Loving My Raised Mother

My husband-to-be

Now Fatma is soaking in the bathtub with a heart that blooms like a flower garden that is blooming. His lips were unceasingly reviewing the smile. With both hands he used to rub the foam all over his body.

After a long soak, Fatma finally cleaned herself under the shower with warm temperatures. "Strong."

His right hand grabbed the towel kimono hanging on the side to cover his plain and wet body. Rushed out a regular walk towards Wardrobe choosing her evening attire that she wanted to wear right now.

Then swung her steps closer to the wide makeup mirror and reflected almost all of Fatma's body.

Giving a thin powder on the face, thin lipstick anyway but did not reduce the beautiful face. Then comb your hair and spray your favorite fragrance oil onto each of those beautiful curves.

Then take his steps out of the room. To make sure that Arya is still on the sofa or has moved into the room. But Fatma chose to stand near the stairs with a look of eyes peering down.

The sofa is empty, meaning Arya has moved into the room, there is no way to go home! selflessly the same as himself. Think Fatma.

Then Fatma turned her body back to the room but was shocked and shocked by Fatma, when her beautiful bead of eyes got a person standing right before Fatma with her smile lips expanding.

"Oh my God ..." Fatma rubbed her rising chest. "Why not talk? make the hangers know?"

"Emang, have a heart disease?" Arya raised her eyebrows next to.

"Yes .. Would I hang?" fatma retorted while hitting Arya's upper arm.

"No really. Find who the hell's goin' down?" arya's head looked right and left.

"No .. don't look for anyone." Fatma answered nervously.

"What true? no. .. didn't look for me?" while playing his eyes.

"Yes .. who is looking for it. GR greatly? it's not so great to feel." Elak Fatma holding the ladder fence.

Arya stared fixedly at Fatma who looked wrong in front of her.

"What are you doing here yourself?" search for Fatma while squinting her eyes.

"Em, look at Rania. I haven't seen him in a few days." Arya replied slightly pointing with her chin towards Rania's room.

"Oh," Fatma nodded, then chose silence.

"Why is it still here? it's already night. Rest on bad luck," said Arya who stood beside Fatma.

"Hem? you haven't slept either? taking a day off there's no duty." Slight glancing.

"Me, tomorrow's assignment. Afternoon but! take a long trip."

"Where are you?" Fatma was curious and looked towards Arya waiting for an answer.

"To your heart!" reply Arya looked friendly then looked down for a while then looked up again.

"What the hell? not funny." Fatma blushed in shame.

"For a few days I was busy. Don't look for me, will you?"

"Yes .. Who wants to find you? there's no. Really great feeling, what do you do? I have a lot of work, no time." continued Fatma shook her head.

"For a long time my wife-to-be brought too huh?" aryan's voice softly and the smile that always adorns her lips.

Fatma gave a glance. Then put the view in another direction. It seems like there is nothing he should answer.

"Precidently quiet. Stiff, now bring it." Arya.

Fatmala's head turned towards Arya. "You too, it makes no difference. That was me ..." Fatma looked down again. "I used to be somebody's wife. I have limits even if it's a work matter."

"You yourself. Got a fiancee, the girl you introduced me to, why did you break up? isn't the date set?"

"Yes, but .. might not be a soul mate-"

"Aren't you a soul mate or you have another woman?" search Fatma cut the word arya. His gaze was on Arya's face.

Both of Arya's hands were holding the ladder fence laying her body there. "No, not at all. I cannot cancel it if ... Never mind. Is it night break there? can't sleep and finally bad luck."

"Hem .. I know you love him so much? so you don't want to talk about that, do you?" Fatma pointed towards Arya while showing her white teeth.

"Bawel, sleep there!" Arya went straight down the stairs.

Fatma looked at Arya's back as she walked down. "Met my future husband's night?" Fatmala.

It was slow and barely audible. But still Arya can hear so stop her steps for a moment and then flip her body. make Fatma immediately reverse. body turned back Arya. Shame about his own words.

"Met Bobo is also my future wife." Lirih Arya but clearly.

Fatma was stunned in place then moved her eyes looking at Arya who was now walking away from the place. Then he walked closer to Rania's room. Pushing the door stood up for a moment looking at the boy who was sleeping deeply. Slowly shut the door.

Fatma's steps continued towards her room to rest. Coincidentally the time has shown at 00.20 wib. Fatma quickly laid her body on the king-size bed. Trying to close his eyes that felt no drowsiness at all.

But after trying hard. Drowsiness also greeted both eyes of Fatma. "Hua ..m, sleepy."

While Arya was in the guest room, lying very agitated. Turning right and left turns feels uncomfortable and difficult to sleep. Though it has evaporated so many times that both eyes water. By dawn, then both Aryan eyes can be closed.

The chirping of birds, singing welcomes the arrival of the morning, the dew that pours in the leaves shimmering like jewels. Fatma was standing on the balcony breathing fresh air that had not been exposed to pollution.

"Nurp ..." Fatma sighed so long, a distant glance forward.

Then Fatma took her step towards the bottom floor, remembering Arya, want to make sure that the man was awake or not?

Fatma stood in front of the door, hesitating to open the door. He finally knocked a few times.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

But no one opened. There was no sign of Arya opening the door.

"Why Fatma, haven't woken up yet. Maybe misfortune! wake him up, pity." Bu Wati looked at the princess who was standing in front of the guest door.

Fatma looked at the watch in her left hand. The clockwork round has been shown at 06.25 wib. Slowly Fatma's hand pushed the door in front of her.

Rttt ....

Blake it!

Seemed on the bed there was still someone curled up behind the clean white blanket. Fatma's steps are increasingly steady to approach the person who still looks soundly.

"Hi .. wake up in the afternoon. You up yet?" fatma's voice is very shrewd ....

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