Wife For Faith

Chapter 96

Mother is the one who will be the first love of her son. No matter how bad a mother is, the boy will love her all the time. Just like Aiman Baha Baseer who loves Siti.

That cup of tea was still emitting hot steam from within. The drink, which has been for several days, accompanies the loneliness of a middle-aged woman known as the mother of Aiman–Siti.

Her face that still shows beauty in her old age is facing a sea. The afternoon sea breeze did not discourage Siti to remain standing on the balcony of the villa she was living in.

“I miss my grandson,” murmured the middle-aged woman was full of longing.

“I can't sleep here without Mas Asa. He accompanied my old days. How's it going now? I want to meet?” The voice was getting louder and now it was accompanied by crying. The crystal had already fallen down soaked her pale cheeks.

“I think he's a good guy. But, it turns out ...” Siti could not continue her words because she still did not believe the truth. “If I wanted to hear for a moment the words of my son and daughter-in-law, maybe I wouldn't be stranded alone here.”

The woman regretted her actions that had hurt her and made her son-in-law hurt. The person he thought was good because he had the same appearance as the ex-wife of his son. But it is two-faced.

“Trisa is not a good person. He turned out to be very different from Aisyah. That woman just has the same look, but not with my daughter-in-law!” Emotions now began to rise above the middle-aged woman's head, her face that had been pale now gradually began to redden with anger.

The form of disappointment itself now makes Siti a fragile figure. However, the anger towards Trisa Abdullah who had fooled her only increased with time.

“Fatimah, mom apologize. I realize what I've done all this time has hurt you a lot. I'm not sure you'll forgive me, son. But, this regret is sincere, darling,” he said from the heart.

The body poured down onto the wooden floor where he was living. The empty and lonely were already his friends here. Trisa actually took her away from the capital. The cunning woman had gotten rid of herself so far so that the secret that was inside her mouth would not be revealed to Aiman's ears.

“Man, you have to be careful with that woman! He was already like a venomous snake that would peck its prey to its knees, even if the prey was fighting.

Siti's grandmother wept bitterly for the fate of the little family of her only child. Diat was afraid that Aiman and Fatimah would be further hurt if Trisa intervened directly. All he knew was that the sneaky woman was just playing pretty from behind by approaching him.

However, the attempt failed because Siti first caught Trisa's plan when she accidentally heard their conversation on the phone. Soon they will remove Fatimah and make Aiman the husband of Trisa Abdullah.

At that time, Siti was of course surprised. He also clearly heard that they had been using it only as a tool to destroy the relationship of his son and daughter-in-law. That fact made him slap, even grab Trisa's hair.

After that, Trisa actually rewarded him by throwing it in this place. Excommunicate himself from the many people out there who are enjoying life with their children, and their extended families.

“Fatimah, please don't let Faith meet that demon! He's not a good man. He's evil, Son!” His voice is getting smaller. The eyes that had been fiery, now actually began to dim, closed and made the head fall to touch the tile slowly.

Siti is now sleeping on a wooden tile after drinking tea served by the villa guard who has received a mandate to make the middle-aged woman unconscious.

“He's a devil, Man. Stay away from him!” siti muttered before her self-awareness disappeared.

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“He can't get there. You can't do that, honey.” Aiman continued to avoid the fact that his mother was with Trisa.

“But it's been almost a week, Bi.” Fatimah had repeatedly asked her husband to check into the house of the woman who was close to her mother-in-law. However, the husband always dodged and refused every time he told her to check there.

“Or, Abi is only afraid if in reality, if that woman has been hiding her mother all this time?” The eyes were clearly pointing at the husband who did not want to believe the instinct felt by the wife.

The police also have not given any results so that makes Aiman even more frustrated. “Mom wouldn't do such a stupid thing, Honey!” his elbow still remained muddled in his stance.

The woman breathed her heavy breath. Telling something to a worried, upset person is like offering a child with an object that he does not like, will always refuse.

As hard as Fatimah tells if in the heart, and mind Aiman does not believe, it is the same free, aka zonk. It's just that as a wife, and Fatimah's son-in-law will not give up helping the husband to meet his mother.

“Abi,” call his wife in awe.

The man looked at him with an helpless look on his face.

“This one time .. please follow my advice! It's not like we tried first. Things later the result is nil, we can find it elsewhere!” persuade Fatimah with a voice so soft and understanding.

“I just don't want to give them a chance to take advantage of the existing, Fa. You know, right, what he did to mom to separate us?” Aiman's voice sounded so tired and powerless to make the wife feel pity.

“Come, Bi! I'll give you my shoulder for you to lean on!” Fatimah spread out her arms as if asking her husband to come to her. To pour out all his grievances that tousled his heart and mind.

Without being told twice, Aiman immediately came to his wife. He leaned his head that felt heavy on his wife's shoulder. Enclose it to channel all the worries that are in the body. I hope this whole thing ends soon.

“Fati some days also asked friends for help to find a mother and they said they had seen her in an elite housing that can be ascertained it is the property of the Abdullah family,” Fatimah story.

The man was obviously surprised. His head was about to be lifted, but the wife held him back to stay there.

“Listen to it first, Bi!” her door. Aiman also according, he chose to equalize his body in a so soothing embrace from his wife. For a few days, he could not sleep, eating was difficult, but the wife was always never tired to give encouragement and support.

Therefore, Aiman felt no remorse for making Fatimah Azzahra his home. Where he came home after being tired of work, or doing other activities.

“Then?” tanya Aiman wants to hear the continuation of the story of the wife.

The woman suddenly fell silent for a moment as if what she was about to deliver was unpleasant news.

“Honey!” aiman who was getting impatient.

“My friend lost track of mom after that, Bi!” Tell Fatimah with a guilty feeling.

“Everything you cheated on asked me to investigate Trisa?”

Fatimah nodded.

Aiman was silent. Thinking what steps he will do after knowing if it is Trisalah the person behind the disappearance of the mother. However, he also had a little unpleasant feelings about his meeting with the woman later.

“Can you feel my grief, Ummaya?” The man looked up, looking at the face of his wife who had been looking at him.

Fatimah only smiled wryly in response to the husband's question. “I hope you guys return home safely, Bi!”