Wife For Faith

Chapter 84

"Excuse me, package!"

The voice of the courier and the sound of the bell in the house owned by the Baseer family alarmed the homeowner who was having breakfast in the dining room to stop for a moment.

They looked at each other, and the son-in-law stood up to open the door.

"Let's go, Fa!" Siti tried to restrain Fatimah who was about to leave the dining room.

"No need, Grandma. Let ummaya take it!" prevent the son-in-law with his friendly smile.

Siti herself just put her shoulders back and fed the rice into her mouth.

"Come, sorry nitip maira for a second, yeah!" the wife's permission without.reducing respect for the husband.

Aiman himself received the baby who was being carried by the wife with a wide smile. After all, this Khumaira was too unwilling to be far from her father. As a result, Aiman must be clever to spend a lot of time for the baby.

Luckily the wound on the head has begun to heal even though it is not total, only a little pain remains.

"Ready, Ummaya. Maira's safe with her brother!" Aiman smiled broadly as the little one was giggling amusedly in his lap.

Siti who saw Aiman's behavior just shook her head. He looked towards the son-in-law who had already left the dining room with a slight dislike. Now, they stay. He, Hassan, Aiman, and the bontot Khumaira. A grin was immediately reflected on one corner of his lips.

"Bi, are you still seeing Trisa?" ask Siti a little curious. "Suddenly, I miss seeing her."

Aiman's hand tickling Khumaira's body stopped. His face looked up, staring at the look of his mother who was waiting with a strange look.

"Mother not wrong?" ask Aiman back.

Siti shaking.

Aiman gave a long sigh. "Mom, she's not Ayesha. He was just a stranger who had nothing to do with Ayesha, or our family. Besides, if Fatimah had heard this, she would have been hurt, ma'am," she explained.

Siti. He then put his spoon on the remaining plate half, then left the dining room with annoyance.

"What's wrong, anyway? What's wrong with asking like that? Besides, Fati also has no right to be angry with mom. There was only a daughter-in-law, not the Queen here," the middle-aged woman grumbled, as she walked towards her room.

Aiman tried to calm down to pat the little one's back so that his crying subsided. Those eyes also stared sadly at the wooden door that was now tightly closed. He did not understand why his mother had changed as she was now.

"Why granny, Bi?" Hassan who saw the mood change from his grandmother immediately asked. He also felt, that some days this middle-aged woman often ostracized mother he continued.

"Grandmother also yesterday temurin umma. Though umma accidentally swore soy sauce to the floor. Kan, umma so sad," Hassan fought with pouting lips.

Hassan was a child, but he was not stupid to see his grandmother begin to change. However, he chose silence with a feeling of disappointment.

"Dad don't know either, son. But, later Abi will try to ask grandma. So, Mas Asa doesn't have to worry like that. Ok?" Aiman comforts the moody Hassan. She knew that her first child was very close to her grandmother. Therefore, he was the first person to be disappointed when he saw the change in mood of his grandmother.

Hassan also understood. He chose to stir up the leftovers on the plate. Appetite was lost along with the departure of Grandma Siti. The middle-aged woman who had been considered as a surrogate mother after Aisyah's return to the lap of the Khaliq.

Meanwhile, unexpectedly Fatimah apparently heard small talk from the child and mother, and the grandson. He squeezed his long negligee with a raging feeling.

Not lost the sense of surprise when opening the contents of the package that turned out to contain a chicken carcass with a lot of blood covered, now a new problem arises again.

Fatimah is also not stupid to feel the change of her mother-in-law and all that happened since the arrival of the woman like the late first wife Aiman–suamiinya. Siti changes though not much, but it is clearly felt and affected in the heart.

"Lord, please help your servant! Keep my family away from those who intend to destroy the harmony of this family! Do not let this relationship crack just because there is a third party that does not like our happiness!" Please, while rubbing the clear crystal with the bottom hijab.

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"Hows it? Did you send the package?"

"Breaks, Mom!" replied the man dressed in black with a grinning smile.

"good. In that case, don't let the woman's life be quiet for a day!" said the woman with a bow.

The lips that were being gagged with one cigarette were riding triumphantly, then he blew his smoke into the air.

"Feel you, Fatimah. This is what you'll get if you don't listen to me forsaking Faith!" he said with a mysterious grin.