Wife For Faith

Chapter 61

The lips tried to smile, but I don't know. Fatimah felt a hoax just to move her senses. He only listens, nods, or even smiles if the words thrown by Safira contain jokes.

“You all right, Honey? You look pale.”

Fatimah looked towards her husband. He arched a wide smile, hoping if his efforts in covering up the feeling succeeded. “Oh. I'm good, Bi," she replied with a small smile.

"You sure?" Aiman did not believe what his wife had said. It was clear that at her arrival the woman was so happy and spoiled. However, after there was a woman named Fira, the attitude of the wife became more silent, even impressed harboring something.

“Darling, can you accompany me to the top? Looks like I need something!” between Aiman when the woman in front there–Safira– still continues to babble unclear, while Fatimah's face is like a dry canoebo that has no life.

“Lucky, anyway, you, Fa. Can be found a handsome husband figure and also rich. I'm sure this boutique must be your husband's gift. Aye, right?" Fira throws a compliment that contains a little scorn because she believes that all this is a gift from her friend's husband.

Meanwhile, Fatimah smiled stiffly because she felt there was no guts to dodge every utterance from Sapphira. Since the incident drowned the woman, Fira became a little hate to himself and also the other friend.

Whatever Fatimah did would always be related to the events in the pool so that the woman's space was limited, even prevented from widening.

Fatimah is clearly innocent. However, Sapphira still blamed the woman to the point of being hostile to her until now.

Not fair indeed, but according to Fatimah it is a form of apology from him for Sapphira.

“Iy–”

“Sorry. Looks like your guess was wrong, Miss!” cut Aiman when he saw Fatimah want to say the words of the friend.

Aiman then gently grasped Fatimah's cold hand. “This is my wife's boutique, not a gift from me, or anyone else. And, like her you're quite fashion savvy. So, thank you for coming here" he said with emphasis.

Both eyes of Safira immediately widened. His mouth even gaped because he could not believe the information he had just heard.

"Ja-di i-ni mi-lik you, Fa?" tanya Safira who was only replied with an awkward nod from Fatimah.

What the fuck? Why don't I know, if this si4l4n lady has a boutique this big herself. Nj*r, I think it's got the legs. Those eyes immediately glanced sharply at the man beside him who had already turned his face the other way.

“Then I'm sorry, I borrowed your friend first, yes. Excuse me!” continued Aiman tried to still maintain good manners even though in his heart Gedeg with Safira.

"Sorry, Fir. I go first." Fatimah herself looked down politely when her husband's hand had already pulled her soft.

His footsteps were heavy, even felt like nailed so it was very difficult to compromise. He then looked at Aiman's back body with a look of gratitude. “Abi, thank you.”

Aiman answered without looking at his wife. He just tightened their hands so as not to escape when climbing the stairs. “I know if you actually feel uncomfortable there. That's why I'm taking you upstairs. All in all,” his fingers when he reached the last rung. “I also want to hug my wife's body,” she whispered.

Fatimah was embarrassed. Her fingers immediately embrace the husband's arm and the legs step back to follow where the man took her. Nervousness that had dominated the heart, now replaced by flower buds blooming in the heart.

This is the happiness that a wife wants. Not with luxury goods, or gold, diamonds, but always there in times of need.

Meanwhile, Sapphira who saw the departure of Fatimah immediately changed the look on her face. The cheerfulness, as well as the enthusiasm shown earlier quickly turned flat and cold.

The woman's hands clenched so tightly when with her own eyes saw that there was a part that was being felt by Fatimah. Emotional feelings, and not receiving immediately embraced the body. Ask her to keep happiness away from living in a former friend.

“Why are you still harassing Fatimah, Fir? Didn't he have long regretted, even apologized for the accident. So, why until now you keep blocking his happiness?” asked the man beside Safira not understanding.

Safira snorts cynically. “I will never be satisfied, until he experiences the things I have experienced,” he said full of hate.

“Ckckck, you're too overpowered by vengeance, Fir. After all, everyone also knew that Fatimah was innocent. Why do you have to be so close to him?Or, you just envy her all this time? Because it can always get everyone else's attention?” the question is on target.

“Shut up!” safira was full of emphasis. “I brought you here not to lecture me, but only to make you a lackey. So, before I humiliate you here .. better be nice to me!”

Ahmad gawked, he then exhaled heavily. Every utterance from Sapphira is always difficult to refute. Blame him who is only a poor man to make the woman always trample her self-esteem.

“You know not?” Back, Safira jolted Ahmad when he did not get any answers from the man's mouth.

“Iya-iya, Bawel.”

Safira glared at Ahmad because he had dared to say Bavel. The woman's hand was about to run to the man's head, but it turned out that the movement had been read first.

“What? You want to hit me?” One corner of the man's lips raised high as if to explain, if he was not going to be underestimated.

“Cih. The point is, if you dare to macem-macem .. I will not hesitate to kick you from my house!” threatened again.

Ahmad was the husband of the woman herself. However, their marriage was all arranged, planned by the parents of the woman so that the man could only accept resignedly the fate of his household with Sapphira.

A woman who is considered good, but holds a lot of grudges in the heart.

“Do as you please, Fir. I am also no one who can prevent you from doing something,” replied the man was not tasteful, then left the wife to go to the counter part of the man's clothes.

“Cih, already poor, belagu again. Basic idi*t! Good thing you are still useful, if not .. I threw it in the trash!” dengkus Safira, then left the Fatimah boutique.

He came here intending to mess up. So, whenever there is a chance Safira will come to mess up, especially if happiness begins to approach the woman. It was as if he was unwilling to see his former schoolmate happy.

“Ok, this time I'll give up, but we'll see tomorrow, Fa. I will definitely make you unable to wrinkle,” he said, grinning cynically.

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