Wife For Faith

Chapter 90

At first Fatimah did not want to put all the words, nor the behavior of the in-laws into her Heart. However, more and more days, the middle-aged woman seemed to be beating the war drums.

Lies if human patience is infinite. The proof, Fatimah almost gave up on the attitude of in-laws who increasingly julid on him. His meek attitude first, now it has disappeared covered by a sense of envy that came from nowhere.

A heavy breath was now exhaled by Fatimah. In her room with her husband, she was alone. Make friends without anyone accompanying.

Aiman, Hassan, and Khumaira are in the garden behind their house. Fatimah went to the room under the pretext of cleaning herself.

Everyone will not believe if Siti Badriah has often hurt her heart, as well as her psyche. Aiman doesn't even know all about his mother's treatment of his beloved wife. The man only knew that Fatimah and her mother were in the middle of a cold war at home.

Negotiations have been done several times. However, it always fails because the mother refuses to sit with the son-in-law.

"How should Fati talk to you, Mom? The eyes that had been looking at me softly, now turned to look at me hatefully. What exactly did I do to make you judge me?" fatimah asked with tears that had washed his face.

Wanted to ignore, but it was difficult. His affection for Siti was like he loved Aminah. Sincere and sincere he went through this all. However, if there is a wounded heart .. who is to blame? Is it true that he should give up?

"Umma, are you inside?" Aiman called from outside the room and Fatimah wiped away the trail of tears quickly. The man cannot see him grieving, enough he and God know.

"Yes, Bi. Just enter!" yelled Fatimah from within. He then pretended to put the powder on his face so that it was invisible.

Luckily he had already finished cleaning the body otherwise, Aiman would definitely be suspicious. A smile was reflected sweetly from behind the big glass reflecting the husband who was carrying the small body of Khumaira. Apparently, the little one had already fallen asleep in a dream.

"Sleep, Bi?" fatimah asked, pointing at Khumaira in her husband's arms.

Aiman nodded. His legs slowly stepped into the room, then toward the baby box where Khumaira slept. After that he also approached the dresser to meet his wife who had been waiting for him with a sweet smile.

"God's Masya. My wife is beautiful" praised Aiman to his beloved wife. Then the top of the head of the wife with full of tenderness and affection.

"Know be ashamed. My wife looks beautiful and fragrant. But, her partner's period still stinks," he said after sniffing his own body. "Would Abi take a shower? Or, Ummaya wants to accompany Abi in the shower?"

Those eyes immediately glared. Fatimah's finger was reflexively hit the husband's shoulder because it had teased him. "It's still noon, Dad!" The wife's sweat and only reply to the amused sari Aiman.

The hand then gently rubbed Fatimah's wet mane. With eyes that go down every curve of his wife's face. Aiman was not stupid about what was going on in his family. She knew very well that Fatimah was a julid object of her own in-laws for several months.

"Did you miss your mother, baby? "

The eyes clearly shimmered alive after hearing the words of the mother spoken from the husband's aunt. Without being able to prevent the two eyeballs from passing one clear crystal, the sign Fatimah really misses the figure of her mother, Aminah.

The man immediately wiped his wife's tears with his thumb. He was saddened to feel that he had failed to protect the clear crystal, so as not to escape his wife's beautiful eyes.

Aiman felt that all this was due to a mistake that could not protect his wife from the treatment of her own mother-in-law.

"Do you want to meet your mother?" asked Aiman again with eyes full of regret.

Those pink lips trembled withstanding the cries. His face was too stiff to smile. His eyes were filled with tears full of longing for his mother.

A feeling that cannot be expressed in words. Just a nod she gave to her husband to answer the question.

"I'm sorry, honey. Sorry, if all this time has made you depressed living with me. But, Abi really could not force a will. All the ways I've done for you to understand your existence and your position as my wife" Aiman began to get frustrated with her mother's antagonistic behavior.

The woman nodded quickly. "Don't be like that, Bi! Abi is innocent. My mother is innocent too. Maybe it was just this situation that made him change," he did not want to blame anyone.

"I know, all this time there was someone who often incited mothers to hate Fatimah," he continued grievously.

The pupils widened when they heard the words of Fatimah. Aiman immediately drew his wife's hands, with his eyes looking straight into Fatimah's eyes. " What are you saying, Ummaya? Did you know anything all this time and why didn't you tell me?"

Fatimah smiled wryly. "Hassan told me, Bi. Several times grandma picked her up at school, there was a woman who said Mas Asa was very similar to Mama Aish. She claimed to be named Trisha and several times they were also a way out to eat together" the story goes with a forced smile.

"Honestly," he continued with a cry. "I'm afraid .. I'm afraid you're going to leave me alone together with–"

Aiman immediately grabbed his wife's body. He shook in panic. He did not want to hear the continuation of Fatimah's words. "Never talk like that, Ummaya! You, Mas Asa, and Maira are my family. You're my wife. Maira is my son too. There's no way I'll leave you guys behind for a figure who only looks like Aisyah!" emphatically.

"Honest. All this time the woman had indeed often come to the office," he admitted. He knew all this was wrong for having kept something a secret. However, all of that was done not because he liked, but Aiman felt it was not important.

Those eyes looked shocked, but quickly faded back. "Why, Bi?"

Aiman clasped his wife's hand gently, then let her back down. He knew his wife must be feeling hurt, but he was wrong not to tell from the beginning. "I'm sorry, honey. I thought, she would never bother my other family. That's why I ignored it" he explained, pleading.

The woman's head was weak. Her tears kept pushing her out, making Fatimah unable to stem anymore. Now the whispers began to be heard from his thin lips. Make the husband feel more guilty.

"Ummaya," call Aiman with a heart of sorrow.

"Leave me alone, Bi! I-I need some time" said Fatimah without looking at her husband's face.