Wife For Faith

Chapter 60

"F-Muslimah" spelled Aiman.

He shook his head when he found out that the small business, which was spelled out by his wife, was actually a boutique with two floors and had an area that was twice the size of their residence.

"How rich is my wife? Why do I feel lied to by his simple appearance?" Aiman let out a heavy sigh as a feeling of insecure suddenly surfaced in his heart.

"Sorry, excuse me, sir. Can you step aside a little? Because your current position is quite difficult for other visitors who want to enter!" reprimand one of the hijab-wearing women kindly to Aiman.

"Ah, sorry." The man then looked down apologetically, then stepped aside to the edge to welcome the visitors to his wife's boutique–, which is the majority of women, as well as couples.

Aiman became hesitant to enter the boutique, especially after seeing the existence of Fatimah who was having a light conversation with one of the customers. His courage was suddenly lured by the gallon brother who passed in front of the wife's boutique.

I don't know if Aiman has two boutiques like this. Fatimah herself did not intend to keep a secret, but she waited for the right time, which is when the man visited the opening of his new boutique today.

"Are you waiting for someone, sir?" The officer who had reprimanded Aiman again invited the man to talk. He was a little curious about the existence of the handsome PNS who stood gallantly in front of his boss's boutique.

Aiman stared at the officer with a faint smile. "Sorry, I just want to meet my wife,” she replied straightforwardly.

It looks like the employee was disappointed after hearing that the handsome already has a partner. Lucky for the woman who got her figure, she praised half insincerely.

"Do you want to look for it inside? Let me deliver!" The cashier tried to be professional and still uphold the values of politeness even though in the heart was crying.

Aiman shook his head. "No need, Ma'am. I can do it myself," she said subtly.

The man then went into a boutique that was crowded with visitors. The cold weather directly penetrated the body of Aiman who was in a rage after hot outside. The manicure is aimed at only one woman, Fatimah Azzahra.

The figure that is so beautiful, and shining in the natara of other humans is quite capable of making him grateful, and proud. The independent and beautiful woman wants to marry a single widower like Aiman.

“Abi!” hassan shouted, realizing that his father was walking towards them.

Fatimah who had been waiting for the arrival of her husband looked up. The lips instantly curved beautifully when he found the man also looked back at him. “Abi,” murmured the woman was happy.

“Halo, dear,” greet Aiman to his handsome son, then afterwards kiss the back of Siti's hand. “Nek.”

“Why just came? What's on the road jammed?” siti asked with a proud look on her face.

Aiman nodded. Indeed, the road from the school to the location where the wife's business is prone to traffic jams. Luckily, he used a two-wheeler instead of a four-wheeler. So, the motor can also be used to overtake other vehicles.

”Yes, the name is also city street, Nek. So, jammed it has become a daily food,” replied, while smiling to Siti.

Now, Aiman's view shifted to the wife. He longed and wanted to embrace Fatimah. But they are in a public place. So he had to hold back. However, his efforts were defeated when the woman kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey!" her reprimand was gentle even in the middle heart cheering with excitement.

Of course it makes visitors to the boutique F-Muslimah become directed at them.

"How long is it, Bi? I don't think Abi's coming, you know." The woman looks so spoiled that she does not hesitate to hug her husband's arm in front of many people.

Aiman himself could only smile stiffly. The man's hand was on the woman's waist. However, inside is now cheering with excitement. Breaking the feeling of insecure that once ruled the wall of his feelings.

"Come, okay, shut up, anyway? Abi doesn't like it, if I hug like this!" The woman was about to distance herself from the husband's body because she thought Aiman did not like it. However, this bad thought is disputed.

"Std. Don't like to draw your own conclusions, honey!" Aiman's index finger flicked his wife's nose, then embraced her soft waist. "Congratulations on the opening of his new boutique, Ummaya. Sorry, Abi didn't bring anything here."

Fatimah shook her head when she saw Aiman's regretful face in front of her. She hugged the husband's body as if she didn't want him to feel guilty. "With Abi here alone, that was more than enough. So, Abi doesn't have to worry!"

"God, this married couple makes me envious," chirped one Muslim couple who suddenly came near Fatimah and Aiman. "Hey, Miss. This world does not belong to just you two. Share this happiness with us too!"

Fatimah let go of her embrace, then smothered her mouth, while pointing horror at the woman wearing shar'i clothes. "Is this really you, Fira?" tanyanya could not believe it.

"Yep, that's right. It's me, Fira. Your schoolmate first. Yes, you become more beautiful, deh," praised the woman with a big smile.

Contrary to what Fatimah felt. The woman was still silent, not believing that she would return with the figure she had been almost harmed. His hands shook as he felt a warm embrace from Fira. Really, this is very awkward.

"I don't think you're going back to Indonesia, you know, the Fa. You see, when ever you will be netep in another country. Oh, my God, who, the hell, used to say that. Forgot me, tuh!" Fira continues to talk about his past without consciously making Fatimah stiff, like a robot running out of batteries.

"Are you still traumatized by the pool, Fa?" Among other questions, why should it be so obvious to Fatimah's ears.

So, Fatimah had to answer what? Should he answer honestly, or lie? The decision is in the hands of the woman. "Itu–"