Wife For Faith

Chapter 8 Pass

A good partner is a partner who will always close their respective disgrace, not just indulge it.

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"Mom, Iman wanted to apologize if these words offended my mother a little. But, faith also does not want to just keep silent."

Siti who sat behind the wheel with Hassan on her lap immediately looked up. His grandson was asleep, after a day of playing with Fatima.

The middle-aged woman turned to the rearview mirror where her son was staring back at her. "Does this have anything to do with the mother's speech at Fatima's house?" the question is on target.

The man with the one baby nodded.

"Say! I'm not going to interrupt every word you say" she continued, looking down at her grandson affectionately.

Aiman looked back at his mother, but the middle-aged woman was rubbing Hassan's hair, chanting sholawat to his favorite grandson. This has become routine whenever they are traveling when the grandson sleeps on the road.

Usually, when at home, Hassan asked to read the story about the story of the Prophets. However, the book was not brought at this time. Therefore, only sholawat chanting as his replacement.

"I'm not ready to get married, Mom. Especially with Fatima." The word rejection is spoken in one breath. There are many reasons underlying him rejecting this matchmaking and one of them relates to the closeness of the woman with his ex-wife–Aisyah.

Not to underestimate the woman's temperament, but Aiman just did not want, or maybe could not open his heart to other women, other than Aisha. The love of the man is so great and difficult to share with other women.

Her priority for now is to raise Hassan, not find a companion. After all, he was already happy just living alone with his son.

"Indeed Fatima why? She is beautiful, smart, and also Sholehah. Isn't that what you've been looking for all this time?" Siti is a little bit anxious with Aiman who always evades and even rejects every woman he is betrothed to.

Aiman squeezed the steering wheel when again he felt desperate. He imagined how the woman was. Fatima is indeed very included in the criteria of a dream wife and mother for every man, even he must be grateful if it is calculated to be a widower husband. Please underline, widower.

"Yes, Mom. Faith knows. But, for now–"

A heavy sigh just blew from the nose of Aiman. She was at a loss for words to refute again every utterance from her mother Siti–.

"You must not be selfish, boy! Who says Hassan doesn't need a mother? Says who?" The middle-aged woman knew very well how her granddaughter felt all along, especially after starting to enter kindergarten. The face was getting more and more moody, as if meeting new friends did not make him excited, let alone just to play.

Search by search, it turns out his grandson is often trapped in school because he was never picked up by his mother. However, the boy was silent, not complaining to anyone.

"The mother who nurtured her all this time knew how she would often cry alone in the room without anyone knowing. He who sheds tears without a sound, without roaring that which actually makes the heart of the mother slashed, son." Eventually the emotion exploded. Siti cried looking at Hassan with grief.

"I know you're just closing your eyes, son. I know that all this time you also knew about the bullying. I also know, if you've only been pretending to be indifferent all this time, man." Collapse has been Siti's defense wall all this time. He smothered his mouth so that the stuffing would not disturb Hassan's soft body beside him.

"Why, Son? Why can you be that thick on yourself? I'm sure, Aisyah up there also wants happiness that is worthy of you and her child. So, don't be so hard on your heart, man! Just think about all this again. If you refuse him this time, "the hose.

"Mom promised never to match you with anyone again, son," he said resignedly, then the face was immediately turned towards the road.

Crying over the state of his son and grandson, but what was thought was indifferent.

She gave up on finding a good mother for her granddaughter. However, if Aiman does not intend to open a new page again with other women, what can be done. He will not force.

Aiman himself was stunned. His mind became unsettled, even he held tightly to the steering wheel so as not to look like his raging mind. He looked back at the rearview mirror to see his mother and Hassan. But what he found was the child's back.

When did the body turn away from him? Is .. ah that's impossible. Aiman shook his head. Where could his son listen to every chat with his mother.

Without Aiman and Siti knowing. Hassan was crying in silence. The tears came back again and again. He again remembered the figure of his mother along with his best friend–Fathimah. The boy was indeed very comfortable and even really liked the figure of the adult woman.

However, if his father does not agree to marry the woman. Hassan relented and promised to be a strong and uncouth man so as not to become a burden to his father, as well as his grandmother.