Wife For Faith

Chapter 62

"Abi, I'm being honest."

"Honest?"

Fatimah nodded.

"About what? Ah, does this have anything to do with your friend?"

Again, the woman's head nodded.

"Is there no other reaction, other than nodding, Ummaya?"

Fatimah shook her head, then nodded again.

"Aish, why is my wife so cute, anyway? Ckckck, so you're a snooper, huh!"

Fatimah immediately hugged herself in order to prevent the husband from carrying out his intentions. Hey, it's still outside, not at home. The beautiful woman still had shame, if suddenly there were employees in her room and found them making out.

Oh, that's not a good thing to look at. Because all Fatimah employees are still single and young. So, it could be a twelfth woe, if until someone sees the boss again anu with her husband.

"Keep, why did you just shut up. Do I have to lure these lips to open, hm?" The man's fingers deliberately rubbed the wife's pink lips to open his mouth.

Aiman smiled when he saw Fatimah's face meet red. “Duh, the sweetness of the smile Angel of my paradise,” the praise is sincere.

“Abi why is it so nice to tease me, anyway? I'm, right, so embarrassed, Bi.” His hand hit the chest of the field belonging to the husband. Fatimah could not if had to linger stared at by the opposite sex, yes, although Aiman was her legal husband, but still embarrassed.

“After, you are a machine, really. So, rather than us seriously kayaking again at the trial. Wouldn't it taste better like this. Besides, I won't mean you make a story of something if you are not ready, Honey,” said Aiman attentively.

“Ah, so sweet once my husband. Thank you, Abi. You always know what I need. Dear Abi.” The woman scatters her body into the warm embrace of the husband, permeating every togetherness that will always calm the heart and soul.

Finally, Fatimah spoke up. He began to explain about the events in his past. Tells from beginning to end. Nothing is covered up.

Aiman listened carefully. There is no intention to interrupt, let alone cut the Fatimah story. He wants the woman to believe that she will always be there, when there are problems, or not. Become a shoulder to lean on when needed.

“So, that's what made you disappear in the pool back then. Because you're still traumatized by what happened in your past?” asked Aiman with an expression that could not be explained.

In addition to pity, Aiman also felt arrogant with Sapphira. His name is a teenager, there will certainly be a time of mischievousness and the fault of Fatimah was not too fatal. The proof, the woman helped, even gave CPR to Sapphira.

However, the victim was like giving all the wrongs of the perpetrator to Fatimah. Obviously that's not true, even suspicious. Aiman suspects that Sapphira is indeed harboring a little spite for his wife.

Therefore, Fira always hinders every happiness that comes to Fatimah.

“I'm sorry, yes, Mas. I knew I was wrong back then for leaving Mas Asa alone. But–”

“I just went through all this sincerely, Bi.” Fatimah smiled even though she looked grimacing in the eyes of the husband.

Aiman immediately carried Fatimah's body in his arms again. Stabbed the woman's firm back, then gently frowned at the top of her head. “God's Mass. Thank God that You have sent down the Angel to accompany me here.”

“Really, there are no favors you deny. I'm really lucky to get a woman like you. Already sholehah, smart, forgiving, rich again. Ah, yes. I have one question that may be a bit towards privacy. What can I do, Ummaya?”

Aiman recalled his thoughts when he first set foot in front of the F-Muslimah boutique. So, as long as there was a chance to ask then he would not waste the opportunity either.

“What is it, Bi?” ask Fatimah.

“Shortly!” Aiman then walked to the door and it turned out that the man locked it. After that, then he came back closer to the wife who was looking at him suspiciously. “Jeez, get rid of that filthy thought of yours, sweetheart!” grunts.

“Keep, that's why there's an event lock-key door everything? Abi has no intention to ask for rations now, right?” ask her with suspicious squinting eyes.

Aiman laughed immediately. “Astaghfirullah hal adzim. Said I asked you to get rid of dirty thoughts, really, yeah. Why do you still think like that.”

“I can't believe.” The woman then retreated until she was in the corner of the sofa with two hands hugging her own body. Protecting himself from a hungry lion.

“Ya-ya-ya, it's up to you, honey,” Aiman replied in defeat, then sat down next to Fatimah.

Quiescent. The room was immediately silent when Aiman and Fatimah were struggling with their own thoughts. No one intended to start the conversation as they were a little hesitant to start either.

After five minutes as a statue, Aiman shifted his seat until now he can freely see the beautiful face of the wife. “Ummaya?”

Fatimah hesitated.

“Ehm, is there anything else you're keeping secret?”

Fatimah cringing. Staring at Aiman with cute blinking eyes as if he was thinking about what makes the husband so curious about his secret. “Means, Abi?”

Aiman scratched the back of his head. His face looked awkward and hesitated to ask the next thing.

“Abi,” call the woman again.

“Ka-mu .. not nyesel, right, marry me?”

“Hah? Abi what's this, anyway? I don't understand!”

“Jawab only, Fa!” Aiman looks serious, doesn't even look like he's joking.

Fatimah was confused.