Wife For Faith

Chapter 82

Fatimah's body was almost backward at the time. When looking with her own eyes, there was the figure of Aisyah in front of them. It was even more shocking to see Aiman know the woman. What other conspiracy is this?

Now, she and Aiman are in her husband's room. After a short meeting with a figure similar to the ex-wife of the husband–Trisa Abdullah.

"Ummaya," call Aiman. The man's hand is now gently rubbing the head covered with a cream-colored hijab. "What's wrong? Why do you ignore me?"

"Oh. No, really, Mas. Mas laper's? Want Fati to get you something?" fatimah asked nervously because she found out her husband was daydreaming.

Aiman knows that the woman in front of him is not okay. Very visible from the focuslessness in accompanying the husband today. He also began to guess if this Fatimah mood change occurred since the arrival of Trisa this morning.

A beautiful woman who looks like her husband's first ex-wife. Not to mention the closeness of the in-laws who seemed like they had known each other for a long time, or maybe just because the faces of Trisa and Aisyah were similar to make Siti be a close treat.

"My wife." Again, Aiman had to call Fatimah because the woman still did not fully realize she had ignored him.

"Come here!" The man patted his thighs as if asking his wife to sit on his feet.

Fatimah obediently sat on Aiman's lap, then let the husband's hand curl around his waist.

"Are you thinking about that woman?" ask Aiman straight to the heart of the matter.

Fatimah who was bowing her face nodded without hesitation.

"Then, what makes you ignore your husband, hm?" ask again.

The face immediately lifted. He shook his head in panic. "Sir, Bi. How could Fati dare to ignore her own husband," he seemed.

"Related?" aiman asked, giving a light k3cup over the wife's lips.

"Pig!" fatimah protest when her husband likes to steal c1um4n on his sex lips.

"Why? You're still ashamed of being kissed the same yourself?" This man's question sounded like he was rubbing a woman on his lap and getting a free pinch from Fatimah.

"It's not like that, Bi." Fatimah groaned confused as to what to answer. He stood up to avoid Aiman's lewd gaze. However, the man seemed not to allow the wife to be away from him.

The woman herself does not matter if the husband kisses her at any time. But please give him a cue. His heart still likes mleyot, if given sweet things like that.

"Darling, you don't have to worry about that woman. Whatever their faces look like, I will still choose you. Because Aish himself is dead. There is no reincarnation like in the movies. There is only one woman in my heart now, which is you .. Fatimah Azzahra," said softly and sincerely.

Fatimah does not believe in the words of her husband, but the behavior of women out there who seem to like to find trouble with being a male wrestler of people.

She strongly believes that the husband will not turn away from her, but the name of the man if kept too long will be destroyed as well.

Hopefully this doesn't happen to my husband! hope in the heart.

"Darling, don't you trust me?" The man's hand now pulled the chin of the wife who had just been silent, leaning comfortably on her shoulder. "Am I sebr3ngs3k in your eyes?"

Fatimah nodded. His face was really sad. Behind her beauty, intelligence, Fatimah is also an ordinary woman who will feel insecure, especially the woman who is approaching her husband has an angel spec, just like the first wife of Aiman.

"I'm in a jealous phase, Bi. So shut up and you hug me enough! I don't need promises, or mere words. Because in fact, what I need now is action from you," he replied honestly.

Their eyes looked at each other. Seeking where each other is in the life of his partner.

"If that's what you want, Abi will prove it" Aiman replied, then brought the face to get closer.

The man's hand rubbed his woman's waist so gently, just as the two senses are now doing. They do not talk much, but directly evidenced by action.

Channeling all the feelings of sadness that was racing in his heart cavity. Destroying all the problems that are stopping in the relationship of two couples who are exchanging s4l1v4 on a wheelchair.

The scenery will certainly always be beautiful if done by a married couple without hurting, or hurting. Give sincere love, selflessly, without asking for anything in return. That is the meaning of true love.

Giving without asking for a reply.

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"Send these flowers to their home! I want to give that woman a gift that will definitely make her day worse!"

"Good, Boss!"