Wife For Faith

Chapter 88

"L14l4n! Why else is this a car? I already know again urgent like this even there is a drama strike all. Bajigur!" A formally dressed woman was standing by the side of the road with an unusually irritated expression. The car he was carrying actually broke a tire in the middle of the road.

She is Trisa Abdullah. The woman was about to work alone, while carrying a car because the assistant had already left. He assigned his confidant to prepare for all the meeting needs this morning. However, who would have thought if he had to experience this kind of misfortune

"Aish! Is there anyone who can help me?"

Stranded on the highway, is not the desire of anyone, especially in a crucial moment like Trisa Abdullah. Then the other vehicles look very smooth, but none of them intend to help the woman.

Is the human heart dead?

There are people who are in trouble and need help, but they choose to keep driving. Where is their social soul?

Or, is this indeed the reply of all the deeds that Trisa has done because she often ignores the hearts of her subordinates? Complaining about every request for help from someone in need?

Is this some kind of karma? That could be.

"This is why again try .. turn again needed the Tami did not come. I also slammed HP over time! Not very useful." The more inflamed Trisa when the phone number of the assistant can not be contacted.

So upset with the assistant, he also vented into the guilty object that triggered his misfortune today. However, because the thing that was kicked harder, Trisalah finally grimaced in pain. It was ruined already the mood of the woman. "Slave!"

After the car, the device, now back again the car made the morning fall apart. Angannya who want to quickly get to the office was actually destroyed because the car tire broke.

“Where else should I ask for help?” His hands ruffled his waist, then looked to his right and left for help. However, the existence of the workshop is very difficult to find.

“Can fail dapet cuan a lot this time,” he said full of anger.

Not long after, suddenly there was a motor stop behind the car. Judging from his posture he was a man and also an employee as well. Material trousers, as well as leather jackets, as well as helmets complement its appearance.

“There can I help you with, Ma'am?”

Wait-wait first! Trisa felt familiar with the face of the person. He was like a man he had not seen for several days. Because he was busy taking care of the company and became an attacker behind the scenes, he forgot if the person who was checking his car parts was him.

He is the handsome prince who has been the motivation to become an actor. Alias snatch people's husbands. All that was attached to Aiman's body had blinded the heart, as well as the mind of Trisa Abdullah. The Aiman Baha Baseer.

What's?! Trisa instantly turned her body and covered her face with one hand. Nj1rh! Why is he here too? Mampos. Where I no longer wear a hijab and long clothes. Well, how is this?

The woman also clearly looks shocked especially now that she is not wearing the usual Muslim clothes when meeting the man.

“Dead me!” she whispered softly, while occasionally peering towards Aiman who was still busy standing beside Trisa's car. “Why at a time like this there is actually a coincidence that takes place among the kes14l4n in my morning.”

“Mbakwas. Looks like the car's tires broke. Do you want me to help you get a mechanic, or a tow truck?”

“Just blame him for being so kind to others. Fatimah, you better get ready to be a widow .. Because in a moment, I will be the first to get all the love and attention from your husband,” muttered Trisa when she heard Aiman talking across the street from her car.

“Mbak,” call Aiman again.

Mampos. I have to cover this face with what to try? his mind was screaming in panic. The woman quickly lowered her face into the car. He looked for any device that covered his face so that the man would not recognize him.

Gotchas! Looks like luck is siding with Trisa. The woman found sunglasses, as well as a mask that she always carried everywhere. Wearing it quickly then only after that facing the handsome prince.

“How, Ma'am? Is my explanation understandable?" aiman asked, taking off the glove that wrapped his hands together.

“Oh, sorry, Mas. Could you please re-explain! I was still surprised because there are people who want to nolongin me,” he said reasoned, whereas since Trisa was almost dead hanger because she could meet the future husband.

If the soul mate is not going anywhere, the inner woman smiles triumphantly.

Aiman exhaled, but he kept smiling, even though he looked grimacing. It was not something that would undo Trisa's intention to keep advancing toward the handsome man in front of her.

“Mbak has the usual workshop number handle your car?” Loh, this, is not the speech that was uttered by Mas Iman. So, why is this different? 

Trisa then shook her head slightly as unclear thoughts began to sway her brain. He then shook his head, pretending he did not know the number of his workshop.

“Why can it be?” asked Aiman who seemed to be starting to worry about the time moving.

“The usual service is my assistant. That's why I know nothing.” Trisa scratched her back hair without taking off her glasses, as well as her mask. He did not want to make Aiman even know if he had lied to him.

Aiman nodded in understanding, then quickly took his salary to contact his subscription workshop. He asked two people to come to the address they were at.

When he finished, he closed the call. Aiman pocketed the phone again, then put on the gloves that had been released to check the problem of the car from the driver in front of him.

“I've asked the workshop person to come and fix your car. But, sorry. I couldn't wait too long because I had to go to work. Pemisis!” Aiman instantly turned his body towards his matic motor. However, when he had started his motorbike, suddenly the woman was sitting in the back seat.

Aiman's reflex turns off the motor and standardizes again. He distanced his body from the woman who was not his mahram with a slightly irritated look. “Sorry, Ma'am. I am not a motorcycle taxi driver, nor a driver. So, sorry. Please take care of your attitude!”

Trisa was deaf and remained seated on the back seat of Aiman. “Come, Mas! If you help that person, do not half. So, rather than this seat left empty, wouldn't it be more useful if I sit here?”

Aiman looked at the face of the woman covered in masks and glasses with an annoyed look. How could the person he helped actually did not know himself. If you know like this, he chooses not to care about others.

“How, Mas? It wants to, right, take me to where I work?” trisa asked so casually as if without any burden.