Wife For Faith

Chapter 72

“Halo good day, Sir. We are from TRASA Company HRD . Is this true with brother Aiman Baha Baseer?”

The man who had been playing together with Khumaira–anak both immediately woke up from a lying position. The eyes looked in shock, as well as pounding when they heard the caller coming from. Aiman's hands even shook, so inattentive to what he heard.

"Corn, Mom. Is this true from the HRD of the Company Feels?" asked Aiman with a trembling voice.

"Who, Bi?"

He immediately saw the face of the wife who was so curious about who the caller who had disturbed the togetherness of their small family.

“From Trasa's company, Darling. Wait, yeah!” he whispered so that the person across the phone would not hear his conversation with his wife.

Thank God, said the woman without a voice.

Fatimah immediately smiled and invited Aiman to accept the call. He returned to playing with his daughter. She was very pleased with the news that her husband had just received.

She also seems to be enjoying being a new mother in her life. He occasionally invites Khumaira to chat, chat, to play cilukba l, and others.

Aiman slightly shifted her seat to make the voice across the phone clearer, but still remained inside the room space.

“Sorry, Mom. Can be repeated again. Sorry, his voice was less clear," he said unpleasantly.

“So, look, sir. We have received a cover letter that you have sent–” Woman across the phone continues to say, and explain the purpose of the call, as well as what steps must be done by the applicant.

Aiman's face immediately sparkled, the lips were curved full day when the wait for several weeks was sweet. Although it has not been able to work directly because it has to pass a series of tests and interviews, at least it is much better.

“Good, Mom. I'll come in the morning. Thanks for the information. Good day.” The call closed with a burning feeling. The man then looked at the face of his wife and son excitedly.

"Darling!" yelled Aiman happy, then pulled his wife's body until now in a trap.

The man invites the woman to dance together, even Aiman is not ashamed to sing according to his heart.

Fatimah was of course surprised to see Aiman who was singing a fast tempo song, then followed by the next song. This time it was slower, even sounding so romantic, let alone that melodious voice as if making the wife hypnotized.

"Are you falling in love hearing my voice, hm?" In between the song that was being played, Aiman actually teased the wife so that it made the woman realize.

“This why, anyway?” fatimah asked when suddenly her body was hugged by her husband. "Kok, I think it's really exciting. Or, just don't-don't get out of the good news, yeah?"

The middle happiness struck Aiman's feelings until the clear crystal pooled, spilling unstoppable from the man's eye peluk. His lips continue to give thanks for all the blessings God has always given them.

“Abi got a call from Trasa Company, Darling,” he said, while holding back his happy tears.

“Iya, Darling. Abi was also very happy and grateful for all the blessings that God has given us all. Then this is also thanks to umma and children who never tired of praying for me. Thank you, dear."

Fatimah smiled, then pushed the body of the husband who was like a magnet to make it very difficult for them to stay away. "Your son is crying, Bi," she lamented when she heard Khumaira crying in her own bed.

Aiman did let go, but not to stay away. The man kept following and even brought the wife's body to sit on her lap.

"Abi, this is what I want to do first, Maira," said Fatimah because she was not free to move.

"But Abi wants this. Anyway, Maira's not a problem either. Isn't that right, kid?" aiman asked his daughter who had been silent when she was in the arms of the mother.

Fatimah could only sigh. Her husband, if I have already expressed his childish attitude, likes to defeat Hassan. Having to be extra patient does have a husband like Aiman Baha Baseer.

"You're doing a hell of a job, honey. So, pep doesn't eat, huh!" Aiman continued to give sweet kisses on the face of the wife to make the atmosphere that was full of days, become more cheerful.

“Abi,” whine Fatimah, “can't you let go of this body? I'd say if there was a mother, or Mas Asa saw her.”

The man nodded no matter. His chin rested comfortably on his shoulders and several times also stole a kiss on his wife's resigned face.

“No! Abi is again a grin. So, ummaya should be here for nemenin. Can't go anywhere. Or, umma don't like to see abi seneng?”

“Astaghfirullah hal adzim,” said Fatimah, shaking her head. “How can umma dare to do that. After all, have we not promised to be together under any circumstances? So, don't say anything, Bi!”

The lips were immediately whiny when they saw the free tirade given by the wife. Aiman always misses when Fatimah is nagging him. As there are sweet-sweet, but not advertising drinks that often wara-wiri on the glass screen as well.

"Huh, it's up to Abi, deh. Cape I take care of 3 babies at once."

"Well, that, dong. It's called a good wife and a good mother. Abi love Ummaya!" he shouted alone.

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"Hows it? Have you contacted him?"

"Already, Mom. He'll be here in the morning!"

"Tell me to come to my room tomorrow!"

"Good, Mom."