Wife For Faith

Chapter 68

"Here, let Abi bring it."

"Thank you."

Aiman looked at his wife's straight back that was getting away. It has been two weeks since Fatimah returned home, she does look ordinary. Still want to chat, like there is no problem anything that has made the heart break.

All looked at them will remain the same, a matching partner and also compact in parenting. However, not for Aiman who knows enough Fatimah this year. The woman was clearly avoiding him, but subtly.

At that time, the wife was advised by the doctor to keep the stitches from tearing in a way that should not do a lot of strenuous activity. Fatimah herself complied and did what the doctor told her to do.

As at this time, Fatimah who was about to do the clothesline lifting Aiman deliberately took over. The man knew that the wife still needed time to heal after a normal delivery. Therefore, he as a husband, and father must be understanding to help.

From washing clothes, to helping the wife take a bath was done. It was a shame, but Fatimah was speechless because it was very helpful. Indeed this is the right time for a couple to prove love and unfortunately.

That way, they will become one, not alone.

"Do you want to eat, honey?" ask Aiman after entering the brand room.

The house looks lonely because Siti and Hassan are in school. The little guy who used to be a kindergarten, has now entered the elementary school level and is always picked up by his grandmother. If there is time, Aiman takes turns to take.

"Udah. Abi ate?" ask Fatimah who was sitting on the bed, while giving breast milk to her son.

"Oh. Abi thought you had not eaten. His intention to take a meal together," said Aiman a little disappointed.

The woman's pupils dilated. Guilt entered his heart. "Sorry, Bi. I thought the dirty dishes in the sink had Abi. That's why I'm eating."

Aiman smiled when he found the look of regret that was in the legume bead owned by the wife. He missed that look. Not to be pitied, but the highlight of affection that he had never seen in two weeks.

"It's okay. Maybe we just miscommunicated, honey. Yes, umma continued to give to Maira. Let Abi eat first, because he is hungry," said Aiman attentively, while rubbing his queen's stomach.

"My water, so the sholeh child, yes, dear. Like your ummamu," he continued, rubbing the tiny head of his daughter's.

"God, it seems like our son is very thirsty, Umma. Just look at that lip I asked for asi ... so quickly," said Aiman who seemed to forget his stomach that had been undermined, asking to be filled.

The man was just too lazy to eat by himself. The habit of one year of living with Fatimah made Aiman unable to eat, if alone.

Too much opium given by the woman to the man that makes it can not be far away from the object.

"Is he hungry?" Fatimah did not seem to ponder the husband's question and she was more anxious if Aiman did not want to eat.

Aiman smiled. "Lumayan, anyway. But wait for Mas Asa. Now is the time for Abi to play with Maira and ummaya. May it?"

Those eyes looked at Fatimah longingly.

The gaze that he had also been ignoring for several weeks was simply jealousy. Yes, Fatimah Azzahra admitted that she was jealous and also disappointed in a deceased person. Because that woman has taken her wiggle room.

Stupid because it is jealous of the person who has died, if indeed someone should be blamed it is yourself, not others.

"Then we eat together, Bi. I'm hungry too." Fatimah does not lie just to show herself to care. He was already hungry even though only half an hour ago a plate filled with rice, along with side dishes moved into his stomach.

Aiman smiled broadly. He then nodded happily when he was finally able to eat together with his wife. "Then we wait for Maira to finish drinking her milk. Only then do we eat. How's it?"

Fatimah agreed. Her bead then went downstairs, staring at the face of a tiny baby named Khumaira Baha Baseer. The first daughter of the Baseer family and will be a playmate of Hassan Baha Baseer.

"Abi, I want to apologize" said Fatimah suddenly. "I'm sorry, if I'm too childish for still feeling jealous of Ms. Aish."

Aiman looked at his wife's guilty face with a sad look. "It's not you who's wrong, Ummaya. But, Abi," she looks.

"Abi who should apologize for still continuing to imagine Aisyah. I'm .. I'm just afraid I'm gonna lose you, baby. So always close my eyes and my mind to cause the shadow of losing Ais that appears," explained Aiman with a sincere guilty look.

"Is that true, Bi?" fatimah asked with a hopeful face.

Aiman nodded. "You are the woman who will be my last port, Ummaya. Why would I lie. You've been an opium figure in my life. So, there will be no room in the heart, nor the mind to think of another woman."

Fatimah smiled haru. The jealousy could finally be melted as well after two weeks of closing his heart. "Umma's sorry, huh, Bi?"

"Yes, Honey. Abi also apologized, if there was something wrong all this time with you."

At last Aiman and Fatimah made up. Stares full of love and longing now they have given each other, even jokes began to fall from their lips until when the husband interjected.

"Keep, when can Abi love Umma?"