Loving My Raised Mother

Doubt it

"here! I brought it, Madam." Adi's voice shocked Fatma.

Fatma stared in surprise at the two bodyguards. "you guys? I didn't tell you to follow me! I am here with my husband. So you don't have to follow me, unless my husband is out and or on business."

Both of his bodyguards nodded in understanding. "But let us now escort you to your husband's unit. After that we'll leave, call us if you need us both."

"Well, one minute!" Fatma reached into her little bag. Then take some money. "This. Make you both."

"Thank you Madam?" said Adi and his friend while nodding respectfully.

Then they walk behind Fatma through the lobby entering the elevator, Fatma's finger pressing a few buttons on the wall.

"We will take you to the apartment unit. After that we'll go." Adi Clear.

"Okay, thank you! Take good care of Missions." Timpal Fatma.

"Well, madam." Adi and her friend nodded.

After arriving in front of the unit Arya bodyguard did not immediately leave Fatma, before making sure Fatma went inside, because congratulations.

Because Fatma does not know the pass number or access to the unit. Fatma could only ring the bell. No lam Arya and Rania open the door.

Rania immediately greeted the mother with a warm embrace full of longing, Rania looked up. "Mam, Rania's kangen."

"Kangens? wih ... just a few hours apart, already told me kangen aja." Fatma led Rania in.

Arya pulls and carries a large suitcase and Rania's school bag. Directly to the room.

Fatma sat with Rania on the sofa. "Rania's at home here hem?"

"Return, Mam. Where's Aunty Mia? why not come?" Rania asked Mia.

"Em .. aunty Mia has moved to work dear. She takes care of baby Dani in Bekasi," Fatma said as she rubbed Rania's head gently.

"Keep who Rania dong?" the child's clear eyes stared fixedly at the mother.

"Darling ... Rania has grown up, you know, can be independent as well so it does not have to be in the care of aunty Mia anymore-"

"Remember, if Papa doesn't work, Rania's the same Papa shuttle, right? and if Papa cooperates with Mr. Dudin and there are many assistants at Mension. Rania just choose." Arya cut the sentence from Fatma.

"Em ... Is that it? continue tomorrow, Rania school same who dong?" netra Rania's eyes looked at Fatma and Arya alternately.

Arya and Fatma exchanged a momentary glance. Then Arya answered. "Tomorrow .. God willing with Papa."

"Hore! ..I went to school with Papa, ye-ye-ye .." The boy cheered.

Then Fatma threw a smile at Arya and stood up. Which room does Rania have?" looking towards Arya.

Then Arya shows an empty room that will be occupied by Rania. Fatma entered and swept her eyes across the room.

Then Fatma rolled up her sleeves. Now he is preparing to arrange Rania's room, changing the bedsheet with the children's favorite motif. Especially her favorite Rania. Hello Kity colored ping.

Fatma turned towards Arya. "Aa, can you ask for help?"

"What dear? open the suitcase just now and grab a sheet of hello kity and bring it here."

"Okay," Arya came out of the room.

"Rania's coming, help bring the sheets." Rania follows Arya to her private room.

Fatma opened her sheets and pillowcases+rolling. He put it in the basket. To replace it with a child motive. Not long after, Rania brought the bedsheets and Arya brought the bag and Rania's needs to the room.

Fatma tidied up the spacious bed for Rania, and Arya arranged all the needs of Rania on the table. Fatma throws a smile at Arya and while patting her hand sign of completion.

"Ye-ye-ye, ye! it's over, Rania wants bobo." Dropping her body, sticking her cheeks into a fragrant pillow with the perfume that the mother sprayed.

"Em, Rania had eaten the bread before Mama came." He muttered while closing his eyes.

Netra Fatma's eyes turned towards Arya who was still arranging Rania's book. "What's true, Rania said just now?"

"Yes, I want noodle cooking. Ask for bread."

"Oh yeah, what's stock in the kitchen?" Fatma took her foot down on the floor and took her step into the kitchen. Followed by Arya.

Fatma scuffed the contents of the drawers in the kitchen. Squat open and observe the contents of the refrigerator. Then Fatma took out the chicken, tempeh and tofu. Kale too, he took it where.

"Sorry huh? no domestic assistants here? arya's voice made Fatma turn her head immediately.

"If I want, just take it from Mension. Beres!" reply Fatma while taking a knife and some containers.

"Well, I want a Maghrib first, right? I'll cook the stone." Cup! landing a small kiss on Fatma's cheek.

Makes Fatma's lips swell up smiling happily. Arya goes into her room and Fatma continues her activities. Prepare for battle with frying pans and hot oil.

About 15 minutes later, Arya again put on a sarong to Fatma to help her cook.

"Can't you cook it?" arya asked the wife who started pouring oil into the frying pan.

"You doubt me, right? it's true, I can't cook and I'm a little afraid of hot oil, he he he .." replied Fatma without looking.

"Yes, already. Here's Aa frying." Arya takes over the position of Fatma.

"No, I can. Just calm. If you want to help? cut the vegetables. If kale really does not know how to cut it. If cooking can."

"Okay, Aa cut her kale. Oya if you are suddenly exposed to hot oil or splashed with hot water. First aid, easy. I smear soy sauce or toothpaste, God willing it is easier to heal and reduce the bubbling of the skin," said Arya.

Fatma nodded. "O! that huh? If you have a neighbor's talk, do you like the heat anyway, can use soy sauce too or toothpaste that?"

"Ha ha ha .. If that's the case, the medicine is patient. Or don't listen to the guy."

"Hit ..." Fatma's Mumbling.

Silent!

With each other's busy?respectively. Only the sound of oil being fried was heard and the sound of sodet met the pan.

"Au ..." Arya's voice sizzled.

Making Fatma gasp and immediately turn the body facing towards Arya. An eye bead finds Arya holding her index finger, as Fatma approaches.

"Awhy?" with a worried tone touching Arya's hand.

Arya grimaced and continued to cover her fingers. "Astagfirullah ... Love ...."

"Why?" repeat Fatma while staring worriedly and trying to see the one Arya covered.

"I got a knife, baby. Thirsty, it hurts .." Arya answered, still covering her finger.

"Where do I see?" Fatma pulls Aryan's hand. His heart was ungodly.

"Get me some plaster, baby." Aryan Pinta.

Fatma was panicking. "Where's the plaster?" fatma's eye bead was looking for a medicine box that she was hard to find ....

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