My Little Wife Fatimah's
34. Momentary happiness

Fatimah thought for a moment, taking a breath and said, "Alright I will do your will, but please don't disturb Rahman" Fatimah stared at Sofia.

"OK," Sofia replied briefly.

"Give me time until my sister's wedding is over, after that I'll leave" said Fatimah who was endlessly crying.

"Well, no problem" said Sofia and immediately left Fatimah.

***

Fatimah who came out of the toilet saw Rahman who was walking towards her. Fatimah looked at the figure of the man in her heart, "Until any time, you will always be in my heart, brother, until I exhale my last breath," batin Fatimah looked at her husband who was walking towards her.

"You're a long time, anyway" Rahman said, pinching Fatimah's cheek. "What the hell, brother," Fatimah took Rahman's hand off.

***

Sarah deg-degan because soon her wedding day arrives, on this Sunday she will be the wife of Rico.

"The mother's son again did this, daydreaming yes," said the mother who surprised Sarah.

"I'm stubborn, mother, I want to get married again, I'm really nervous" Sarah complained to mother.

"That's normal, baby, mother used to be that way too," said mother to calm Sarah.

***

That night Rahman was sitting in the living room watching the ball. Fatimah who was trying to be a good wife brought a cup of coffee to Rahman.he put it on the table, "I make coffee for brother," said Fatimah while sitting next to Rahman.

"Thank you dear," said Rahman, turning to Fatimah, "Yes together" replied Fatimah.

Rahman went back to watching the ball on television.

Fatimah felt these were the last moments with Rahman until he acted as well as he could.

Fatimah massaged Rahman's arm, "You must be tired, while you watch me your massage yes," said Fatimah.

Rahman turned to Fatimah, "The end of this you are very good with me, caring, gentle, loving, what is Fatimah? do you want to ask for something, do not pa pa dear you just say aja, whatever it will be I give," said Rahman while staring at Fatimah who massaged her arms.

"O.so I don't think I'm being sincere, just because I want to? bad brother is very bad, "he said Fatimah while pinching Rahman's arm.

"Oh.sick, no dear, I don't mean that" Rahman said with a smile.

"As time went on, I realized, what God gave was the best, but no matter what happened later, you should keep husnuzon with God huh," said Fatimah who remembered herself was about to leave.

"Yes, I have to be a lot of grateful, because God presents you in my life" said Rahman who looked into the eyes of Fatimah.

"I went to the room first, sister," said Fatimah and hurried to go to her room.

"Well suddenly gone, maybe Fatimah was sleepy again," thought Rahman who saw Fatimah hurriedly to her room.

***

Fatimah cried behind the door of her room which she had locked. "What will happen if I go, brother, will you stay like this, or instead you grieve, I can not imagine what will happen later, he said, but I will still believe that God will present a beautiful story another day, and even if my life story ends, I hope we meet in the afterlife," the inner Fatimah who wept without a voice.

***

Rahman sat at the dinner table looking at Fatimah's face, "Well, lately I feel like I've been the happiest man in the world, because you've been so concerned about our household," said Rahman who felt his heart cool looking at Fatimah.

"Alhamdulillah if you are happy brother," said Fatimah smilingly looking at Rahman.

"Looking at you is like looking at the moon among the many stars, yes the star is much larger than the moon, but in the view of people who see it from the earth is still the clearest moon, but in the view of people who see it from the earth is still the clearest moon, that's how I look at you, even though there are many women with their own charms, but still only you are the clearest and brightest in my view" said Rahman who seduced Fatimah.

"God, if it is true, you will be faithful forever" replied Fatimah in reply to Rahman.

"I'm definitely loyal dear" Rahman said with a smile looking at Fatimah.

"I also want your dreadlocks, but I don't know anything about the word dreadlocks" said Fatimah, who was pouring water into a glass.

"A wife does not need to bother seducing her husband, seeing your smile is already not revealed happy, especially if you start seducing, I can fly far away," said Rahman who began to exaggerate.

"Indeed, your fight is no opponent, if there is a race, you must be champion" said Fatimah who then laughed.

"It could be you" said Rahman, who also laughed.

"Sister, today I went to my mother's house, yes" said Fatimah who asked Rahman for permission.

"Yes, I will take you with me" replied Rahman who allowed Fatimah to meet her.

***

Rahman escorted Fatimah to the front of the House of Father and mother. "thank you, brother," said Fatimah while kissing Rahman's hand.

"Thank you for what?" ask Rahman. "Thank you for being in my heart" continued Fatimah who smiled at Rahman.

"Udah began to spread yes, even your fight is more champion," said Rahman who stroked Fatimah's head.

"Yes dong, congratulations, brother," said Fatimah who smiled. "Congratulations? congratulations on what?" asked Rahman curiously.

"Good morning" said Fatimah and hurriedly entered the house.

Rahman smiled happily at his wife's steps towards the house. "Thank God, thou hast given me priceless happiness, my little wife Fatimah has come to accept me, I am grateful to have it," said Rahman.

***

"Assalamualaikum," said Fatimah to Father and mother who were chatting in the living room.

"Waalaikumussalam, uh there is Fatimah, here dear, mother wants to discuss the same you about the wedding of Sarah later," said Mother who told Fatimah to sit next to her.

Fatimah was sitting next to my mother, "Well, what is Bun talking about?" ask Fatimah to look at Mother.

"This is, mother is confused, you think that good decoration that yes, mother is confused everything is good, Sarah also does not know which one, she said it's up to you," clearly mother while showing the picture of the decoration of the pelaminan on Fatimah.

"Yes, it's good all the Bun, but the blue one is better," proposed Fatimah who pointed to the picture.

"Yes, too, Dad ..take a look, this blue one is good isn't it?" ask the mother who asked for Dad's advice.

"Good Bun" replied Dad.

"No, it's good Bun, '" said Fatimah looking at her mother. Fatimah looked at her parents, she held back her tears, holding her back as if she wanted to complain about all her pain.