Wife For Faith

Chapter 71

After a few seconds passed, the man finally released the palm that had covered his two maniacs to see the world. His roar still looked anxious, plus nervous was still engulfing.

Fyuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. “Luck he's gone.” There is relief emanating from there. But in a blink of an eye it dimmed as he looked ahead where he could clearly see a long-lost figure.

The tired streak on his handsome face seemed to answer if Aiman was still weak when faced with his past. The time where he loved his wife–Aisyah so much that he did not willingly have to part with death.

Again, Aiman let out a heavy sigh. He tried to neutralize the dudun-dugun taste in the heart after seeing the beautiful figure. His face was raised towards the sky, looking with a face of incredible pain.

“Yes God, why are you doing all this to me? He's dead, but why does it look so real today standing in front of me. Is this a mirage you created to make me weak? If yes ... congratulations, you have succeeded!”

Aiman sat speechless with trembling lips holding back a cry. He felt crazy and guilty at the same time. A few months ago he made the fatal mistake of hurting Fatimah's feelings. Now he doesn't want to repeat it again.

Ayesha is dead and obviously they live in two different realms. Surely that which has not been will never return until any time, unless Allah wills. But it will still be impossible.

“Forget, Man! You can't think of anything that clearly doesn't exist. Let him be happy with him there. Now all you have to do is find a job. Because your life is not a government dependant, let alone a neighbor.”

Still can the guy joking around at a crucial time like this.

“Come, get up and quickly find work!” The hand was clenched with determination. Forgetting the thing that was disturbing, then facing a future that is very difficult to guess.

The wheel is turning. Sometimes above, sometimes below. Just like human life in general. Today he can laugh happily because the success he has long sought comes to approach in a row. However, if God wills anything can happen, including making the rich fall and fall back to his original life.

Therefore, every human being must have gratitude for what he has now and then.

“Maybe this is one of God's rebukes to me that once hurt my wife the first time we met. I was a fool for almost wasting a good woman and a sholehah like her. But,” his Jeda, then looked at the face of Fatimah who was on the screen of his phone.

“You are the woman who has awakened me to the vastness of this world. You're the one who taught me not to act stupid just for always burying myself in the past that will certainly never come back

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“That's the real person why, huh? Kok, writhing I've been squirming ghosts, anyway. Aish, I'm so offended that I'm likened to an invisible being. Just be careful if I meet later, I prove who is the real Trisa Abdullah,” he said fiery with eyes panicked full of annoyance to the man he met yesterday.

The woman who today wore a sports bra, as well as tight legging pants wrapped her legs was busy grumbling over the treadmil. Sweat has been poured so that it makes the soft white skin more visible sparkle.

The eyes of the adam who were both in the Gym place had not previously released the view of the dullness of Trisa Abdullah's body. Son of Romanian couple and Toni Abdullah will always be a magnet wherever he is.

“Nona, may I ask for a number that can be contacted?”

Trisa looked at the man standing beside her treadmill with a judging look. A sneer full of scorn was directly on her beautiful face. Deliberately, the 27-year-old woman rubbed her sweaty neck with a towel in her hands sensually.

The reaction of the man beside him was already mupeng and ready to pounce on the prey. Trisa who was so in love with herself grinned triumphantly. Gotchas! Who, the hell, is a stupid man who will not fall in love with Trisa Abdulah. A reliable businessman who will always be the queen in the business world, he said confidently.

The ringing of the phone in front of her made Trisa aware of her daydream. Without compassion, he drove away the perverted man who had been waiting for him to give him his phone number. "Who dares to act like a rich man who can get my attention" she sneered.

The eye again looked at the phone screen that displayed the name Satya–his personal secretary– called. Without stopping the treadmill, Trisa connected the bluetooth speaker to the call. After that, the man's voice sounded in the woman's ears.

"Say!" tell him without further ado.

Trisa listens to every information given by Satya with one corner of her lips raised upwards. The head nodded in understanding what he should act. "okay."

The call has ended and now Trisa is looking at the city of Jakarta with a smile full of mystery. "Aiman Baha Baseer. See you!" ambiguous muttering.