Wife For Faith

Chapter 64

"Sir Iman, starting next Monday you and Mr. Rahmat will accompany me to Kalimantan. Can, right?"

"But, Sir. My wife is pregnant. There's no way I'm going far from him. Moreover, this was the month she gave birth. So, can my position be replaced?" Aiman subtly refused the request from the headmaster.

Not wanting to oppose, but the condition of the wife for now is more important than everything.

"But, from the service has chosen you to serve there, Mr. Iman. So, if you reject it it is the same as making my name ugly in front of the Head of the Foundation," replied Mr. Budi a little dislike.

This Budi Santoso was the one who served as the Headmaster at the place where Aiman taught. The man who was almost half a century old did not want his name tarnished because there was one of the teachers who refused the assignment from superiors.

Meanwhile, Aiman felt trapped by the situation he was facing. The man thought about the condition of Fatimah who will soon give birth. The age of the womb has entered the 35th week and estimates from doctors about two weeks away their prospective child was born.

"Sorry, Sir. I really can't" Aiman lamented.

"Do you know the consequences, man?" Missing has been the formalities of Mr. Budi all this time. Now, changing with an arrogant and indisputable attitude that is usually aimed at people like Aiman

"All of your points will I cut, it could even be that your post as a teacher here disappears in an instant if you refuse this task. Is that what you want?" the question is full of threats.

Aiman let out a heavy breath. His head bowed to quell the anger that was in his heart. There was a sense of disbelief in the actions taken by the headmaster.

Threatening, is a thing that is often done by cowards, especially this is all for the sake of imaging of the person. It's not civilized.

"Isn't there Mr. Ridwan, or Mr. Tulus. Why should I, sir?" Aiman raised his head, then looked at Mr. Budi's face boldly.

"What because I never gave anything to you? Or, because it was planned by all of you? So, you can reason all this has been made by the foundation people. I'm not that stupid to be fooled again by you!"

A loud slap suddenly floated onto Aiman's cheek. The man shook his head in shock at what the headmaster was doing. He then clenched both hands tightly as heat and pain spread to his face.

"Br3ngs3k!" his murmur held back the anger.

Aiman's ears even buzzed so hard that Mr. Budi's hand greeted his face. The eyes blinked, trying to think sanely not to get carried away by emotions.

"So your mouth, man! You think I'm the one who's the only one who discriminates against you all, not at all? So, before speaking you should strain first. Which is true and which is not!" hardik Pak Budi with a reddened face, holding back anger.

It is no secret among them if

Mr. Budi is famously favoritism and would flatter anyone who would give him a lot of gifts. Other treatment is also obtained to teachers like himself and Aiman, only to be told like a lackey.

"Are you going to argue too, huh?" Pak Budi immediately looked at the bowed face of Pak Rahmat with a cold look, and his sharp eyes.

"No, Sir. I'll come along" said Mr. Grace a little nervous.

"Good." The man's hand patted Rahmat's shoulder quite hard. "At least you show where your quality is" he continued full of scorn.

"And for you, man," his Jed is still with his eyes pointed sharply. "You better follow your friend. Don't be a dissident! Because you know, right, what consequences will you receive?"

Aiman stood up straight again. His face showed no expression at all and was just a flat look. Just like the look that had been addressed only to a rotten person, or two-faced like an old man in front of him.

"Are you still going to step up, eoh?" Back Pak Budi's hand perched on Aiman's cheek. He did not even hesitate to pat her so many times. Although not hard, but still this has been included in the humiliation, and is not appropriate to be done by superiors to their subordinates.

"Keep your hands off my face!" snapped Aiman in a soft voice, unwilling to look back at the headmaster's face.

The old man snorted cynically. "Do you think I'm scared? No, Man."

"Then, let me go, "but, not to be a sycophant like the others, but to be free from the crazy entanglements made by a madman like you!"

Aiman immediately let go without seeing how hard the headmaster's reaction was. He writes the ears as the swearing by swearing just comes out of the mouth of the person behind. The husband of Fatimah Azzahra just wanted to get away from the hypocrites and crazy for the throne like them.

"I'm sorry, honey. Maybe this decision will surprise you. But, I just don't want to be silent anymore after they often trample on this self-esteem" he murmured as he imagined his wife, as well as his son at home.

"But, I promise I will keep fighting to be able to support all of you. Passion, Man! You can get through all of this!"

Yes, Aiman chose to give up his job as a teacher rather than be trampled because he never obeyed the rules of the principal. "If I could, I would create my own job and become a boss!" determination strong.