Wife For Faith

Chapter 91

There was a cracking sound, but not the ground, nor the glassware, but the heart. Aiman's heart had just been beaten by the heartwarming words of his wife who had been with him for almost two years.

His manic looked at the woman who was still lowered with trembling shoulders. The man's hand was about to touch, but was pulled back. He nodded and walked towards the exit of the room. However, before leaving, Aiman turned his head, but Fatimah apparently did not prevent it.

Doubt that leg to step away. Not sure to embrace his body. Aiman's body and soul are as though they are being overwhelmed. Tersheok will choose to stay in the room, or obey the wishes of the wife.

“I hope you don't need a long time, dear. I will wait for you patiently,” said Aiman expectantly, then after that leave their room.

Along with the door closed at that time, the crying that was being held immediately burst out. Seeps without being dammed. Roaring, while hitting his chest that felt tight.

Fatimah doesn't care if people in the house hear it. Because all he needed now was to cry, to put out the tightness that had lingered for these few months in his heart.

Tired and tired of the woman felt every day because eating the words of the in-laws who never get bored always compare themselves with other women.

Wanted to leave, but he still loved his new family very much. Removing is also not the best option in this issue, especially if you have to give up .. it makes no sense in the story.

“God, if this is my destiny .. please strengthen me! Give me patience and sincerity in the face of all this. But, if she is indeed just a bully in our relationship, please keep her far away from my family!” pinta Fatimah with eyes.

Meanwhile, Siti who saw Aiman was standing at the door of her room, chose to ignore and leave anyway. His compassion for the son-in-law was no more. Termakan depleted by seduce woman similar to her late first son-in-law.

“Emang I care. Cih, tell who to be a woman is useless.” Siti sneered at the ugliness of her daughter-in-law as if this Fatimah was a woman who did not deserve to enter the Baseer family.

“Mending Trisa to everywhere,” he added and took the branded handbag bought by the woman.

An appointment with Trisa leads Siti to ignore a call from Hassan in the back garden. The middle-aged woman, who wears a cotton-based finish, looks so fashionable, with modern pashmina increasingly revealing her young soul.

This is definitely an influence of someone. Trisa took part in giving whatever the women wanted. Money, this and that shopping, exclusive places, manicure and pedicure, and other body treatments.

Now, Trisa herself has been waiting for the arrival of her future mother-in-law in a cafe close to her office. The woman herself had looked like a Muslim woman when she would meet Siti, as well as Aiman.

His lies must not fail, let alone be sniffed by all of them. Now all he has to do is approach his mother first, then later after that he approached the hunt. Very cute this miss sati.

“Sorry, yes, Son. must have waited a long time, yes?” Siti immediately apologized when she arrived at her agreement with Trisa.

“Aih, Auntie, don't worry so.” The woman behaved like a gentle and patient woman in front of the future in-laws. “Part of me also just arrived, really, Tan.”

If you don't want this, people are prospective in-laws, I've kicked that old man! he swore in his heart.

“Tuh, right. You're so nice, honey. Not like the aunt's daughter-in-law lebay,” Siti's lips when remembering how she cried at home. It was very irritating and made my ears hurt, he continued in his heart.

Trisa is not likely to waste the opportunity to eat the lure of speech from the prospective in-laws. He even acted surprised and was concerned to hear the news. “Maybe he's just being tired times, Tan,” he said as if caring.

Siri shook her hand in disagreement. “There's tired. People in his job just nemenin his son doang, really. The nyuci part of the plate, already aunty who works. Clothes have a washing machine. So, tired from where,” the milk is full of sneers.

One corner of the woman's lips was lifted up when she saw her future father-in-law look so lame towards her own daughter-in-law. Not wrong indeed he sacrificed to have to rage wearing clothes like this, especially after knowing the results obtained.

The closer the goal is to remove Aiman's wife from the Baseer family, then he will come at the right time to fill the void from the wife of an Aiman Baha Baseer.

“But, right, take care of the child is also tired, Mom,” said Trisa pretentiously.

“Ckckck, tired of where? The work person he just sleeps, nyuin the Maira, the same clothes drying doang. Cih, a child will also be able to do all that." Siti recounts Fatimah's ugliness in front of Trisa. The middle-aged woman looked fed up with the behavior of the son-in-law. Wanting to feel him kicking and replacing with a fine woman in front of him.

Masya Allah. I drooled to have a ghost like him. It was the heart of Aiman.

“Aih, this Auntie. Where there are small children can nyuin children.” Trisa joked to make the laughter of the two of them sound in the corner of the cafe they were visiting.

“Jeez, Aunt forgot,” kikikikiknya amused themselves. So upset when telling the useless daughter-in-law, Siti said wrongly.

“Mas Faith how's it going, Tan?” Okay, let's start prying about my Prince Charming. My grandmother was horrified by the outpouring of her heart about the ghosts, she continued smiling wryly.

Siti lansgung sipped her warm sweet tea solemnly. After that, then he looked up to look at the beautiful woman who looked so much like Aisyah–his first daughter-in-law.

“Yes, he is still like a stupid man enslaved by that useless woman. Earlier, just before aunty came here, he was like a fool waiting for his wife.” Those eyes rotated bored after remembering the incident earlier. “Thou art I'm actually the same Fati.”

“That's it, Tan?” trisa is confused.

“They seem to be in a fight,” Siti said a little unsure. “Because all this time, the auntie never put on a look like the person who will be left to pass by her mother.”

“So, they're fighting again, Auntie?” Trisa asked again and this time with a burst of happiness that was penetrating into the chest.

"Heem. Why Aunt lied to you, son. There is no point either," replied Siti confidently.

Yup! Is this the right time for me to come? If it is true .. Mas Iman, wait for me!