Wife For Faith

Chapter 9

"Son, it's not like I'm going to interfere with your personal affairs. But, maybe this can also make your consideration later." Aminah grasped Fatimah's hand gently, then patted it in rhythm with the heartbeat.

"Married is a worship that is very liked by God. By getting married, we will be kept away from bad things. But, if not married is also allowed by God and the reason is because there is no soul mate."

Fatima listened to her mother's advice carefully. He has also studied several times, and understood the law of marriage in Islam. Therefore, as long as the soul mate has not come, the woman is never dizzy.

Seeing the inertia of his son, Aminah also rubbed the beautiful face of Fatima. "Consider, Son of Faith. Mom saw that he was a good guy. If you need to, ask Him for guidance, dear. I won't force you" she said, ending with a soothing smile.

"Good, Mom. God willing, Fati will think of a proposal from the Mas Iman family."

*

The next morning, Hassan was up early, even wearing a uniform. Now, the five-year-old young man is walking towards the dining room alone. The fragrant smell had been emanating from every step of her tiny feet to make Aiman who was behind the dining table look over.

“Assalamualaikum, Handsome. How did you sleep last night? Is sound?” The hand of the man in the official dress directly pulled the tiny body of his son into the arms, then was smitten lovingly by the face of his only son.

Hassan smiled at her smile. “Waalaikumsalam, Abi. Alhamdulillah sleep Mas Asa good night because accompanied by ummi,” replied the little boy cheerfully.

Yes, last night Aisyah came into the dreamland of Hassan. He deliberately invited his son to play in a playground, and surrounded the fish pond happily. Hassan's smile never even faded when he was reunited with his official figure, even in a dream.

Happy, that is what the five-year-old feels. Sadness, is the feeling felt by Aiman. Honestly, it had been a long time since Aisya had come to him in a dream. Is this indeed a sign, if the deceased is angry with Aiman.

Hassan kept on babbling, telling me all the things that had been done together with the ummi, as well as the big bear doll. Aiman himself tries to focus and be a good listener, even though the heart feels pinched.

Are you mad at me, Mi? Why didn't you come into abi's dream? A grievous smile erupted as his heart wondered what the meaning of the absence of his late wife was every night. And Abi misses you so much, Mi.

“Abi-Abi,” call Hassan fast, while shaking Aiman's palm when it feels like the man is daydreaming.

Aiman smiled sweetly. “Yes, Mas Asa. What's up?”

“Kata Ummi, Aunt Fati is good,” the answer is straightforward and full of honesty.

Aiman slightly turned his face back. He looked at his son with a faint frown. “What is Mas Asa? Did ummi really say that?” tanyanya.

Aiman's mind instantly blanked. He did not even listen to every strand of the story that was often thrown by his only child. The face was so pias as if there was a Death Angel sitting beside his body.

Both eyes looked empty. Blinking without feeling, staring without direction, stepping without a word. The soul that is longing, is actually bombarded with words without knowing the purpose of the baby.

“Why are you, Bi? Hey, queried, really, nyeleonong!” tegur Siti was astonished because she was ignored by her son.

Meanwhile, Hassan was upset that his father had just left when he hadn't finished telling the story. The lips pursed, then chose to sit on his bench. However, occasionally the little boy's tail stole a glance at the father's upright back.

“Abi why, Masa Asa?” Siti who had just come, while carrying a plate containing the favorite fried tempe from Aiman, and his favorite grandson immediately asked Hassan in surprise.

“Mas Asa also doesn't know, Grandma. You see, it was just like Mas Asa again the excitement of the story, uh, abi even played away. Kan, Mas Asa so kesel, Nek,” to Hassan with lips on the monyong-monyongin.

Siti immediately turned her head again in the direction where Aiman had gone. He slightly tilted his head, trying to figure out what was going on. However, because there was a grandson in front of him undone such intentions.

“If so, we better eat first, dear!” exclaim Siti tried to make the mood of the granddaughter back up to the surface. All this time, what can only make Hassan's mood good is the presence of the mother in his dream.

“Eh, did Mas Asa last night dream of meeting with ummi?” asked again and answered a passionate nod.

Again, the little boy repeated the story of his dream last night and this time listened to by the grandmother. The breakfast event was only attended by the two of them, minus Aiman who chose to go directly to school, without breakfast at home.

Arriving at school, Aiman accidentally crosses paths with Fathiumah. In order to maintain politeness, they looked down on each other politely, then walked alone to class. No reprimands, just a polite smile without intending to stop.

Fatima herself just shook her head no matter what. Aren't these people not related? Or, more precisely do not have because the woman has not yet given an answer.

However, Fatima was a little surprised by the condition that was happening to the one-child widower earlier. It is clear, if Aiman's mood is not fine and it disturbs his empathy.

Fatimah turned her body, then looked at the back that was starting to move away from her. “Pak Faith!”

The name owner suddenly stopped. His ears clearly heard someone calling his name. With a feeling of forced Aiman turned his body. A heavy breath was breathed from between the lips of the man.

Fatima immediately walked closer to Aiman. After arriving, her feet stood awkwardly in front of the face of the ex-husband of her late best friend. What exactly did I call him? Though there was clearly nothing I wanted to ask him, he wrote in his heart.