Wife For Faith

Chapter 79

Aiman looked at the green expanse in front of him with a questioning look. The sound of a waterfall accompanies each step towards a large tree that is so shady, and thick shade chairs made of wood. Under the tree there is a figure of a woman in a white dress and shining sitting still, while looking back.

“Who is he? And why am I here? Where are my wife and children? Fatimah, Mas Asa, Maira!” frustrated screams.

His two manics circled around once more. Trying to remember his whereabouts now. However, he was sure that there was no place as beautiful as this in the world. So, where is he now? Or is this called heaven?

“Means, I'm dead?” Her steps were close enough to the figure that was turning her back. “Areally I'm dead? Ah, this is impossible. I must be in the dream realm,” the emotions are starting to get scared.

“Abi.”

The ear immediately recognized the voice of who was calling out to him. His eyes circled to find where the woman known as Fatimah was. Aiman started shivering in fear as everything looked so strange before his eyes.

“Ummaya! Where are you? Abi here, Umma.” Aiman's vibrating voice indicates that he is indeed stirring because he did not find the existence of the wife. “Please take me away from this place, dear! I'm afraid, I don't want to be alone here.”

Again the woman's voice re-entered Aiman's eardrum so that it made a squeak on the forehead appear when he heard it. The face was increasingly frustrated when he heard the sound of the cry of Fatimah, the woman who had now reigned in his heart.

“Ummaya, don't cry, dear! You make me feel like the most b3r3ngs3k man in the world. Relax, Umma! I'm gonna figure out a way to get out of here. You're patient, yes, honey. All will surely pass by alright!”

I don't know who that's for. Did Aiman say for his wife, or did he make himself in a frenzy?

Meanwhile, the figure who had been sitting on Aiman's back. Now it began to turn its shining body. Beautiful parasites, shady eyes, and also her beautiful smile make the light that is circling more bright.

Aiman immediately closed his eyes with one arm as a bright beam tried to break into his retina. “What is it?” his question was still unclear as to the figure that started to stand, walking up to him.

After the distance was close, then Aiman began to lower his arms to see the figure that was now in front. Bright light still perched around the body, but it did not make it difficult for the man to recognize the figure who had been missed every night.

“Ummi ... is that really you?” Aiman asked with wide-spherical eyes. “Abi don't get me wrong see, right?”

The woman known as Aisyah smiled so beautifully when her husband recognized her. He nodded silently then led his ex-husband to the chair he had just worn.

Feelings of fear and want to return to Fatimah was immediately evaporated when he was able to be with the ex-wife. All men's minds are the same. Equally like the heart of women, selfish especially after meeting loved ones.

“Ummi, is that really you? Why would I be here? Am I dead?” asked Aiman who could no longer bear to ask many questions in his mind.

“Where to go back, Ummi? Don't you want to hug me? Don't you miss me, too?” Aiman looked at the beautiful and shining face with longing.

A beautiful curvy smile on the lips of the woman. “Sure I miss you guys so much, Bi. However, there is someone who needs you more now, Bi, and that person is not me, but the mother figure of your children.”

Aiman shook his head sadly. “You are also the mother of my son, dear. Can't we just stay here?”

The woman shook her head. “Abi, our nature is different. So, come back before you regret it later!”

“But, I love you a lot too, Ummi!” Aiman tried to express feelings that had not been thrown by the man for a long time to the figure of his wife.

“Iya, you know. But we can't be together anymore. Now, the person you should love is Fatimah, Bi. He has more right to have you, not me! Go, Mas! You should be by your wife's and daughter's side now. They need you more!” aisyah said with a sincere smile.

Aiman shook his head sadly. “But, I still miss you, Ummi!”

“Go home, Bi! I'll take you to the door you're supposed to be at, not here!”

Aiman could only look down sad when his ex-wife took him away. On one hand, he wanted to be together with Aisyah. On the other hand, there was a family waiting for him. The man also now often heard the voice of Fatimah more clearly.

“Did you hear it, Bi? He is the one you should be guarding and protecting. Don't you ever hurt him! Especially because of another woman!” aisyah was sad.

Aiman also nodded. “I'm sorry, Ummi.”

“I apologize to your wife, Bi. He deserves all your sincerity, not me. Blessed are you there, I will monitor you from up here!”

Aiman nodded apologetically, then was about to head towards the bright door. But a hand prevented it. “What's up, Ummi?”

“Never hurt Fatimah, Bi!” After that the bright figure disappeared, changing with darkness that made the man speechless about the intent of Aisyah's words.

“Abi, I love you!” The voice was as if the key from the door that had earlier called Aiman to quickly return from his subconscious.

“Ummaya,” his murmur shook as the two eyelids began to slowly open.