Loving My Raised Mother

Don't be sad

"Thank you?" Fatma covered her smile.

"Everything dear." Reply Arya while showing her white teeth.

At this time Fatma was accompanying Rania before going to bed. The boy asked to be sent for a minute.

Arya was standing at the door of Rania's room. Showing a warm smile to the two and disappearing somewhere?

"Mam, where is Papa Rania? never seen Rania or never seen Rania?" rania asked as she looked at the ceiling and hugged her doll.

Hearing words from Rania like that suddenly Fatma's chest feels tight, the heart like an iris. Sick, it turns out that the little heart of this child still remembers his biological father.

Fatma swallows the salivary pain. Her hand gently caressed the head of her little princess, despite getting the attention and affection of Arya, however as Aldian's flesh and blood, Rania still has a side that misses her papa.

"Kok, Mama didn't answer? maybe you've forgotten Rania now?" reanaly Rania glanced at the mother.

"Em, don't forget. Papa Rania may be busy, so never got to see Rania." In the end Fatma gave an answer to Rania.

"O you don't love Rania, Rania also doesn't want to love. The proof was never Rania, right? means you don't remember Rania and Rania." Woe to the boy.

Fatma's chest tightness is increasing at this time. On the other side of Rania's joy, there was a deep longing for her biological father.

"Honey .. papa Rania did not forget, just. He is busy, papa Rania is also often nanyain Rania really. But Mama often forgets to deliver." Forced Fatma to lie so that Rania does not feel abandoned, especially to hate her father.

Later on he will also be blamed, which can not educate children or plant hatred on his own papa.

"Ooh, is that it?" the boy muttered almost inaudibly and Fatma saw seconds later already asleep.

Fatma kissed the boy's forehead with haru. Sad, it feels to remember the words of Rania just now.

Fatma's steps are now regularly heading towards her room. A moment later, he stood at the door and found Arya busy with her laptop screen.

Both of Aryan eyes turned towards Fatma standing up. "Rania is bobo, baby? here?" arya's hand patted the mattress nearby.

Fatma's hand locked the door and walked over to her husband, who was sitting on his laptop. "Already, Rania has bobo."

Arya glanced at the rolex clock on her wrist. "Still at 20. Maybe he was tired of playing."

"Hem." Fatma was short and leaned her head on Aryan's shoulder spoiled.

Arya's head turned and cuph! a warm kiss on landing on Fatma's forehead. "Why, look lethargic! is there something you're thinking about?"

Fatma's breath looked heavy. "You know what Rania was talking about?"

"What?" little glances.

Fatma told him what Rania had revealed to her. Not felt both eyes of Fatma glazed powerless to hold sad.

Arya opened her hand to embrace Fatma's shoulder. "Already, don't think about it, it's only natural that Rania remembers it. After all he was her flesh and blood, the important thing now was to try to make her happy.

"I'm sad to hear that. And I don't know what to say, tell him anything about his papa." Fatma's finger rubbed the corner of her wet eye.

"Sett .. has been ah, don't be sad. Bobo yu?" take Arya and close her laptop.

"Still, afternoon too." Reply FAA while rubbing Arya's messy cheeks.

"Emang why? Rania has bobo! Tomorrow night I leave in the afternoon."

"Sore?" ask Fatma.

"Yes, why?" arya asked back.

"It just so happens that tomorrow I'll have a meeting in this apartment, so it's not far home." Fatma straightened her seat and walked down to the closet to pick up her nightgown.

"It." Fatma answered while bringing clothes to the bathroom.

Arya lay staring at the ceiling while crossing her arms across her chest. Arya remembers her love journey with Renata until it ended in separation, but behind it all there is wisdom that she is not too aware.

If God gives a soul mate who may be better than before.

In the bathroom, Fatma was staring at her reflection in the mirror. Staring intensely at her body that was wearing black lingerie, which was enough to expose each of her curves.

Her chest seemed to rise and fall, so deg-deg-degan herself was willing to face her husband! "Huuh .. why am I so nervous?" rubbed face.

Then put on his robe. Exiting the bathroom without looking at Arya, Fatma walked over to the bed. He took off his robe and put it on the shoulder of his bed.

Arya immediately woke up and sat down to see the wife coming out of the bathroom. Arya's bead eyes continued to stare intensely at the wife who was walking towards her. Wavy unraveling hair, running goulash like a Wati prop.

Especially when Fatma undid her robe, exposing her body that was wearing her clearly thin black lingerie. So that showing every curve in the body that makes Arya's eyes do not blink to see it. Repeatedly swallowed his saliva, in his throat it felt dry.

"Hi ... See what the hell? did you really see it?" Fatma shook her hand.

Dissipate Arya's fantasy until she doesn't blink to see him.

"Huh? why?" Arya blinked her painful eyes.

"See what, to the extent?" repeat Fatma while getting on her knees to the bed.

Arya grabs the wife's hand at her pull to get closer to her. "Here sit with me. Aa look at that very beautiful angel and it turns out that she is mine, I feel jealous that she is close to another man. Especially until I touch it, I'm not willing."

Fatma blushed in embarrassment, hearing the words from the sombre Arya. "Hem, how dreadful is that?" pinning Arya's nose.

"It's not a fight, baby, it's true. An angel in my heart" kissed the head of Fatma.

Aryan's hand squeezes Fatma's fingers soft and smooth. Then grabbed his shoulders and carried his wife's head over his chest.

"It's not a fight, baby, it's true. An angel in my heart" kissed the head of Fatma.

Fatma tightly hugged Aryan's body with both eyes closed hiding her face under Aryan's neck.

"Can I ask for it tonight?" arya asked while stroking the back of Fatma's hand.

Silent!

Fatma chose to be silent for a moment in the same position. It seemed that Arya's question did not need him to answer either, because it was his right and there was no reason for Fatma to refuse him except in certain moments.

Arya carried Fatma's hand, pointed at her lips. In the kiss and affixed to his cheek, moved a smooth swab.

"Can't you?" reworked Arya very softly.

"Sure, may!" muttered Fatma shyly.

Aryan's lips showed her happiness. With a smile, read the prayer as follows.

"Allahumma janibnasyaithana wa janibnisyathana marazaqna.”

“In the name of Allah, O Allah, keep us away from Satan's interference and keep the devil from the sustenance (baby) that You will grant us.

"Aamiin, O God." Timpal Fatma looked up at Arya's face looking up at the ceiling ....

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