Wife For Faith

Chapter 92

Three days are like three centuries for Aiman. Without caresses, without smiles, without laughter, let alone rebuke. Silence deserted Baseer house without any babble from the first lady–Fatimah.

Khumaira's mother still silenced Aiman. However, it did not discourage the woman from behaving like an obedient wife. She still prepares food, takes care of the house, to prepare the needs of her husband as well.

The lips were locked. He will speak when dealing with Hassan and Khumaira. But not for the husband and the in-laws. The pain incised by the in-laws made him choose silence.

"You don't eat, Ummaya?" aiman asked as Fatimah had just finished preparing breakfast for herself and the children.

The woman smiled slightly, then shook her head.

The definition of sick, but not bleeding for Aiman is when ignored by his wife. But he also can't do anything. He was the one who gave Fatimah time to calm down.

All of his words seemed to backfire on himself. Aiman almost died stiff when he did not find Fatimah on his bed because the woman chose to evacuate in her Hassan– room with Khumaira.

It was the loneliness that finally accompanied Aiman's three nights in his room. He missed the pillow talk they used to do. The man also misses his wife's red face when he's embarrassed.

Now, Aiman is like a flower that has never been watered, withered. The equation of Aiman and the plant itself is if the plant will dry if it does not get water intake. Aiman will lose his spirit when he does not get the love and attention of Fatimah.

The eyes continued to look at the figure of Fatimah who was joking with laughter with Khumaira on the long sofa in the middle room, while he could only smile and look at it. "Ummaya, Abi misses you," he murmured sadly.

Siti who was sitting together with her son snorted. He cursed Fatimah who had made his son become as gloomy as he was now.

"You should have reprimanded your wife! How can you ignore your husband for more than three nights? That's a big sin, man!" chirp Siti with a loud voice, so that her voice was heard until the middle room.

Fatimah's smile that was being reviewed immediately disappeared. The lips were folded inwards to refrain from answering the insinuations of the mother-in-law. However, he also admitted wrong for having silenced Aiman all this time.

"Mom," called Aiman with a hearty tone, occasionally he glanced at Fatimah and sure enough, the smile disappeared immediately.

Not finished his business with his wife, the woman who had given birth to him even doused gasoline on the burning coals. Aiman is really a dilemma for what Siti said.

It is true for a wife should not be more than 3 days to silence her husband. Because if the woman dies she'll go to hell. However, Aiman himself asked and he also did not mind because he knew how his wife felt now.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. But, if indeed you do not want to help us to solve the problem, you should also not interfere with our affairs," said Aiman trying to give understanding. "Because that would add to the rumyan matter."

Siti rotated both her eyes lazy. His son was completely unwilling to listen to his advice anymore. Though he felt his words were right, but the woman rejected what he said.

"You don't spoil your wife too much! look now ... he's so looking at you!" satirical sharp.

"Dengerin Mum, yes, Man. A good woman will never silence her husband for more than three days. Even if he's angry, he should be the one to come near you. Apologizing for being guilty silences you. You should discuss, talk well, and communicate so that whatever problems you are getting, will not spread everywhere," said Siti full of advice to the child, and her daughter-in-law.

"But look now! Your wife just ignored you, making you like a stupid husband for being ignored. Mother as a person has given birth to you certainly can not be silent, dong. She's just a stranger coming into our house.your wife should keep her attitude and behavior in the husband's house, not even act as she wants because she feels she's already a part of us."

"What kind of a son-in-law is that!" concluded Siti after completing such a long advice to the two husband and wife.

Fatimah is getting worse. He closed his eyes and the clear crystal he had been holding back from now finally spilled. He cursed himself for doing something stupid. She wanted to apologize to her husband, begging for forgiveness for ignoring him for days. However, the intention was restrained with Aiman's voice.

"Wives are human too, Mom. He also has feelings. Mother should not say this which incidentally is also a wife of the deceased father. I should be more aware of Fatimah's feelings now. After all, he's not a stranger in this family either." Aiman held back his breath that went up and down. His emotions are really being tested today.

"I asked her to be a wife, not someone else. Didn't Mom also come to the family home of the deceased father to be a wife and companion?" ask Aiman to his mother who even melengos.

"Mother is the one who should embrace Fatimah, not even vilify her!" filled with disappointment.

"Has mother's affection for Fatimah gone?" Again, the man continued his words. "Didn't my own mother ask Aiman to marry her? Or, is this all because of the people who already affect the mother?"

Hearing the question with a cornered tone from Aiman, making Siti already like a thief who was caught off guard stealing in her own house. His eyes dodged, looking for something that both eyeballs could see, other than Aiman. "Who also affects–"

"mother!"

"You're yelling at Mom?" A face that is still beautiful in her old age reddened with anger at her son for raising his voice when talking to her.

Aiman felt frustrated and also tired of talking to the woman who had given birth to him. Not mean insolent, but the words of his mother really has gone too far.

"Mom, don't ever scapegoat Fatimah here. He's not guilty. My wife never said anything to me. This is purely what is in my heart" explained Aiman pleading with his mother.

Siti did not believe what Aiman said. He felt that after Aiman married Fatimah, he became often resistant to his parents. Of course it makes the mother angry.

With a single breath, the woman said, "you choose your mother or wife?"

Aiman's pupils instantly widened. While he was waiting for the certainty of Fatimah, his mother made an unreasonable choice. Choosing between his mother, or his wife? Maddened.

Aiman grabbed her hair in frustration. His head was already struggling with the problem of his wife-Fatimah, now he had to be faced with a new problem. Oh my God, what is going on with my family? Why could it be like this? Please give your servant some help!