Wife For Faith

Chapter 74

A few days later, Fatimah received a call from her boutique employee at Sakura Road. They told him if there was someone who wanted to meet him and could not be represented. As a result, he is now in his room on the second floor along with Khumaira.

Don't ask where her husband is? Because it had been two days Aiman went to Kalimantan for work. Yes, finally the husband managed to get a place in the office of a foreign company. However, with the condition for two weeks of training there.

Weight, anyway. However, if it is all for the sake of children and wives, of course they must accept. Luckily, Fatimah allowed this time. Unlike when going to interview at Trasa Company, or it is just their reason alone. Who knows only them.

"Good day, Ma'am. Sorry, lama. It was jammed in the street." The Muslim-clad woman immediately sat on a single sofa next to the guest who had occupied a long sofa with the assistant. "Include me, I'm Fatimah. The owner of this shop."

Women with a simple fashion style-dress without arms up to half a knee– ala-ala Korean women smile sweetly. Is it really so much different from what the boutique owner wears, or is he misplaced? Could be.

He greeted the boutique owner politely. "I am Trisa Abdullah" she said briefly, then carved a grinning smile.

Fatimah smiled awkwardly as the woman in front of her stared so intensely at her. What does his gaze mean? Why is it as if I am being judged by him? Unfortunately, the question can only be asked in the heart, not directly.

"So, Miss Trisa, what is the need, come here?" ask Fatimah to the point. Ignoring the aura of competition that made the woman amazed.

"Dian, sorry can you take care of Maira for a minute?" ask her to her confidant.

Dian who just finished serving drinks to the boss smiled. Without being asked twice, he immediately took Maira in a sling out of the room.

Meanwhile, Trisa and her assistant were still inside Fatimah's room. They remained silent and looked around the interior of the boutique owner's room. They are quite impressed because the design is quite good and not excessive.

"So, what can I help you with, Miss Trisa?" Again, Fatimah tried to ask because her first question was not answered by the woman in front of her.

"So gini, yeah, Ma'am …."

"Fatimah," replied the veiled woman of the mocca was friendly.

"Ah, yes." Trisa nodded in understanding as if she had just heard the name. "So, my arrival here it asked this Fatimah Mbak to cooperate with my company. Especially after looking through your collection of clothes that are in front .. I'm sure this will definitely get a big advantage for you."

Fatimah smiled at Trisa's explanation. This was not the first time an offer came to him, but he could not focus on spreading his wings. Now, the offer is coming back and the fashion company is no doubt of its quality.

"But, I am so sorry to you. Because my boutique has not been able to accept the offer terse–"

"Why?"

Fatimah jumped in shock as the woman in front of there shouted quite loudly. She commented with a smile as Trisa seemed misbehaved aware of her poor reflexes.

"I'm sorry, I was just in shock earlier," Trisa said with a stiff smile. "But if I may know why you turned down my offer? Is your offer less attractive?"

Fatimah nodded. "It's not like that. It's just that for now I'm lacking time to take care of those things. My priority is family. So, sorry I refused."

Trisa silently clenched her hands beside her thighs. He didn't know if he would get a rejection like this. His legs were then lifted up to disguise his feelings of regret. Those eyes looked expressionlessly at the hijab-wearing figure who was waiting for his answer.

"Are you sure you won't regret it?" Trisa tried to find doubt in Fatimah's clear and shady eyes. However, he clucked in annoyance as he knew what kind of answer would come out of the woman's mouth.

"Sorry, Ma'am."

Damnit. Why do I have to deal with two persistent people like them? Can't one of the two be stupid, which makes it easy for me to make their relationship tenuous.

There was actually one thing that became odd in the heart of Fatimah when she first looked at the guest. Trisa's face seemed to remind her of the past of the husband. However, this difference in the version is more open in terms of appearance.

There was a sense of wanting to ask, but hesitated to lock his mouth to remain silent. However, this tongue seems to be very difficult to stop. "Trisa's sister does she have a sister?" The lips are immediately folded when it has done stupidity.

"No. I'm an only child. Wh why? Is there something wrong with my face?" Trisa looked at Fatimah with a strange look. It was as if something was being covered so that it made his soul soar upwards.

"Oh, no. I just asked just the origin," elak Fatimah, smiling awkwardly.

Is something weird? Trisa looked at the assistant and the woman as if knowing what to do also nodded in understanding.

Ma'am Ais, I hope this is not something that makes Mas Iman feel doubtful!