Wife For Faith

The bb 81

"Who An– Ayesha …." The woman's mouth immediately gaped with both eyeballs no less wide. His body was dazed backwards when he saw with his own eyes if the person who had died long ago actually stood with his feet resting on the ceramic floor.

"Mom called me?" The woman who was carrying a bouquet of flowers also looked confused in the direction around. However, the hospital hallway was still quiet and there was only him and the mother in front of him.

"It's a mother's no longer a dream, is it, son?"

Trisa is actually uncomfortable and wants to pull the woman's hand from her face. Hey, this is the face that every month has to go in and out of the beauty clinic. Not just anyone can touch it. However, he tried to restrain himself, only for today because he was being happy.

Why is his face so familiar? Or, maybe he had something to do with that Aiman, huh? Uh, is she his mother? The thought instantly flashed as he assessed the look on the face of the middle-aged woman before him.

"Sorry, Mom. Do we know each other?" Trisa felt that this woman was not just anyone. If that was true, then this was a huge coincidence.

The middle-aged woman's forehead frowned. "I am Siti, the mother of Aiman, son. Did you forget about me?"

Goodgood. Once paddled, two, three islands were surpassed. In addition to being able to get close to Aiman, it turns out that he can also approach the man's mother.

"Oh, so you're the mother of Mas Iman, anyway. Introduce …." Trisa's hand is stretched out in front of Siti. "I am Trisa Abdullah."

Both of the female eyeballs instantly widened. He looked at the hand that was waiting for his handshake with a clumsy feeling. The person who was thought to have woken up from death, turned out to be different.

Siti looked down apologetically, then smiled awkwardly with a reddened face. "I'm sorry, son. I've really done something disrespectful to you. I'm guessing you're one of our relatives."

Trisa immediately shook her head. He would never willingly let go of this golden opportunity wasted. "It's okay, Mom. Some people think I am someone else. But, its ok. As long as it makes them happy, I'm happy too." Cheih, which there belongs to make my hands and face itch because it is held equally dirty hands.

Siti bit her lower lip. Why does he remind me so much of my late daughter-in-law? His gaze changed softly. Realizing that he had indeed quite missed the meek figure of Aisyah.

“Thank you, Son. Once again I apologize for making you confused,” he said sungkan, “Nak Trisa is going to go? Are there any friends, or relatives treated here?”

Trisa smiled sweetly. “I'm here to visit my friend, Bu.”

“Owalah, if that's why I'm sorry for making this Trisa Nak even so durable here.” Siti patted Trisa's shoulder with reflexes. “Ow, sorry, Son. This hand likes it, if again by the way.”

“I'm like that too, Mom. Sometimes we like our own reflexes, Mom. Especially if again there is an interesting chat, surely like to forget yourself,” said Trisa as if she is a social creature who has many friends.

Although the truth is that Trisa's friend can be counted on the fingers. For those who claim to be friends, it's just a shame that always interferes with his life all this time. Friends do not have morals because it comes when there is a button only.

Meanwhile, Fatimah who had just come out of the door of her husband's room was astonished by the in-laws who were chatting casually with a Muslim woman. Judging from the robe, as well as a fairly long hijab.

“Whose mother is talking to, yah?” ask Fatimah to yourself.

“What's up, Ummaya? Why don't we go?” Aiman asked when the wheelchair he was sitting in did not move anymore, but they intended to go to the balcony of the hospital that was transformed like a garden so that patients felt calm there.

“It, Bi. Who are you talking to, yah?” Fatimah pointed at the two women who were at the turn towards the room of the husband.

“Mana, anyway?” Aiman saw it too. However, because the mother who was standing right in front of the foreign woman, she finally could not know the person. “Already, Baby. Maybe it's just one of the children of her friend's mother. We better go to the park!”

“Sorry, Bi. Sometimes my mother's kepo soul likes to be curious, if you see the strange little,” said Fatimah, smiling brightly.

Aiman who for now has not been able to tilt his head back can only smile. “You're all there, anyway, honey. If you don't want me to get sick again, I've sosor you, Ummaya!”

“Yes, geez, Bi. That's why the mind always goes there. Shame on ants who hear it.” The two cheeks of Fatimah had reddened to hear the words of her husband.

“Abi doesn't care about ants. Because there's only one of you in my life, honey. Because this love is only for you, Ummaya.”

Again, Aiman made Fatimah feel flying until she found it very difficult to stand on the ground. “How can you, anyway, Bi,” he replied, then turned to another direction as long as not the husband.

“Loh, where are you going?”

“Eh, you ..!”