Loving My Raised Mother

Hopefully soon

"Sorry for your inconvenience at this restaurant?" said the restaurant manager who came to Arya and Fatma.

"Yes, next time it's tightened up again, sir. I don't want it to happen again and happen to anyone" Fatma said, nodding respectfully.

"Once again apologize for the inconvenience, Father and Mother. Hope not to come back." The manager replied to a respectful nod from Fatma.

Then the two walked towards the parking lot, before putting on a helem. Arya stiffened her nose which was hot and painful there were even drops of blood.

Fatma's hands stretched out, and she wiped the blood on Arya's nose with tissue until it was clean. Arya could only look at Fatma's face, her eyes focused on Arya's nose.

"Yes sorry? because of me, you're like this." Without looking at the two eyes of Arya who was looking at him intensely.

"Neverything."

"We're going to the doctor?" fatma said as she moved her netra to see the netra of Arya's eyes looking at her.

Then their gazes locked onto each other, while the time the two of them sat very closely together. As if to dive into each other's hearts. But in the end Fatma turned her gaze in another direction, then lowered her head in showing her embarrassment.

The chest of both pounding and the heart continues to beat very fast, Arya's gaze that is so friendly makes dag dig erratic.

Arya realized that the night was getting late. "Oh, it's night. We go home. now?" Arya continued her intention to wear a helmet.

"Yes," Fatma nodded slowly and then climbed onto the Aryan motorbike which was preparing to go.

Aryan vehicles are now sliding very quickly considering the time is late and the journey to go further than Arya's apartment.

"Handle, I want to accelerate the speed of the motor let it arrive quickly." Aryan's almost inaudible voice that goes hand in hand with the engine sound of Aryan's two wheels and also the others.

But Fatma can still hear and obey him. Fatma's hands were coiled around Arya's waist although it felt awkward. Aryan lips are attracted to curved smiles. After that, Arya increased the speed of the iron horse that she rode with Fatma.

The iron horse darted so fast like an arrow coming out of his bow through the streets and through the darkness that was only decorated with street lights that stood upright beside the highway.

Befriended the night breeze that gently rippled and slipped into the skin of the two. Witnessed by the moon shining brightly and the stars flashing as if smiling to see a pair of humans who were in the exploration of each other.

Upon arrival at Mension, the two went down and entered the Mension, walked in tandem and were greeted warmly and kindly by both Fatma's parents.

"Assynolajet? how are you two doing?" arya asked as she reached out and kissed the back of her second hand.

"Wa'alaikum salam, good alhamdulilah .. how otherwise?" reply to Ms. Wati and her husband.

"Thank God be good too, ma'am. Where's rania? must be sleeping?" aryan's eyes search for Rania's whereabouts.

"Ooh, yes Rania is asleep. Oh, you guys, how come these nights are new?" Madam looked at the two.

"There's been an event, Mom. Arya's birthday." Reply Fatma while sitting on the sofa of the family room and Arya was the same.

"Yes, happy milad huh, Arya boy. May long life and cheap fortune, and another one may soon be a mate." Said Bu Wati accompanied by prayer.

"Thank you, Mom." Arya nodded and her sweet smile, on both cheeks arya there kempotnya make her smile more sweet.

"Mother, how the hell? his soul is already there. Just change the prayer, hopefully in a movement." Timpal Pak Wijaya accompanied by a happy smile.

Making Arya especially Fatma blush in embarrassment. They both looked down to hide his face from the view of Wati and Wijaya sir.

"Em, I'm gonna take a shower, okay? my body is not good. Sultry and sticky." Fatma stands.

"I want to go home too" Arya stood up with a different purpose because she wanted to go home again and it was night.

"No! uh ... Ma-I mean I sit down first I treat his nose." Pinta Fatma sat back down.

"But it's night! I have to go home." I'm Arya, but after seeing Fatma's pleading facial expression. Making Arya choose to sit back in the original place.

"Yes, what a hurry. Just came. Lagiane. Why just nginep? let's meet Rania. He keeps nanyain you know," prevent Bu Wati. Just have Arya stay the night.

Fatma showed her a smile and called for the assistant to take the medicine box.

"What's wrong, wounds?" search Bu Wati curious.

"So there was a little incident, so Arya's nose was bruised." Fatma said while taking the medicine box from her assistant. Then take the ointment and directly applied to Arya's bruised nose.

"Slowly?" pinta Arya on Fatma who instantly stopped her.

"It's slow too, how the hell! I told the doctor," Fatma said, keeping the ointment in place.

"No need to go to the doctor gini doang mah. Thanks?" he said Arya with his hands touching the nose of his nose that was painful but after the ointment. There's cold nyess.

"No sincere thanks .." Fatma protested again distancing herself from Arya.

Fatma's parents were no longer there. Where are they even going? maybe give room to Arya, Fatma in tandem.

"Hem, okay .. thank you, my First Lady," said Arya who sounded very soft and friendly with a friendly gaze.

Fatma threw a smile and returned the gaze from Aryan's bead. While the time they looked at each other and lips were not separated from the smile, proving that both of them were happy.

"Oh, yeah. I take a shower first, what do you want to go home?" Fatma stood up again.

"Can you stay over?" Arya even asked as she scrunched up her eel.

"Can. Why emang? many rooms are empty" said Fatma as she moved her eyeballs.

"You can't! not afraid, there's an intrusion?" Aryan Goda.

"What smuggling? be careful if it gets like that. I fired from my future husband." Typal Fatma, her face flushed red and showed a knotty smile.

"The one received?" arya stared fixedly at Fatma who was already standing.

"I want to take a shower. Oya if you want to stay in the usual room and have been cleaned for sure." Fatma walked closer to the stairs that became access road to get to the top floor.

"Eh .. Instead of answering go!" he muttered Arya saw the back of Fatma who was carrying her steps, walking up the stairs.

Fatma is walking up. I could not hide the smile from his lips. How flowery is the heart of Fatma today ....