Wife For Faith

Chapter 69

"Gee, sick, baby!" The man's eyes were in pain, but then he leaned his face against the shoulder of the wife who was patting Khumaira's back.

"Don't mess around, Bi. My puerperium is not finished yet."

Just now that they're better, is there going to be another inner war?

Aiman chuckled amusedly, then kissed the top of his wife's head. "Ah, it feels like a long time did not hurt you, dear,” he said, then tightened his arms around Fatimah's waist.

Fatimah smiled, then looked at the face of Khumaira who was now asleep again. Their child's face is very similar to that of their husband. From the eyes, nose, to the hair is exactly the same. “He looks a lot like you, Bi.”

“That's a sign you love me so much, baby. That's why Maira looks so much like me,” her reply was full of confidence.

“Trust you, Sir. ” Both eyeballs Fatimah rotates carelessly to the husband's speech. “Part of research from which try the face of the child resembles a husband, means his wife loves to die.”

Aiman raises his shoulders without moving away from his wife. “Peduli very much with that research, because what I know ... you are my bid. So, no need to love who is the biggest here.”

“Abi first who said,” said Fatimah did not want to budge.

“Iya-iya, sorry. Abi apologize if you have done wrong.”

“Ckckck, who's wrong with you, Bi.” The nature of the truest girl begins to emerge from Fatimah and that is very rare. This of course makes Aiman gaping wide.

Surprised it seems the husband saw the wife began to dare to joke. Aiman just grimaced to see it

Aiman tried to smile even though it looked like it was forced.

Patience, Man! You guys just got better. You don't want to, right, if later at night sleep just slumped like two weeks ago?! the Aiman reminded.

“Temenin eat, yuk!” invite Aiman to try to divert the conversation.

Mood Fatimah is indeed a little up and down after giving birth, sometimes good, sometimes also bad. Her name is also mothers, moreover she is breastfeeding exclusively. Of course, it takes energy and a good mood to be able to face life.

It's different if the mood is bad. Fatimah would remain silent, without commenting. Want to be sad, or happy, the expression shown is only silent. Aiman did not want to see him again. Enough and he won't see her again.

“Yuk, Maira sleeps!” Fatimah's hand was immediately pampered in Aiman's arm.

"Where, Honey? Isn't your puerperium not quite .. arghhh, sick, Ummaya." Aiman immediately grimaced in pain as the wife pinched his waist mercilessly. There was nothing wrong with her words, but the woman gave her loving attention.

"Well to eat alone or be accompanied?" There was no joke in Fatimah's face so that made Aiman's lips immediately frowned funny.

"Let's just that. Why is she given a gentle touch?" ask the man.

"You nanya? You're wondering? Here, yes, I'll tell you. If Mas Iman's haircut is a cepmek model, yeah. Cepak blooms."

Swahahaha

Without being prevented, Aiman laughed so hard that he woke up the little guy–Khumaira who had just fallen asleep. The sound of laughter and crying of the baby seemed to make Fatimah's ears ngebug in an instant.

"UPS, sorry, Honey!" Aiman's laughter stopped. The once radiant face now turned pias when he saw the horror face of his wife.

"Eat it yourself!" After that, Fatimah left the room, holding the body of Khumaira who was still crying as he pleased. The woman was so tired, but the husband just seemed to wake the little guy up. "Abi sucks!"

The sound of the door slamming from outside made Aiman's body instantly fall on the mattress. His face was so clear as to imagine going back to sleep without hugging his wife later that night. He patted his lips many times because he had already woken the sleeping lion.

"Basic stupid! Already know the mood of your wife was up and down the rollercoaster cake. But, still like to abstain," he said memelas.

The attitude and nature of Aisyah is indeed quite different from Fatimah. One calm, gentle, the other like a tomboyish woman who sometimes likes to be careless. However, there are so many things that can make men to fall in love with Fatimah, namely the nature to the point and mandiri.

"Absolutely, bye, ah. Gini is very well if it has been the transmission of the wife's gesrek, but do not look at the icon. Nelongso tenan I Iki, Rek-Rek! Urip kok, Yo, koyo ngene," said Aiman like a person who will get a verdict of the judge.