Wife For Faith

Chapter 6 What's wrong?

"Mom, what are we doing here?"

"Hust, quiet!"

Aiman can only resign when he has to set foot in the house of a single woman. He sighed many times to ease the discomfort in his heart.

"Abi" call Hassan.

"What's up, son?" Aiman shifted his focus towards his son. Today grandma gives a slightly different appearance from her usual day. So neat, as if attending an important event out there.

"Some want some food." The instinct of a little child is still embedded in the heart so that makes Aiman smile.

"Attep, yeah, kid. Abi permission to be with grandma for a while." Aiman immediately looked at his mother and the middle-aged woman immediately nodded. "Yeah!" bring him.

The family that was being visited was in the kitchen. I don't know what the host is doing, they don't know. After all, the one who wants to be found is still outside. He said, anyway, he was following the study.

Aiman and Hassan walked cheerfully towards the stall near the house. Grateful his son did not ask to indoapril and just want to buy jajajan at the stall.

"What would you buy?" ask the father.

The little boy was seen sifting through various snacks lined up above and in front of him. "Abi, Asa wants that one!" point it to the packaged food hung on it.

Aiman was smiling too. He then took the food, and the others. Hassan himself also asked for milk chocolate and sweets. "But not much, yes, Sa!"

Hassan according.

The owner of the stall also saw a father who would patiently wait for his son to sort. Because usually, most men are more likely to be impatient. "So twenty thousand all, Mas," he said.

Aiman also poured the money right in the direction of the seller. "Thank you, Mom." After that they left the shop with Hassan in a sling.

"Abi, what's here, anyway?" Hassan asked his father to stop, then sat on the front seat. Said sultry.

Aiman raises his shoulders. "Abi knows too, son. Abi just dutifully said grandma, "he whispered.

Hassan also nodded. "Nor do you know, Bi."

Aiman who was anxious to see his son's behavior immediately rubbed Hassan's head. He then gazed into another area and his bead of eyes found the woman who was throwing jokes at each other. One of them is known, but for the woman on the side, No.

Fatima herself has not realized the presence of the guest because if from her place was blocked by a mango tree so that two guest figures in front of her house are not visible.

"Don't, that's your future husband again, Fat," seduced Raisa.

Fatimah rotates her eyes off guard. "Shut up, Sa! Uh, uh, I'm going home first. Assalamualaikum!" The woman left Raisa, who was busy teasing her.

His footsteps instantly paused for a moment upon reaching the gate. In front of his house sat the figure of the husband of his deceased friend. Automatically his mind began to wander about the purpose of his guests.

Fatima let out a long sigh, then tried to dare to step into the yard of the house. He lowered his head as their eyes met unintentionally.

"Assalamualaikum," said Fatima kindly.

"Getishalight."

"Why don't you come in, sir?"

"This is Hassan ngajak jajan. It's not good to eat inside, too, afraid of getting dirty."

"Yes, God, sir. If it is dirty, it is swept away. Um, I'm sorry if it's presumptuous.... What's up, yeah?"