting weirder.

"Loh, why? Kan, ask for your own wife. So, can–"

Cup

The mouth was immediately silent, replaced with a satisfied arch when feeling the softness of the lips of the wife. "Am I on leave, huh? All of a sudden I want to be home with you, honey."

"Nothing!" reject Fatimah upon hearing Aiman's proposal. "You'd be told what I and Mas Asa would eat if Abi took a day off?"

"Oh Allah, when the husband wants to have sex with the wife can not. How ugly you are, Ummaya."

Fatimah folded her hands together in front of her chest, then looked at her husband's face flatly. "Depart now or no rations later tonight!"

Aiman gulped bitterly. "Don't dong, honey! Have pity on your husband, this" he said with compassion.

"Depart or not!"

"Yes-yes, go!" Aiman immediately kissed the wife's forehead, then stepped out of the house with pouting lips.

"Don't pout that. Later the handsome faded, loh," teased Fatimah, while poking the chin of the husband.

"Well tonight I want a round."

"Continue?"

"Three! Don't want another nigger." After saying this, Aiman left the house with a triumphant grin.

Fatimah could only gulp nervously at the thought of what it would be like tonight. "May I get through tonight safely!" Praying, grimacing.