Wife For Faith

Chapter 67

"Tell me why?"

"Huh? Oh, it's okay, it's."

Hassan notices his father's driving with a judgmental outlook. Last morning when they left together, the man was still relaxed, even taking the child in on a joke. However, the one beside him now was another figure.

Not a demon, or a demon and the like, but rather a man far from being friendly. He looked so cold, he didn't even want to be touched.

"Abi, umma why?" Hassan is trying to thaw. She likes to be alone, but not with her parents. The little boy actually tried to pour the ice that was being made by Aiman with a warm hand grip.

The adult man's eyes blinked once, twice, and continued several times until when, he stopped his car on the side of the road. "What are we doing here, Mas Asa?" ask Aiman in a daze.

Hassan was trying to understand, and then thinking the voice of the call from the phone made him point towards his father's cell phone. “There's a phone, Bi,” he said diverting the conversation.

Aiman shook his head as he felt something was troubling his mind. “Try you lift, son. Abi suddenly dizzy.”

Hassan also agreed and without much question the little boy pressed the green icon, then the voice of the grandmother who greeted.

“Assalamualaikum, Mother. It's Mas Asa. Abi was dizzy again he said. So, this is Mas Asa who was told to pick up the phone,” obviously the little guy quickly.

“Pusing? Kok, could. Where are you guys again? Not that grandma asked your brother to come to the hospital as fast as he could. But why haven't you guys arrived yet?” The middle-aged woman immediately bombarded the granddaughter with many questions.

Hassan then looked out at the street and found a sign indicating where he was. The little one informed his whereabouts, while occasionally glancing again at Aiman.

The adult man was seen putting his forehead on the steering wheel with his eyes closed, making Hassan dare not wake the father. She refuses when Grandma Siti orders to ask to talk to her father.

“So I think you're sick again, Nel,” he said giving a reason. “Keep, umma how is it now? Mas Asa so want to meet umma,” whine the little one with a soft voice, hope Aiman does not hear.

Who would have thought, the adult man looked up and his hands with lightning fast pulled the phone that was being held by Hassan. “Let Abi talk to grandma,” her door goes limp.

The little one could only nod in fear, then turn his face towards the window. Looking at the scorching sun that was shining on the earth was quite fierce. Already a few days, conditions, or weather in Indonesia enough to make them sweat a lot.

Luckily, Hassan and Aiman worked in the air-conditioned room, making him less sweaty. However, when their eyes came out of the room, the two beads instantly closed, glare exposed to the sun.

“We went straight to your umma, yes, dear. Grandma said, baby grandpa will soon be born and meet us. You're a grin, aren't you?” Suddenly Aiman's voice broke silence after talking to Grandma Siti.

After the call was over, Aiman decided to get the boy to talk. His grim face, now gradually improved and there was happiness there so that made Hassan frown a little, confused.

“Abi why, anyway? Not that abi looked angry, but why is it now turning good?” The innocent–Hassan who will always ask something that stuck in his heart, as well as his mind. “Any,” continued Hassan honestly.

Aiman was speechless because he did not know why he was such a daze today. However, after knowing if Fatimah was going to give birth, she little knew the reason behind her inertia.

Still about the trauma in the delivery room turned out.

Hassan also chose silence and did not bring up the matter earlier. The little guy just followed where Aiman took him. What was now on his mind was to immediately reach the hospital and see his future sister. “Mas Asa is already impatient, Bi,” chirps him among the happiness of welcoming new sister.

“May everything go smoothly, O Allah, aamiin!”

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“Why are you guys so long, anyway? What are you guys doing on the road? Why is it up to an hour later to get here!” nagel Siti when her son and granddaughter just arrived at the hospital after a long wait.

“How to do, Bu?” Aiman tries to put other affairs aside because his goal now is to meet his beloved wife who is struggling between life and death in the delivery room.

Siti snorted to see her son did not touch his words.

“Fatimah refused to go inside the delivery room before you came, son. And it looks like your son in there is also the same sulking, does not want to come out, even though the opening is eight,” the fish, while sighing tired.

“Bu, sorry. Has the husband of Ms Fatimah come? You see, the opening is complete and we will perform this labor in the patient's ward. Then, she also wanted her husband to accompany her,” explained the fast nurse.

“Sa-me, Sus.” Aiman tried to smile even though it looked only a stiff and forced smile.

“Then come, Sir. I've been waiting since.” The sister, named Mira, guided Aiman to enter the room where she was waiting.

“Abi, why just came?” Fatimah's face was already covered in tears with her hands raised upwards as if asking her husband to hold her.

Aiman rubbed his face that did not know when to cry because there were tears there. His legs immediately walked towards where Fatimah was lying on the same bed as when Aisyah had given birth.

The shadow as Aisyah exhaled last, enough to make the man shaken. He even accidentally squeezed Fatimah's hand as if unwilling to lose.

“Honey, don't ever leave me! I can't live without you. Please, Ice! Don't leave me!” the mess involuntarily with eyes closed in the ears of the wife.

Deg

The crying sound of their newborn baby did not make the woman who had just given birth tremble. His ears still function well if the name that was just spoken by the husband is the name of his former wife, Aisyah.

“So, right, Mas. If you still can not accept the departure of Mbak Aish?” ask Fatimah sadly.

Aiman freezes. His face slowly lifted to look in the direction where the figure that had just given birth to his child was staring heartily. The man's lips immediately shook in panic.

With trembling hands, he tried to find the wife's palm, then held it tightly. “Bi-not so–”

“Pak, sorry. This is his son please diadzani!”

After that, Aiman felt Fatimah began to change a little and more silent. He tried to explain, but there was always something disturbing.

“I'm sorry, Ummaya. I really don't intend to hurt you,” regretted when I saw the woman carrying their child's small body in her lap.