Wife For Faith

Chapter 70

"Where else should I look for work? There have been several places I have been, but they have always rejected me because of the age that is not young anymore. Huhhh …."

Aiman sat under a large tree in front of a shop. It has been two weeks since the man sought work, but there has been no result. Tired and thirsty he felt. The sun was right over his head, making him a little dizzy.

"I can't possibly just stand idly by, whereas my son and wife need money to buy this and that. I have to find work again. Complaining won't make me rich!" aiman encouraged himself again.

The man immediately moved to return to the streets of the city that looks crowded by people who want to shop, or just hangout with friends.

Aiman looked around, hoping for God's help to give him a job, or anything that made him money.

"My savings have also begun to diminish, there is no way I am interfering with the wife's efforts. Wanna put where my pride is, if it's the women who work in our marriage?"

Aiman clenched a firm hand with determined eyes to regain a bright future. He believed that God was always on the side of his people in need. It is impossible for the Creator to leave a person who believes in His power.

"Mas Asa, Maira, Ummaya .. pray that Abi can work quickly, well! Later, if we can, we can go for a walk again," he said full of longs when he saw their faces on the wallpaper of the man's phone.

"God's Masya. Just said, it turns out my wife is impatient to hear from me." He smiled when he found the caller id the wife was calling. Quickly, he looks for a seat to facilitate communication.

"Assalamualaikum, Umayyad." The face that was about to give up. Now immediately the spirit returns, especially after hearing the voice of his aware. Tiredness was immediately gone, changed with a burning fighting spirit to find work again.

Khumaira Baha Baseer is now almost two months old and is gurgling, let alone chubby cheeks of the baby who always stay away from Hassan can not bear to not bite the cheek of the sister.

"Then, Abi's getting back to work, yeah, honey. Titip children and ask for his prayers also for Abi, so that he can get a work call. Take good care of yourself at home. I love you and the kids. Love you," said Aiman with a big smile at how cute, and adorable their daughter.

In addition to looking directly, Aiman has also sent several applications to the department, or even to other institutions. However, until now there has been no news and it looks strange.

"Excuse me, Mas. Sorry, did you see my nephew?"

A soft voice suddenly rebuked Aiman who was looking at the face of Fatimah, as well as their two children. The man looked up and his body immediately fell backward.

"Astaghfirullah hal adzim. Conscious, Man! It must be just a hallucination!" Aiman slapped his own face when he saw the figure of a woman in a formal suit with a beautiful mane in the middle of looking at him confused.

"Mas, are you okay?"

"Far away! Please, don't be like this! You are calm there. So, I hope you don't come here anymore!" The man raved indistinctly to make a gesture of expelling to the woman who was clearly still treading on the ground.

The beautiful woman also nodded. He who intends to ask the whereabouts of the nephew also undoes his intentions, then leaves Aiman who behaves very strangely. "People, really, that's it," she sneered.