Wife For Faith

Chapter 89

Without saying a word, Aiman immediately stopped a taxi that passed with one hand. Letting the strange woman sit on the parked motorcycle seat behind the blood-red car.

“Please take this mbak to the address he requested, Sir!” aiman said as a taxi stopped beside him.

The taxi driver nodded and waited for his first customer today. He named Udin is a father with three children who depends only on the income of being a driver was so excited.

Aiman stood up, folding both hands in front of his chest. His eyes seemed to ask the woman to get out of her car and get into the taxi. However, Trisa as if she did not know the intent of the man's eye gesture remained seated comfortably.

“Mas, that should be so don't take my cab!” yelled Udin from his car.

Aiman let out a rough sigh and began to take on other plans. “Sorry, Sir. Can I ask you to ask the woman to get off my bike? Later, I will give tips for you,” persuaded him who does not want to deal too long with a stupid human like that woman.

His good intentions were abused. Because of Trisa, Aiman will be late for the office. The shadow of the reprimand from the superior began to penetrate into his brain. Makes the man impatient to get rid of the woman from his motorcycle.

“Good, Mas!” Udin was so excited, especially after knowing there will be tips from Aiman. He got out of the car, and coaxed softly. However, this method does not produce any results.

Finally, he used a second way, which was to start scaring if there was something behind the long hair of the prospective customer. But it's all completely useless. Alias zone.

“Apaan, anyway? Keep that fuck face of yours!" Trisa's hand immediately pushed the man away from her sight.

At the time Trisa was busy taking care of the taxi driver who turned out to be very happy to joke it. Aiman used the opportunity to take his bike. He had already put one sheet of money in the front seat of the taxi driver. So, no debt, or anything else.

"Basic crazy woman. Don't let me meet that person again" Aiman sneered after he could run away with his bike.

Meanwhile, Trisa, who was still being bullied by Udin rese, was getting annoyed. He who wants to pursue Aiman just can not because of the behavior of the taxi driver. Anger and anger can only be held alone.

"remove! You, the Nile Horse! You are far from my life. It's ugly, stinky, smelly again. It's there! You better get back to where you came from, before I do anything no-no!" drive Trisa, glaring.

"Ish, pretty-beautiful, really, really, really. So the more beautiful, deh," Udin seduced who did not seem to feel hurt after being insulted all-out by Trisa.

"Shut up!" scream Trisa. "Never praise me. Because the only person who has the right to do so is Faith. You are not the driver!"

Udin moved his lips. "Hurt me, Mother!" The expression on her face almost fell down from being insulted again, making Trisa fold her lips to hold back a laugh.

S14! How could there be such a strange person in the world! Man, but, really, yes, it's not strange to act like that, Trisa's mind is holding back laughter.

"Yes, if that's what I'm going to do. That's so sorry, I. Early in the morning instead of being given a sweet breakfast, this is even given gravel. Where the sharp edges are." Udin grumbled with the face of the nelangsa, like he had just been hit by a disaster after meeting Trisa.

For the last time, Udin turned his head and gave a woo. "Be careful, dad. It's in here it's vulnerable!"

"Don't kidnap me!" Lips can nag, but the mind still wants to laugh. This wife in the house like every day menebatin Mulu has a man like a can of sheepengan like him, very noisy.

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"Sir, later Mas Asa dianterin just the same umma, yeah!"

Hassan smiled broadly when he found his mother giving him a thumbs up, a sign he was willing to take him to school.

"Grandma, right, it's old. Pity must go back and forth nemenin Mas Asa. So–"

"But, grandma doesn't like to be home alone. It's even more tired here, honey." The middle-aged woman immediately cut off the speech from the granddaughter. She refused to stay home because she had an appointment with someone outside.

"If so, let's just granny, Mas. After all, umma's work has not been completed all. So, deliver umma tomorrow again, yeah, baby!" jeruk Fatimah.

Hassan was disappointed. However, she also could not make her grandmother feel alone. The tangled face then looked at the mother with a guilty and confused feeling. "Well, is it okay to be home alone?"

Fatimah nodded in agreement, wiping Hassan's head with attention. "It's okay, honey. Mas Asa and Grandma went to school. Anyway, at home umma also accompanied by your adek. So, no boss, deh, at home."

"Snake is not school." Hassan said as if jealous because he felt his brother was lucky not to feel dizzy while studying, while Khumaira only collapsed, while babbling was unclear.

Fatimah giggles. He then looked in the direction where the in-laws had left after pushing the chair hard enough. Heavy breathing blows from the nose of the nose. It seems like mom is still angry with me. Then, what should I do, so that he will come back to care for me again?

"Umma .. umma, kok, even mengeliatin grandma continues, anyway. That's, you cry, loh!" Tell Hassan when he hears Khumaira crying in the stroller.

"Eh, why, Mas Asa?" ask Fatimah confused.

Hassan pouted because his mother did not listen to what he said. "Umma's tired again, huh?"

Fatimah nodded. The woman was not fully aware of the circumstances around her. His mind branched so that it unconsciously ignored the roar of Khumaira who asked to be lifted.

Hassan then clasped Fatimah's hand, and she asked her mother to crouch down. Along with Khumaira's crying voice, the older brother hugged their mother. Patting the back wider than hers with a slow rhythm.

The eyelids blinked several times while receiving a warm hug, as well as a gentle swab behind his back. Comfortable, as if what was being done by a small child was able to enter the middle of the chaotic heart niche, like a tangled thread.

"Umma always did this to Mas Asa when he was angry, or sad. Mas Asa doesn't know what the umma is feeling, but my biggest hope now is to smile umma back here!"

Deg

Fatimah's heart seemed to be stabbed by an invisible sword, right in the middle. Every strand of the word that comes from the sweet lips of the baby makes him realize that these lips rarely review smiles.

"I'm sorry umma, son. Sorry for all my mistakes. I'm sorry, if for a few days it's been a lot of neglect for you." Fatimah hugged Hassan's little body back and rubbed him affectionately. Tears had already trickled down, flooding her beautiful face.

Hassan, who had a gentle feeling, could not help but cry. She was sad to see her mother continue like a dazed person in the brand's home. Little do you know if all this started from the attitude of the grandmother.

"Umma don't be sad, yeah. Because we're here!" whispered the child, tightening his embrace.

"Thank you, dear." All the burdens of Fatimah's mind seemed to lift. The tangled yarns that for these few days made him dizzy, now began to unravel one after another. All this thanks to the boy connect–Hassan Baha Baseer.

Siti who had just come out of the room, immediately looked lazy to see the behavior of the son-in-law who was too over-acting in addressing life.

"It turns out to be true what Nak Trisa said, if Fatimah is too much of a person. Ish why, the hell, do I have a model ghost like her? Iyuh, so I'd like to add tukers, deh!"