Wife For Faith

Chapter 77

Aiman's body is now lying weakly on the clinic bed of building A. After the beating, the man was immediately taken by his friends to get help.

Everyone saw the pity on the new boy who in order to protect Trisa-vendor from his company– had to get bleeding in the head. They did not think that the insanity of Ozi–si beating– perpetrators bore fatal fruit.

The man, dark eyes because of the heartache once inscribed by Trisa who insulted Ozi Dekit and ugly man. Now, he's taking it out on innocent people.

What a pity Aiman's fate.

The victim himself suffered a wound to the back of the head until he fainted. While the man, finally brought by the security to be questioned because it has caused a commotion.

“Sus, why hasn't he realized yet?” Trisa accompanied by Mr. Somad waited anxiously beside Aiman's bed. The faces of the two people looked worried so they could not just sit still in a chair, let alone the woman.

“Maybe in a minute, Mom. We also cannot predict when patients will wake up. Because all of this was also with the permission of the One Above," he said with a small smile. "Mother should just wait outside because the patient still needs rest because it draws a lot of blood earlier," added the nurse.

"But, Sus …." Trisa was about to refuse, but the woman's lips immediately stopped speaking as Aiman's co-worker interrupted her conversation.

“Good, Sus. We will wait outside.” Mr. Somad finally chose to obey and came out first from the nursery of the friend. Although Aiman is a new child, but they feel like family.

“Mari, Bu!” take her to Trisa who is pouting. Lah, this is the guy why is he glaring at me? Is it wrong, huh? After all, he also has nothing to do with Faith. Why in fact, cake, so a frantic wife wriggled her husband into the hospital.

"All right." Trisa walked with her head bowed sadly. In fact, he did not want to leave, let alone be far from Aiman.

The hijab-wearing woman felt Aiman's sacrifice like a white equestrian prince coming from an imaginary land. Rela died to protect the Princess. Really, re-imagining the events in the canteen made the diaphragm inside Trisa's body feel almost uncontrollable. Tight, but so opiate.

"Wake up, baby! I'll always wait for you here" he explained, then those eyes kept glancing back where the aura still lay weak.

“Can't one of us wait for a patient?” Trisa immediately held the hand of the snag nun who wanted to close the door of the clinic. The eyes looked expectantly to be allowed to be in a room with the prince riding.

However, the sister shook her head. "Sorry, Mom. I just run what my boss says. If you're going to wait, there's a chair!" he pointed to the long chair in front of the clinic.

S14l4! If I don't want this in someone's office .. I've already kicked it sister! her curse held in annoyance as she was told to wait outside.

“Baillah. But, if later the patient is conscious, please tell me, Sus!” he tried to smile, though he was not sure what his face was like at the moment.

“Good, Bu.” After that, the nurse closed the door slowly, while the two people chose to look from the outside.

Mr. Somad looked at Trisa's face with a judging look. He was not stupid to interpret the look that was now being displayed by the woman. He shook his head, then smiled cynically.

“Bu Trisa,” call Mr. Somad with a friendly smile.

“Before I apologized, Mom. Not intending to interfere, but I just wanted to remind,” his jade with cold eyes towards the haughty woman in front of him. "This faith is a married man and you shouldn't have feelings for him!"

The woman's eyes immediately widened. Surprised at what the old man in front of him had just said. He smiled mockingly, then pointed to himself with a face of disbelief. "I" he said smiling cynically.

"I'm sorry, Mr. .. I don't know what your name is. But, here is a mistake that seems to have to be resolved immediately." Trisa who was already angry with the hijab she was wearing immediately draped to the back.

Mr. Somad himself undaunted to face the haughty woman–it is not a hoax, but indeed the reality– in front of him. He just stood relaxed, folding both hands in front of the chest and then looking at Trisa's sinister face.

Trisa moves her stiff face, then turns her head to the right and left until her tense muscles relax again. "Do you not know who I am?"

"No matter who you are, but you should be ashamed of what you're wearing, or .. All this is just imaging!" he continued smiling sideways.

Trisa clenched both her hands full of anger. Those eyes stared hatefully at the back of the old man who had dared to comment on the appearance, as well as his intention to approach Aiman. "We'll see. Me, or he'll be chosen by her."

***

"Silence, Fatimah. Faith must be fine. You don't have to worry like that!" Siti clasped the fist of her beloved daughter-in-law. He was also anxious, but he still had to think healthy to be a backup for the mother-daughter one.

Fatimah smiled among her grief. He nodded without daring to make a sound because he was unsure of himself, if he opened his mouth it was a cry that would break.

The woman's hand, patting Khumaira's body in her arms. Hasan was being held by his grandmother.

Now, the car driven by Mr. Supri is driving along with other vehicles to Aiman's work site. It had been only a month that the man was working, but was already getting calamity.

Wanting to blame fate, it was very unlikely, then who should Fatimah blame? Himself, or who?

Wait for me, Bi. Ummaya will definitely come to see you. You're gonna be okay, aren't you?

Fatimah's feelings are increasingly mired in grief, especially after hearing which wounds were obtained by the husband. Head ... and it will definitely have a big enough impact for the owner of the body. Fear of the loss of memory of the husband is tickling his mind.

"Abi, I hope you won't forget me! Remember, Bi! There are Maira and Mad Asa who need your figure here. Please, don't forget us!" hopefully it will be soft and all of that will be heard by Siti.

"Faith must be fine, son. Don't worry too much!" His advice, with a small smile.

Fatimah nodded, but also hesitated. "I hope, Mom," she replied as if mumbling to herself.