Wife For Faith

Chapter 93

"Why talk like that, Mom?"

Fatimah finally decided to approach her husband and mother-in-law. Khumaira had put her in a baby box in Hassan's room. All this commotion must be resolved immediately so as not to spread everywhere.

Siti immediately snorted cynically, upon seeing the arrival of the daughter-in-law. His face was deliberately looking in the other direction. He would not look at his daughter-in-law's face.

Aiman himself could only be bowed. His feelings are being overwhelmed with anxiety to make him speechless.

Fatimah is now standing between the mother and the child. He turned to the husband for a moment, then turned to the in-laws. Those eyes were so wistful and dim as if what they were facing was pretty much drawing in his positive energy.

"Why did you tell Mas Iman to choose between the two of us, Mom?" ask Fatimah to the point. He was tired of playing well.

"It's none of your business!" sahut Siti cynical.

Fatimah smiled bitterly. "That faith mom loves you so much, loves you, respects you too and she will never leave you either" he said attentively.

Fatimah's hand hung in the air as she tried to grab the body of the in-law. His smile turned increasingly wry so that even the lips were very difficult to say. However, the woman tried to be patient and understand Siti's behavior.

The eyes were closed, trying to hold tightness in the chest that the longer the more it hurt. "Please don't be like this, Mom!" the clear crystal also escaped from the eye of Fatimah.

"Actually Fatimah is wrong what is the same mother? Please say, Mom! Don't just shut up! I don't understand," he said with a glass.

His body was now even rested beside the body of the mother-in-law. However, the middle-aged woman actually stayed away as if this Fatimah was a person who had an infectious disease that was worth avoiding. "Mom," she cried.

"You don't have to be so pretentious, you!" sibir the in-laws heartlessly. "And besides, you don't need drama in front of me. I'm disgusted to see it!" added sharply.

"Mom! Don't be like that!" Aiman slightly raised his tone.

"Keep!"jolt the mother with a face holding back anger.

"Snap your full mother! Let's be glad that your wife saw her son and mother raise their voices!" continued Siti does not want to lose. The middle-aged woman also jerked Aiman who was now squeezing her hair in frustration.

Fatimah herself was no less frustrated with the stubbornness of the mother-in-law. All this time they are fine, but since there is a figure of Trisa who influenced the series to make their family relationships become messy like this.

"Mom, please tell me! Where is my mistake? So I can fix it. Because what? Honestly, I love my mother's son very much. Don't make a choice that would be damning to Mas Iman!" had Fatimah once again, hoping that this persuasion would succeed.

Siti looked at her daughter-in-law's face with disdain. No more affection, nor the shady gaze that Siti usually always gives to her daughter-in-law. Now, all that's left is hate and disgust.

"Why are you asking me? You should have read it and see for yourself where your shortcomings are!" reply Siti seemed lazy to talk long with the daughter-in-law.

"Mom, please!"

The son-in-law's heart breaks. "I really don't understand the changes from my mother over the past few months. Fati always look for parts that you don't like. Scrubbing all my memories if I ever make a mistake that is intentional, or unintentional," he said, while holding back the pill.

"But Fatimah felt that what I had been doing had never hurt you, even if there was. Fatimah apologized to you, Mother!"

"Please don't separate us, ma'am. Me and my faith loved each other. It is also impossible for Mas Iman to choose between ki–"

"Shut up!"

Fatimah's body took a step back. He squeezed his frontal clothes when the woman he already considered his own mother treated him like that.

A hand was coiled around Fatimah's waist and the culprit was Aiman. The woman did not want to cry, but the rate of the clear crystal was as if it could not be dammed. Finally, she could only vent all her cries in the arms of her husband.

"I'm sorry, Bi. I can't persuade mom" he said with lips still as he pleased.

"Son, Honey. You're not wrong. Maybe it is just a mother who we can not persuade," said Aiman pacified his beloved wife.

Siti scorned cynically when she saw the behavior of the daughter-in-law who was so spoiled on Aiman.

"If indeed Fatimah is not worthy of being a companion of Mas Imam .. well, I will see– emm …."

Aiman immediately silenced Fatimah's lips with his lips. He would not allow Fatimah to continue his speech. Those are words of curse that are hated by every couple love each other.

"What are you saying, honey? Did you know it hurt me so much?" Aiman let go of their lips and now fused his two eyebrows together so that the woman would not be able to leave him.

He looked into his dark eyes and was now in tears, having spoken all his heart in front of the woman called mother-in-law. Aiman also disagreed with what Fatimah wanted to do. Aiman loves his wife too much. So, how could he possibly live without Khumaira's mother.

"I will never allow you to leave my life Fatimah. You are the only woman in my heart. The only woman who will be the mother of my children, and the only woman after my mother whom I have great respect for in this world," Aiman said with eyes staring straight into his wife's eyes.

"Please, don't make me feel confused, honey!" continue with full supplication.

Aiman's body now slid to the floor as it could not hold its own weight. His strength was drained just to persuade his mother and wife. Today really makes Aiman feel dizzy, nauseous, and tremors. Nano-nano.

"I can't live without you either, Bi. But, if you don't approve of me being your wife, then what can I do. I've been doing this all along. However, it does not produce anything," said Fatimah trying to withstand the turmoil of taste in the chest.

"After all, isn't it that a man's heaven is under the soles of his feet? While I–your wife .. is under the soles of her husband's feet. A mother's position is much higher than a wife's. Do it to him, Mom!"

Aiman covered his ears and walked into the room. The wooden door was closed hard by the owner and now there is only a silent stay that accompanies Fatimah. "Why is it complicated like this, O God? Please make this finish well!"