Loving My Raised Mother

Will be my wife

"Oh, what a handsome AA?" Sofi and the others were so fascinated by this figure of the captain they knew.

Fatma looked at Sofi looking at her suspiciously, Fatma felt that the woman liked Arya more than just an ordinary friend. Seen from her body language Sofi who shows that she likes Arya.

At this time everything sits sweetly at the table near the table sat by Arya and Fatma as well as the Sultan who invites Vishnu to join the table. They ate dishes available at the table.

"Thank you, to everyone. For surprise? honestly I didn't expect it" Arya said between meals.

"This. The idea of the Sultan is our context for gathering here, oya! it's nice to get acquainted with you," said Vishnu glanced at Fatma who was putting a cake into his mouth.

"Ooh, yeah! equally captain, I am also happy to know all of you friends from Arya. Would you like to dong next time I invite you to eat at my house? yes ... Just have a casual conversation." Reply Fatma very friendly and her figure that is adaptable or easy to get along with becomes very easy to get to know new people.

"Em, of course I want to, let alone be able to bring my children and wife, even if just having a friendship." Vishnu nodded and warmly welcomed the idea of Fatma.

Sultan drank it. After eating the food in his mouth. "Captain, all in touch with the prospective in-laws. The country's mother is here, right? time not knowing?"

For a moment the captain of Vishnu fell silent and frowned, he tried to digest the purpose and purpose of the Sultan and in the end Vishnu understood. "Ooh .. This, the figure of the person Arya admired? yes ... just amazed mah. free. Baby didn't?" the eyes turned towards the Sultan.

"Noah! don't ask, whining, really. Tau dong was romans-rimans like that burning! watch dong earlier?" timpal Sultan returned to bribe.

"Yes-yes, yeah I know. Hopefully it will be, it fits," continued Vishnu look towards Arya and Fatma alternately.

"What are you talking about?" Arya wiped her mouth with a tissue.

While Fatma's lips only reviewed her smile. If you hear the name of the First Lady, of course Fatma feels it is the name for herself that the Sultan always said. Then the blind eye Fatma caught Sofi who always stole a glance.

Fatma shook her head and said in her heart. "It's chick. Steal Mulu's eyes."

"Oya Kak, what was my question? want not! iku-"

"Geez, uhuk." Arya suddenly coughed at the Sultan again questioning it to Fatma.

"Eeh, what's wrong with you?" tanya Fatma spontaneously gave the water to bend it for Arya to drink right then and there.

"Come on, Brother, answer me! yes or no? Oya, the others will bear witness to Fatma's response." The sultan spread his gaze to all his friends and looked closely at Fatma.

"Then the Tatan made me a hanger. What the hell does that mean? it's good to propose to Fatma." Inner Aryan food that has been in the mouth suddenly difficult to swallow.

Fatma was confused, why the Sultan had to ask the same question, so he was not good to answer. Say yes? surely not want to, lost no? not good in front of people. "Em, well-to-"

"Will you marry me?" spontaneously the question came out of Arya's own mouth, she did not want Fatma to accept the Sultan. Even if just to live.

Blake it!

Sultan's hand patted the table and said "Nah. Bae diem! jealousy is it."

Clearly Arya was shocked by the Sultan's expression. He thought the Sultan would be angry because he suddenly cut off his conversation with Fatma.

Moreover Fatma gasped, dumbfounded. And feel a shock between believing and not believing with the question that Arya throws. Make his chest continue to pound, dag dig dug not careless. Like the roar of the waves in the ocean, although behind it his heart is likened to a flower garden that is blooming that fragrant fragrant. Fatma did not dare to raise her face.

He looked down deeply, as his hands stirred up the food. His cheeks were red, embarrassed. Her body language showed that she was very nervous like a virgin child who had just been shot.

"Where, not accepted? who does not know the figure of Arya who is handsome, responsible. Attention, fine. Will not regret deh .. only a stupid woman who wastes a man like him," said Vishnu who is quite well acquainted with who Arya.

"Yes!" connect Sultan.

Silent!

"Subsequently dong?" The Sultan stared at Arya who was silent again.

Arya's heart beat erratically, breathing out through her mouth. "Huuh ..." Time after time Arya tried to neutralize her feelings ....

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Come on, who's waiting for an episode of Arya shooting Fatma? Dorr ...