Loving My Raised Mother

Be delirious

"Eh, i-yes. This is also just coming home from a meeting." Fatma replied with a sweet smile.

Arya remained silent. Busy with his mind that sailed everywhere.

The sultan who noticed Arya's facial expression, smiled inwardly. Then turned his gaze to Fatma who sipped her drinking water. Lek, lek-lek sounds so good across his throat.

Makes the one looking along swallow his saliva. Likewise with Arya who saw it, but she immediately lowered her head.

"Sister, Fatma. You are so very beautiful that all the men must be infatuated with you" said Sultan.

Fatma smiled wryly, blushing shyly hearing it. Arya spontaneously looked up to hear the Sultan's chatter that made her heart warm up.

"Si Tatan said what the hell? don't understand what it is." murmured Arya in the heart.

"It could be, the reality is not like that. The proof! my house failed, and another one. Why try to be crazy? if you do not love, you are free to admire. If it only hurts," said Fatma accompanied by lips that continue to review smiles.

"Good, really, too. But if love should be expressed, not in a damper, right?" sultan glanced at Arya who was silent.

"Yes anyway. But ... sometimes someone like that does not want to express. Instead of finding the right time, because. He needs consideration and does not want to be rash or still convince himself. Could it be." Answer Fatma.

"Therefore. Sundanese people say, Tong gurung rowdy alias do not rush." Arya confirmed the answer from Fatma.

The Sultan smiled meaningfully looking towards Arya, then turned to Fatma again. "OK, here. If I wanted to be Fatma's husband, what? I promise to be a good husband and love Rania like my daughter. How's it?" sultan asked Fatma. While glancing at Arya with her eyes tails. "Yes, I'm not Fatma's level. You are too high for me to reach."

Arya was amazed to hear the expression of the Sultan who looked very serious. Arya lowered her head while closing her eyes. The more burned Aryan heart at this time.

Likewise with Fatma, he gasped, jolted instead of playing. Because it's completely out of concept! Fatma was dumb, silent for a moment, not believing what she heard.

Silent!

Fatma stared in surprise at the Sultan, the young man staring with a hard to interpret gaze. As if waiting for an answer from him, inwardly wondering what the hell does this mean? get off the track! so confused. "Me, not how. But--"

"I swear, this is not funny! what am I doing here? just to hear a conversation that's not important to me." Arya stood about to leave but quickly the Sultan stood up while catching Arya's hand.

"Bro, this is a chat that you two should be talking to, there's no need for me here!" arya said clearly.

"Why? isn't it just the two who are demons? so what's wrong if I present you bro?" tymphal Sultan's.

Netra Arya eyes staring dislike at the Sultan. It is not understood with the mind of the Sultan at this time. Already knew that he had unusual feelings for Fatma, how could he stab from behind. The two sat together.

Fatma's heart was inevitable. felt strange or surprised by Arya's attitude that seemed to jales, did not like to see himself and the Sultan both let alone talk about the question of feelings.

Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You. Happy Birthday - Happy Birthday. Aryan Happy Birthday ....

Some people emerged from a room. Among them, captain Vishnu and captain Didi, several flight attendants and flight attendants. Anyway people who are close to Arya including Sofi are there too. Carry a tart complete with candles.

"What the fuck?" arya asked astonished.

"Happy birthday Arya .." everyone's voice with bright faces and sparkling eyes, came towards the three of them.

Arya looked towards Fatma and Sultan alternately. They both smiled at him, Fatma took something from under the table. A paper bag containing tarts as well.

"Happy birthday, may a long and healthy life always." Fatma said with an intense look at Arya.

Arya's face changed drastically that had been moping durja. Burning jealous fire is now a sumringah, blissful hue of happiness emanated from her face. They were overwhelmed by the surprise they made for her. "Is this really a surprise for me?" half of not believing.

"Yes, a surprise for you" said Fatma, with a dazzling smile.

Arya's head turned towards the Sultan who was laughing wide. Accompanied by facial expressions that seem to indicate that all this is for Arya.

"Let's blow the candles!" vishnu's decree pointed to the tart in Sofi's hand.

"Blow, blow. Blow, the candles blow." The voices all asked Arya to blow the candles ....

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