Wife For Faith

Chapter 87

Fatimah went into the house after greeting her. She is still busy holding the first child of her husband, and the little–Khumaira in a sling.

"Umma, tomorrow we go to Grandma's house again, okay? It's exciting there. Many toys," said the first baby cheerfully.

"Mas Asa happy?" ask the mother, while still shaking one hand.

"Oh. Anyway tomorrow we go to sono again, yes, Umma. Mas Asa wants to play again with grandpa." Again, Hassan seemed to endlessly tell how happy he was to play together with his grandparents. Not because here unhappy, but this is all thanks to the creativity of Umar in inviting the grandson in playing.

Fatimah listened to every utterance from Hassan as if she were not bored. They continued to step inside until they arrived in the living room. She froze when she heard clearly how Julia's mother-in-law was behind her.

Fatimah then turned to Hassan who was still not aware of the voice of Grandma Siti and Abi Aiman who was arguing. He then turned the destination to the child's room.

"Well, come here?" hassan asked as his body was pulled into his own room. "Mas Asa, right, the storyteller to abi and grandmother, Umma," he added in a whining tone.

The woman tried to smile even though the reality was very difficult. His mind had already branched out, either silent, or advanced to defend itself.

"Mom!" Hassan is still trying to ask his mother to take him to meet with his grandmother and Abi. "Asa meng is out!"

Patience, Fa! You can definitely have a problem like this. After all, there are still Maira and Mas Asa by your side! it seemed to know what was in

a Scandal by Fatimah.

Not to mention Hassan who continued to whine making Fatimah's head almost want to break. The woman immediately took a deep breath, then threw it out of her mouth. The eyes immediately opened after being tightly closed.

"Mas Asa isn't this heart of PR?" Fatimah knows very well if the boy is quite a perfectionist. Therefore, he tried to find the right reason for Hassan to be quiet and focused.

"Ah, Mas Asa forgot."

Bingo. A smile was immediately reflected small from the lips of Fatimah. He immediately led Hassan's small body to his study table and then took the backpack, and handed it to the child.

"If so, Mas Asa the story tomorrow, deh. Now want to do PR first," said Hassan who had started to see the matter on the LKS sheet.

"Mom, all this time Fatimah has never influenced Mas Iman to do such a thing. Fati is also not the obscure women who are like mother meant. I am willing to be his wife because I want to build a sadinah household, mawadah and warahmah" Fatimah explained, tearfully.

City cares? No. gabe. He stared at the daughter-in-law with a cynical look. Original. The gentle and affectionate manner that used to be often aimed at the son-in-law, changed by one hundred and eighty degrees. What an undeserved performance to emulate.

"Everyone, if again in a desperate condition will definitely talk like that. Not maybe not," he said cynically. "Party, yeah. People like you don't deserve an–"

"Mother!" yelled Aiman who had started to get annoyed with the unfounded accusations

"See!" Siti's face immediately reddened with anger because her son yelled at her again and the reason was still the same, Fatimah. The girl he thought was very beautiful and kind, actually brought problems for his family relationships.

"You yelled at me just because of that foreign woman?" Siti snapped back at Aiman because she had dared to scream at him. He was clearly unwilling to be blamed, let alone defeated just because of a son-in-law. "Are you blind, eoh?!"

"Foreign woman?" Fatimah looked at the in-law with a poignant look. How can a daughter-in-law who has become a wife, even giving grandchildren is still considered foreign in her family. So suffocating.

Aiman immediately approached Fatimah who was now crying without a sound. It certainly looks very stifling. The two women he loves are both injured and he is unlikely to vote. Because to him, they are everything. Mother and wife are not choices.

Attentively and unwillingly to offend the mother, Aiman tried to take Fatimah to the room. He himself did not want to continue this fight in front of his toddler son. After all, God also hates debates that will ultimately hurt each other's feelings.

"I really never did the thing you're accusing me of, Bi. Fati gak–"

"St!" The index finger is now perched sweetly in front of the lips of the wife. Aiman deliberately cut off the words of Fatimah who was very visibly hit. He also believed that what his mother accused him of was not true because he had proven it. "Let's believe it, really."

Still with tears, Fatimah pulled the hand of her husband and placed it on the top of her head. Their eyes looked at each other, there was clearly a wound there.

"Fatimah has great respect for mother, Bi. Fati also loves her mother very sincerely. A-aku–" Fatimah could not continue her speech because the husband actually attached their b1b1r so that his speech was swallowed again.

After the wife had calmed down, Aiman released their b1b1r link. His forehead was fused with Fatimah until their breaths were earthy with each other. "We'll talk about this later with mom slowly, honey. Abi also apologized if mother's words had hurt your heart."

Fatimah nodded. "God willing, Bi. I hope you'll come back!" expectantly.