Loving My Raised Mother

Longed

"But, Papa not for long, right?" rania looked closely at Arya who was wearing a jacket.

"No dear Rania ... Later that night home too, wait with mama huh? don't be naughty and don't be fussy, Rania's a big one." Arya crouched down and kissed Rania's cheeks right and left. After that Rania played dolls.

Arya approached Fatma who was standing, Arya's hand touched Fatma's cheek and rubbed it very gently. "Darling, I'll go first, okay?"

"Hem, be careful." Fatma.

Arya's eye bead momentarily moved watching the henchman Rania play the doll. Then turned his gaze toward Fatma with a friendly thumb still stroking Fatma's delicate cheek then Briefly Arya kissed her cheek that was right next to Fatma's lip.

That made Fatma's heart gasp for fear that Rania saw it. But the boy was too focused on his toys.

"Wait for me to come home?" aryan whispered right in the fatma ear.

Fatma nodded and rubbed Arya's cheeks. With a sweet smile, Arya went out of the room. She said goodbye to Rania.

Fatma followed and escorted to the terrace. And then after they left. Fatma and the mother to the room of the Goddess to accompany.

"Goddess, have you eaten yet?" tanya Fatma after being in the room of the Goddess.

"Not hungry yet." Replies lethargic. Both of his eyes were puffy as a result of crying continuously.

"Eat first, my Goddess. It'll hurt and it'll lose itself." Timpal Bu Wati is sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Don't get it? eat it." bargain Fatma.

"I'm not hungry, brother, I just want to be alone." Sounds weak.

"A patient and strong goddess? maybe this is a trial for the Goddess and Brother sure that behind this all there will be a silver lining." Fatma rubbed the Goddess' back.

"The obvious. With Aa's blessing, Aa plans to marry her fiance today, this date and this month. Also done though not with the woman previously planned."

Fatma and bu Wati fell silent and digested the intent of the Goddess. Staring at the girl who looked down and hit with what had happened to her.

"Indeed, Aa is her marriage plan the same as she is today?" Search Fatma.

"Yes, today. He said he also got married today but with his cheating man" said Dewi, nodding.

"Sister also got his invitation. The bride-to-be's the son of a business partner's brother."

Goddesses looks up. "So Brother didn't come there!"

"No, you will be here in a few days" said Fatma lirih.

"Ooh, you got the invitation too?" Ms. Wati looked at her daughter.

"Yes, Mom. Right, I'm just sending her a gift. Brother sure someday Goddess will find a better man, sad may, but do not slump for long huh? we must rise, spirit. We have to move on and be happy" Fatma said.

The Goddess's bead looked towards Fatma. I love her so much, brother."

"I understand. But maybe God loves him more. So that God took it faster and now he is calm there, we just pray for him" said Fatma very softly.

Goddesses shake. "I'm just sad why did it have to be so fast? on our wedding day without us meeting first."

"That's it. God must have other plans for the Goddess." Fatma hugged the Goddess very tightly.

Ms. Wati smiled bitterly at the sight of the two of them. Look to see the fate that befell them both.

Silent!

The three of them chose to be silent and busy with their respective thoughts. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of the Maghrib adhan who melodious invite all Muslims to fulfill his invitation.

Bu Wati left Fatma and Dewi. "Mom's out first huh?"

"Sir Fatma does not pray?''

Fatma's head shook his head. "No. Still pms" he replied.

"Hem .. can't ml dong, brother?" said the Goddess with a thin smile.

"Hem," murmured Fatma.

Then Fatma moved along with her move to the Goddess to the bathroom.

After waiting for a long time. Finally Ara went home and went straight into the room and of course was greeted directly by Fatma.

"Just home!" welcome Fatma closer.

''Assalmu'alaikum .. haven't slept?'' greet Arya while leaning her face and landing a kiss on Fatma's forehead which instantly closed her eyes.

It feels like this time it was treated like this. Previously Aldian had never treated this semester unless there was a desire.

"No, it's only been eight or twenty minutes." He answered, glancing towards the clock.

"Where's rania?" arya asked as she opened her jacket and hung it back to her place.

"Sama Mia and mom. Whining continues nanyain papa, he said papa lie would be a moment but a long time!" Fatma mimicked Rania's words.

"Aa, to the tomb first all on pilgrimage," continued Arya.

"Would you eat first? I'm ready, huh?" tawar Fatma while staring fixedly at Arya.

"Ep. Already eaten, treated there. It's not good to refuse" said Arya. "Darling to eat?"

Arya asked back and approached to hug Fatma's shoulder and placed her chin near Fatma's side neck.

"I was, like, Mom and I persuaded the Goddess to eat." Fatma's hand moved rubbing Arya's cheek. As a woman with experience. At least Fatma was not too awkward in coming into contact with the man who became her husband. Sometimes his heart seems to jump far.

"Good, if he wants to eat. Aa take a shower, okay?" Arya stood up and opened her T-shirt walking towards the door.

Both of Fatma's eyes stared at Arya's back which was then lost behind the door. Then Fatma moved with the intention of preparing a nightgown for Arya, and she had not changed her nightgown.

Fatma picked up her thin nightgown, which happened to be the one she was carrying with her this lingerie and the now wet pajamas were able to wash.

Fatma changed her clothes with black lingerie.

Not long after, Arya came out from behind the door with a towel wrapped around her waist with drops of water falling from her hair.

Both eyes of Arya immediately found Fatma wearing a long black lingeria.

Netra eyes Fatma stared as if unblinking body Arya who only wore a towel, exposing her athletic body. Several times he swallowed his saliva that was stuck in the throat.

Arya takes her steps closer to the clothes Fatma prepared on the bed, complete with her underwear.

Fatma approached and hugged her husband's body from behind, at first Arya gasped but long enjoyed also though the chest dag-dig-dug.

Fatma placed her cheeks on Arya's back and both hands coiled around her stomach right over the winding of the towel.

"Why hem?" arya asked, holding her hand. Indeed Arya knows that Fatma misses the touch of a husband, as she has experienced and some months she may be lonely ....

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