Wife For Faith

Chapter 63

"Where's the point going, anyway?"

Instead of answering, Aiman actually stole a kiss on the sweet lips of the wife until she got a death pinch in return. However, it was not comparable to the feeling of pleasure because it could vent the longing that had just now gnawed at his heart.

"What, anyway, Ummaya? These lips, well, mine too. So, it's not wrong for me to kiss her." Aiman defended himself when he found the expression of protest from the wife.

"Yes-yes-yes, it's up to you, Mas" said Fatimah resigned.

"Abi's question is random, anyway. If I'm married to Mas Iman, there's no way I'm still here, sitting together, joking around, and then sorting things out together, until now," obviously Fatimah seemed to break the doubts that were in the heart of Aiman's heart.

"Originally you know, honey. I'm the guy who doesn't have much money, you know. Do you still want to live with a cool guy like me?" ask Aiman full of questions.

Fatimah was further confused by the mistrust of her husband. "Somebody?"

Aiman nodded quickly. "healthy, really. Why why?"

"Oath, yes, Bi! I never thought his name was like that. Whether poor, or rich. Fatimah will still love, love, and serve one man, namely Aiman Baha Baseer," he replied firmly.

"really?"

"true."

Aiman also smiled with relief at the honesty, as well as the sincerity that was ejected from Fatimah's lips. He could clearly see how the woman who was carrying a child from him was staring solemnly.

"I'm sorry, Ummaya. Honestly, I'm feeling insecure about your independence, honey. Here," he pointed out right in front of the chest, "as if anyone would be wrong to know a Fatimah Azzahra had a broad soul and heart."

The man tried to smile due to the effect of his self-disbelief. Aiman knew that property was not a condition for a man to be high before God. However, the deepest corner of the heart felt stuck to the income of Fatimah.

Both of Fatimah's hands were raised until now in Aiman's face. He looked at that gloomy face with a sincere smile. "Don't have to feel insecure! Because Fatimah who Mas Iman knows will always submit and obey all the commands of God to always glorify my husband, Abi Aiman Baha Baseer."

"I opened this business also not just because I want to have my own results, Bi. This boutique was deliberately opened because of my favorite and also provide new jobs for those in need," he continued with a beautiful smile. There is no pride in it.

Aiman is increasingly made to fall in love with the way his wife thinks. All this time, he just assumed what he was doing was better. However, after getting to know Fatimah, the man became much learned again and again.

"God's Masya. I don't know what to be grateful for being able to get a wife like you, Ummaya. Thank you, dear. May your efforts be more successful to provide more jobs for those in need," said Aiman sincerely.

"Amale, Bi. Later, sometime follow the other boutique in the future, Bi. Since it's just a branch... uh, is there something wrong with my words?" fatimah asked when Aiman was like a shock when he heard him speak.

"So, this isn't the first?"

Fatimah shook her head awkwardly. "The first one is in the way of Cendrawasih."

Aiman held his chest in pain as if he had been shot by a thief. "You really made your husband almost die, Ummaya."

"I'm really speechless. But, the best prayer I always ask from Allah SWT for you, Mas Asa, and my family. Take care of your health and do not be too tired yourself because you are now pregnant, baby. So, if you can ask your confidant to hold it!" Aiman insisted.

"Yes, Bi. I've been thinking about all this, too. There's Badriah, my brother who handles all this. So, I'm just gonna come check it out a couple times a week, Bi. Thanks, Abi."

"For what?"

"For all your understanding and concern, dong, Bi."

Aiman let out a heavy breath. "Honestly, I'm still shocked, you know, honey. But I try to be mediocre. Nih, horrifying myself how my heart beats!"

Fatimah placed her palm right on the outside of the heart of the husband who was in the middle of the road. The beautiful face immediately smiled as it felt a quick thump from within Aiman's body. "Wow." Expressions amazed.

Aiman smiled shyly, then pulled the wife's body into his arms. The head of the old Fatimah. "Never get cocky over all these favors, yeah, honey! Because all this is just a deposit. So stay humble!" the door to the woman in his arms.

"God willing, Bi. Remind me if it starts out of God's way. Don't let me get lost in the ease God has put in us!"

Aiman nodded.

Fatimah and Aiman finally came down from the room to mingle with Hassan, Granny Siti, and her employees. They were there until 4pm, then drove home using an online taxi. The man himself kept riding the motorcycle, refusing the wife who wanted to go with him.

Not for what, but the wife must be exhausted and the woman is also pregnant. Therefore, Aiman told him to keep taking an online taxi.

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"Dian, you see not the husband of Mbak Fati. Very handsome, huh?"

"Continue?"

"I think it can be squeezed!"

"You're crazy, dad?!"

"Yes, how else. He is very handsome. PNS again, Cuy! Less perfect what try!"

"Don't think of becoming an actor, Res!"

"If it's like him .. who wouldn't want to be the umpteenth."

"Nature is always on the rampage. It turns out that people like you, who make other humans affected."

"I don't care for you."