Loving My Raised Mother

Sock

Hi.... all my readers? today I'm busy helping out with yellow rice, so it's late, but don't worry. Although one chapter but fill two chapters really, happy reading 🙏

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Still hugging his wife tightly, Arya gave a small kiss on the nape of her neck. "I'm sorry, I didn't marry you before. It turns out that having a wife is better, there is sleep nemenin, beware.some masakin .. of course with love."

Nyse ....

But Fatma was already bad at her husband. With teary eyes, he turned his body to face Arya. "You're evil, I think you're really sorry to marry me?''

Fatma hit Arya's chest with an annoyed and sulking voice. Then hugged the husband who also embraced himself. And drowned his head in Aya's chest.

"Ha ha ha .. I'm lucky to have married you, sorry why haven't we met and got married?"

"Hem .. but you were planning to marry her not like me. But same with him." Typal Fatma while still hiding the face in the chest of the Aryan field.

"Yes, but on the way. I feel that you are my soul mate" Arya said, tightening her arms.

"Can't that be it?" ask Fatma curiously.

"For ... I often dream, marry the woman who is now in my arms" said Arya while kissing Fatma's head.

"Oh yeah? lying." lying." Fatma Typal.

"Truly, every time I pray is your face. Who dances in my eyes, so I feel that you are my soul mate" said Arya while smiling charmingly.

"Em .. so sweet .. but I I don't feel anything." Fatma poked her lips.

"But now bucin, is it not the same as me? very dear, am I not the same come on?" aryan's fingers pinned Fatma's nose.

"No, who said?" rolling his eyes puffed.

"No what? not little. Know me!" tymphal Aryan.

Then Fatma moved her body, nose sniffing smelling something. "You what's up?" while continuing to sniff.

Arya's nose also sniffed and looked for the source of the smell of the charred.

"Yes, geez. I forgot! you're bothering me." Fatma turned the body and turned off the stove. "Aah .. My fried rice is charred. Aah .. This is because of you," Fatma glared, glaring at Arya.

"Ha ha ha .. How come it's me anyway? take a look?" Arya scooped up the fried rice in the frying pan. "It's still edible baby, scorch it a little underneath."

"Yes, smell .. This is because of you. I'm not cooking, hik hik. You eat, I don't want to!" The voice of spoiled Fatma.

"Yes, don't pa-pa for me, baby make another one." Arya showed her smile.

"It's just bread, make BT akh. I'm gonna take a shower on Rania first." Fatma opened her apron.

Springing into Rania's room like yesterday, Rania seemed to have taken a bath.

"Mama, I've had a shower. Can you please?" greet the child when the mother appears from behind the door.

"O! yes, Mama's son, yu dandan first?" Fatma immediately dressed Rania. continued to make her bed, opening the curtains. Clean the room.

"Papa, make what?" rania asked Arya who was struggling in front of the stove.

"Eeh, sweet boy, this again makes Papa-style fried rice for Mama and Rania." Arya turned towards Rania.

Rania sat on the dining table chair and faced a glass of warm milk. "Lho. Didn't Mama make us breakfast?"

"So mama make, baby .. just a little frenzy, is okay for papa." Arya serves fried rice dishes for the wife and Rania.

"Rubber? mama's not good at dong, is she?" rania said as she sipped her warm milk.

"No! that's not it, honey. Mama is proficient, just papa who bullies mama," said Arya while showing her smile.

Arya handed me another breakfast plate. "Eat baby? don't forget to read the prayer!" a cuph! kissing the head of Rania lovingly.

"Yes, Papa. Bishmij ... . Aamiin's." After reading the prayer, Rania had breakfast.

"Aamiin O Allah .." timpal Arya also started eating it together with Rania. Because Fatma is still cleaning up in Rania's room.

Moments later Fatma appeared with Rania's school bag, then entered the provision of Rania that he had prepared beforehand.

"Lho. How's the new fried rice?" fatma was astonished when she saw two new dishes of fried rice. While Arya ate the fried rice that was a little charred.

"Yes dong, I make a special for my beloved wife and children." Arya blinked her naughty eyes.

"Original?" Fatma sat down and tasted a little. "Enak. But it's really Aa who made it?" still doubtful.

"Yes dong dear. Original, Rania's the witness?" Arya glanced towards Rania.

"Yes, Mama. Papa's cooking, good? Oh, I mean, why don't you read prayer?" Rania looked at the mother again and again put a spoon in her mouth.

"Oh, I forgot!" Fatma blushed in shame.

Aryan finger leads to the competitiveness of Fatma's face, to tuck the child's hair behind the ear. " If you forget, read it and then read it. ."

Fatma followed what Arya said. Then continue the breakfast.

After breakfast Arya leads the prayer after meals.

"Now we read the prayer after the meal. ."

"Aamiin, O God." Typal Fatma and Rania.

Then they get ready to start their own routine. Fatma was working with her car which was then Mr. Harlan.

Arya takes Rania to school on her motorcycle.

The three of them were separated in the parking lot.

"Be careful, dear, who is diligent is also a pinter?" Fatma kissed both of Rania's cheeks.

"Okay Mama." Answer Rania.

Then Fatma stood up and approached Arya who was standing by the car door.

"Aa, be careful and pick up Rania." Then grab Arya's hand to kiss her.

"Dear, be careful too. Oya, by the way there's no reward?" arya asked as she raised her eyebrows, her lips twitching a smile.

For a moment Fatma was silent, digesting Arya's intentions while looking fixedly. Then smile and bring her mouth closer to Arya's cheek while whispering. "Please, I'll give you like last night. Sometime," cuph gives a friendly bow there.

Arya's hand rubbed the cheek that Fatma had just kissed. "Don't dong sometime?"

"It's ah, noon." Fatma enters the car that Arya opened.

Likewise, Rania waved at the mother who also returned their wishes.

Arya and Rania are riding the two wheels. He immediately drove to Rania's school.

"Bismillah ... Rania left for school. May be saved until the destination and get useful knowledge."

"Aamiin .." said the boy.

The journey also began. Arya drove the bike quickly but did not speed. Splitting the streets are quite crowded with vehicles that pass by and bring their passengers for daily activities.

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Early in the morning Zayn was in the bathroom and Susi was preparing her clothes on the neat bed.

"Markonah? towel dong please? I forgot to take my towel there." Zayn's voice from the bathroom.

"Aish .. habit likes to forget to bring a towel or accidentally nyimpen towels in the room." Susi grumbled as she grabbed Zayn's towel.

"Hubliness! here's the towel." Susi knocked on the bathroom door.

The door opened, and Zayn appeared drenched and with nothing attached to his body. Taking a towel from Susi's hand as well as pulling into the bathroom, he carried it down the shower.

"Eeh, what the hell are you Zaylangkung? I've already taken a shower. It's good to bring wet-bashan." Squeeze Susi who was embraced by Zayn under the warm water.

"Have a bath, what's the harm in taking another bath?" pekik Zayn no less high tone.

"What harm? wrong dong! I want to prepare breakfast for you, not a bath," Susi said.

"You're giving me breakfast, aren't you?" zayn asked, looking at Susi's face.

"Yes, so drenched in gini!" Susi's upset.

"Yes, already. Love now?" pinta Zay.

Susi looked up while wiping the water that soaked her face. "You're crazy, huh? time to eat here? Eat, yes in the kitchen."

"You're gonna give me breakfast, aren't you? love is here? I'm hungry already" Zayn said in a trembling voice and looked strangely at Susi.

Susi did not understand Zayn's intention to make the dizziness. "What do you mean? you want to eat here? I'll get it."

Zayn shook his head to see the wife who did not understand her intentions. Then Zayn reacted immediately, holding Susi's chin slightly up and she scooped her lips.

Susi was shocked but not rebellious, at first ordinary but long ago increasingly led to something more.

Body snuggling. Lips are linked, closed eyes enjoy the fun plus a different sensation by doing it under the warm water that continues to flow.

Zayn continues to guide Susi's passion which begins to carry the atmosphere. Their bodies are getting docked and the lips are getting tangled, the tongue exploring each oral cavity.

Susi was almost out of breath and pushed Zayn's chest. You're looking for the oxygen lost by Pacitan just now.

A moment Zayn stopped, giving Susi space to breathe but not a bit to remove her embrace.

After allowing Susi enough oxygen, Zayn reunited her lips. Guerrilla hands to the sensitive point of Susi was clearly visible due to her wet clothes.

Susi felt that in front of her there was something stuck and pushed forward. Zayn's hand began to open everything that was attached to Susi's body, in throwing it just like that to any place. Without releasing her lips.

Both breaths hunted. The sign of his desire is on the rise. The warm water added to the turbulence of blood flowing profusely in their bodies.

They re-collapse her body and Zayn drags Susi's body against the wall. And gave orders for the milk to obey his orders. Susi also obeyed what Zayn wanted.

Both of Zayn's burly hands raised Susi's buttocks while Susi's back leaned against the wall. Both of Susi's legs curled up to Zayn's waist, hands tightly hugging Zayn's neck in fear of falling. The increased appetite leads them to do something immediately.

Which will make them satisfied. Penetration happens very well and calmly, it does not feel like they did it an hour has passed with some style that has been done both.

Susi's exhausted. "Already, enough. I'm tired." Susi's voice was hoarse and vibrating.

But Zayn did not heed the wife's request, he even accelerated the ritual. And said with a heavy voice. "I'm not enough baby, I'm still hungry."

"It's noon, you want to hang out. Zaylangkung, already?" peek Susi while pushing Zayn's chest and his voice looked heavy with a rough breath and up and down.

Finally Zayn ended his activities and released Susi who immediately approached the shower to clean herself.

The tall handsome man stared at every move of Susi with breathless breath and lips that revealed a triumphant smile.

Then approaching to clean up, Susi was a bit scared to move aside again. His body was quite tired and tired, grabbed the towel robe and rushed out with a slightly swerving bead.

Now Susi is arranging breakfast for Zayn at the table, the woman wearing a short dress and wet unravel hair adds grace to her appearance. Her tiny body from then until now that has not changed.

Zayn appears with a briefcase in hand as well as the keys to the car he is playing in, approaching Susi. "I'm going first?" a cuph! a friendly kiss landed on Susi's forehead.

"Breakfast first?" reply Susi.

"No, I'm late!" zayn answered, taking his wide steps out of the house through the main door.

Susi glanced at the clock that had shown 07.30 wib. "it was clearly late. Tell him to play games first? rich is no other time." Again Gerrutu Susi broke the silence.

His eyes stared at Zayn's back until it disappeared from view.

"Can it be tonight or after work! it's not time to go to work. Crazy Zaylangkung." Susi shook her head, then ate by herself.

Zayn was on his way, his car was stopped at a red light. His ears heard a fight from a car and his eyes looked at the source of the sound.

At first glance then turned again, but immediately turned back to look driven by curiosity who wanted to know and feel familiar with the man in the car. Her family is very foreign to her.

Their car was blocked by a few meters and other vehicles so it was not very clear what they were fussing about.

Although Zayn's gaze toward the car could not clearly hear it, until finally the street light turned green and the other vehicles behind had turned on the horn hoping that the vehicle in front immediately crept.

So did Zayn immediately turn the wheel. Drove quickly, in his heart was still in the negotiation of curiosity. But he ignored it by focusing on looking ahead at the streets.

Occasionally see the rearview mirror whether the car was still one way, but it was not there. It may go in another direction or stop at an intersection. So it's not visible anymore.

Zayn increasingly stuck gas to get to the office he was headed to, occasionally glancing at the expensive clockwork in his hands.

In the middle of driving focus, his phone rang and Zayn tried to answer it. Wearing a headset and receiving a call from Fatma.

Zayn: "Yes, Boss? I'm still on the road. Sorry late."

Fatma: "Tumben are you late? usually you're always on standby on location!"

Fatma's voice from the other end of the phone seemed astonished by Zayn's delay to the office ....

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