Loving My Raised Mother

Would

Fatma slightly widened her eyes towards Arya without a word.

"really? rania's mom doesn't miss this handsome om? I thought I would be missed, but I was worthless. Whereas in our-" Aryan speech hangs looking at Fatma's body language.

Fatma turned her head and positioned her body to face Arya. Stare meaningfully. "Yourself, why don't you tell me? it can be even just chat, you are also the one who should contact me, to give news or ask news of me and Rania," said Fatma while swallowing her saliva. His voice is a little shaky.

Arya bengong hear it at once happy, at least this woman wants to express her feelings even if indirectly.

"And you can also chat me? ask! honey, have you eaten yet? or where is my dear? have you gone home yet? I can."

Fatma's head who was paying attention to Rania turned to Arya. "You're evil, you can let me hope to worry about you." Fatma's hand hit Arya's chest a few times, her eyes turned pushy and in the end the clear water escaped also sliding past her cheeks.

It feels like he wants to overflow from yesterday, as proof that he is very worried about Arya.

Arya looked at Fatma's beautiful face that was getting shady under her beach hat. Wanting to catch her hand and hold her tightly and pull her into a hug, wiping her tears.

But Arya does not dare to do it before halal, she wants to really take care of it except kepepet.

"Em, sorry! I did it on purpose, I think let time show that we miss each other, think of each other and the universe be a witness. If we love each other and need each other."

Fatma's head shook his head. "I thought you were serious, but it turns out you were just messing around and giving empty hope, you didn't mean it." While wiping her tears rough.

Degh's!

"Why say it like that? I mean it, I seriously want to interrupt you. Do you still have doubts about what I'm doing? and it wasn't just for Rania like you said, that I only came for Rania. I came for you too of course," said Arya full of seriousness.

"I, don't believe it. The proof is that you're leaving doesn't care how I feel thinking about you." Rajuk Fatma partly overflows her frustration while taking a step away from Arya.

The weather turned shady not as hot as it was. The sky suddenly grey. The sun is dimly covered in some clouds.

Gegas Arya followed Fatma's steps and blocked right in front of her. But Fatma turned around and wanted to avoid Arya.

Arya again followed and knelt in front of Fatma who was spontaneously stunned. Staring in wonder towards Arya.

"I don't know what else to do to make you believe that I'm serious about asking you, '" said Arya.

He was confused and did not know how to do it, aware that he was not a poet who was good at stringing words.

Fatma turned her head right and left and there were many people who were watching towards the two of them while muttering. So sweet ....

"Why are you doing that? shame," he murmured Fatma.

Arya took out a small object from her pocket, a round and hollow object, there was a small jewel of simple golden yellow.

The bead of Fatma's eyes was on the object in Arya's hand.

"I, Arya Saputra. Saying that today, this second asked you Fatmala. Will you be my wife? the mother of my children?" arya looked towards Fatma.

Netra eyes Fatma stared at the nanar, not expecting that Arya would happen like this. A sweet smile graced Fatma's thin lips.

Then Netra Fatma turned to look around that looked very supportive by uniting her hands together.

Then Fatma closed her eyes for a moment accompanied by a scream in her heart, this is the soul mate she was looking for! he bit his lower lip and looked back at Arya.

"Bismillah .. I'm Fatmala. Declare-" hangs her words.

"Again, I ask, will you be my wife and the mother of the children? I can't promise you anything because promises will be easy to break. Just let's study and go to a happy household."

"Answer. Answer, answer."

All gave support n including Rania who was in the front guard. Clapping their hands like any other adult.

"Let's answer. Let's answer, let's answer yes or no, yes or no.''

Fatma smiled wryly, her feelings so mixed between happy and haru. So that her tears come back.

Fatma steadied her heart to give an answer. actually she also needs to be happy, she also wants to be like a woman who generally has a good husband, who is responsible.

It is not necessary for the rich to take responsibility, even if they give their lives as well as they can. But love and appreciate his role as a wife. That's enough for him.

After waiting for some time, finally Fatma slowly nodded as well.

Making Arya who was tense and nervous finally melted and smiled widely. He immediately pinned the ring on Fatma's ring finger without touching her skin.

Fatma's face was so moved and held the ring. Her lips continued to review her most beautiful smile. "Thank you?"

"I should have said thank you." Reply Arya with a very attached and loving sincere look.

All applauded in happiness with this couple.

Rania looked happy. "Hore ... Rania has a new papa. Rania has a new papa."

I don't know where the boy knew that Arya would be a new father or a family relationship.

Rania hugged the mother and Arya took turns.

"Why are you and Mom getting married?" ask the child to be surprised, know where Segede's son tried to get married.

"Love," Arya replies by hugging Rania instead of hugging her mother.

Then they play sand together and occasionally run around.

Fatma's heart rumbles like the sound of waves hitting the rock, it still does not believe will soon be a beautiful circular ring on the ring finger in the unfinished Iddah period.

"Mama, bengong continue ih .." byur-byur, byur. Rania splashed water on the mother.

"Darling don't. Mama don't want to be flush, don't bring a change of clothes you know." Fatma away from the beach.

Letting Rania and Arya as well as Mia who play with water and sand. Making houses.

Arya runs towards Fatma after making Rania a tall sand house.

"Why not play?" arya asked as she opened her wet and sandy t-shirt ....

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