My Little Wife Fatimah's
18. Wife is a priority

Fatimah waited for a roadside ojek after the magrib prayer at the mosque.

Suddenly Rahman's car stopped in front of him.

"Let's go up," Rahman asked as he looked at Fatimah from the car.

Considering the night, Fatimah immediately went up without much thought.

"Where is the first day of work?" rahman asked his wife.

"Yes so," replied Fatimah with a sigh.

"Is that? how's that supposed to mean?" ask Rahman again. "Lumayan is boring because there are you there," said Fatimah looking at Rahman.

"Say you're afraid to fall in love with my good looks" said Rahman, who focuses on driving.

"I don't think Miss Sofia likes me, sister" said Fatimah.

"Huh.times anyway, just your feelings only times, or maybe you are jealous yes..Sofia is just an old friend of mine dear," Rahman said, rubbing Fatimah's head.

"No, who's jealous anyway" elak Fatimah.

"Oh yes, tomorrow night I have a friendship event between entrepreneurs in the area, you can come, right?" asked Rahman who hoped Fatimah would accompany him to the event.

"If I come along, people will know that I'm a sister's wife" said Fatimah looking at Rahman.

"No one will know you there, all the big people present, not the employees at the hotel" Rahman told Fatimah.

Fatimah was silent.

***

Fatimah rested in her room.

he heard the voice of teaching from the direction of Rahman's room. "Maasyaa Allah.the sound of the Quran Kak Rahman always makes the heart cooler," the inner Fatimah who remembered the memories of several years ago when he and his two brothers taught together during Ramadan.

"If I could turn back time, I miss the three of us together" said Fatimah slowly.

***

Fatimah washes dishes in the kitchen, she cannot sleep in a messy house.

the night is getting late. "Well you do the dishes dear, there is bi Siti," said Rahman while taking and putting the dishes from Fatimah's hand.

"Bi Siti was allowed to go home, her son was sick," said Fatimah and continued washing dishes.

"Yes, I helped you" said Rahman, taking another dish to wash.

"No, brother, rest,"

"No need to bring it up" Rahman said, continuing the dish.

Fatimah looked at Rahman's face, which focused on washing dishes.

Seeing Fatimah's bengong face made Rahman take the initiative to surprise Fatimah. Rahman rubbed foam on Fatimah's cheek.

"Sister what the hell," muttered Fatimah while applying foam on Rahman's face to reply.

"Nih Rasain's.." Rahman put some more foam on Fatimah's face.

The atmosphere seemed to change, Fatimah felt togetherness with her brother was repeated again even though Rahman was no longer her brother but her husband.

***

In the morning, a guest knocked on the door.

Fatimah hurriedly saw who had come. Before opening the door she peeked out of the glass out of curiosity.

"I can't go out anyway, maybe later he knows that I'm Rahman's wife" said Fatimah.

"Who came Fatimah?" rahman asked his wife. "Mom Sofia, what sis, am I hiding," Fatimah panicked.

Rahman opened the door.

"Hi Rahman, sorry to bother you so early" Sofia looked at Rahman.

"Well, what is Sofia," asked Rahman.

"I just want to send your favorite chicken porridge, listen to your wife is too young, maybe she can not cook, so I deliberately cooked a little porridge," said Sofia.

"Yes thank you, yes" said Rahman briefly while taking the porridge.

Fatimah who saw that was a little upset at the woman named Sofia, because that morning she woke up early to cook fried rice.

Fatimah walked towards the dining table, she stared at the dishes she made.

**

Rahman met Fatimah in the dining room. While Fatimah ate the fried rice itself with a face that is not so bright as usual.

"No wait for me to eat" said Rahman, surprising Fatimah.

"Where would you like to eat this cuisine, you prefer chicken porridge" Fatimah said without looking at Rahman.

"No, who said I like chicken porridge, I like chicken porridge if it hurts again" Rahman said while putting Fatimah-made fried rice in front of him.

Fatimah looked at Rahman, "where's Bu Sofia's chicken porridge?" ask Fatimah who realized that Rahman did not bring the porridge.

"Well, I love my neighbors" Rahman said briefly.

"Why?"

"If there is a wife's cooking, why should you eat someone else's cooking" Rahman said, staring at Fatimah.

The two eyes of Fatimah faced Rahman. Fatimah grogi.

Fatimah did not know what to say, but clearly this time she felt that there was another feeling that entered her heart.

"Oh yeah.When does bi Siti get back to work?" ask Rahman. "I don't know, brother, but can I ask you something?" ask Fatimah.

"Can you ask what?" ask Rahman back.

"Bi Siti seems to need help, her son must be taken to the hospital, bi Siti has no cost for it, who else would help her if not us," explained Fatimah staring at Rahman.

Rahman looked at Fatimah with a smile as he said, "How could I not fall in love with an innocent woman whose heart is as good as yours,"

"Ih..kok even dreadful, it's bi siti his help dong kak," asked Fatimah while looking seriously at Rahman.

"Dear, calm down, all the costs of treating Siti's child will be borne by me" Rahman told his wife.

Then Fatimah smiled at Rahman.

"If every day I could see this smile" Rahman said, looking at Fatimah's smile.

"Ih.hobi big brother yes," cetus Fatimah.

"That's why a wife does not need to bother seducing her husband because just a single smile can calm her husband's heart" Rahman explained to Fatimah.

"It's getting less clear" muttered Fatimah.

***

Sarah, who was at home, begged her father to let her work at the White Horse hotel.

"Dad. When I was just at home after graduating from college, I worked at the WH Hotel, yeah.please" Sarah asked Dad.

"Why don't you marry me" the father joked to his daughter. "Dad fucked me, yeah" murmured Sarah.

"No, who is upset anyway, yes it is up to you, if that is your will, I allow it, but you also permission first with Rahman, if that is your will, it was now he who was leading the hotel," clearly Dad looked at his daughter.

"Thank you father" said Sarah.