Loving My Raised Mother

Extreme

"Aren't you captain?" The Sultan turned to Vishnu who was just laughing.

"Yoy!" raise his thumb sign in agreement. "Other if it's been a long time. Surely not too tacky to each other."

"Yape! that's real. If it is still new .. automatically is kangen-kangennya. Said someone lying. Every time I want to keep shooting ha ha ha .." continued Sultan while back chuckling.

"Ah, rich has been your experience." Arya shook her head while smiling.

The Sultan returned Arya's smile. "You know, even if I haven't had any experience. But you know ...."

"Don't be surprised, Aa .. he's his handler, ha ha ha .." said Vishnu with a laugh.

"Internet? rain handler. Just yummy. But you know, gini-gini follow parenting, hu hu hu." The Sultan passed by while raising one hand.

Arya and Vishnu followed the Sultan's steps, but after being in the vast plane the two captains took care of something that had become his responsibility.

Sultan turned. "I'm first huh? want to find the same meal, my stomach is already rumbling. Each one is a rumble that can be enjoyed. It's torturing me."

Arya and Vishnu only respond with hand movements. The two continued their duties, while the Sultan half-run to join the flight attendants and flight attendants.

Arya and the rest of the flight crew are currently in a mosque. And suddenly there was a huge rainstorm.

"Allahuakbar-Allahuakbar, astagfirullah. Wallahaula walakuwata is stable." All of them recollected, pleading for protection.

With conditions like this, obviously the flight is fastened for the safety of all.

"Where is this? the flight can't go!" sultan turned to the outside which was raining so hard with such a big wind.

"Yes, how? you will have a long delay!" the other timpal.

"Yes, we have to take shelter here first. But what about the flight attendants?" Two stared anxiously at Vishnu. On the mind with the flight attendants.

"If, to the hotel is also raining and not possible. What can I do! we're all sitting here." Vishnu circled his gaze towards the several flight attendants who were in the rear saf.

Arya answered with a nod and lips that kept on pining. He became reminded of the people at home, so miss the same wife and child.

When the rain began to subside they also moved from the mosque to the hotel that they will use to stay if tonight the flight is squeezed for a while.

Arya slid her body on the sofa. While the Sultan and the others in a soft mattress.

Arya slowly closed her eyes, to rest for a while while waiting for the condition to improve. This allows for a return flight. And back to Jakarta bring passengers.

But until the early hours of the morning the rain is still heavy which is accompanied by a fairly large wind.

And probably until noon, every airline cannot make a departure. Made all of you sigh long and let off violently.

They're glued to the spot. Can not go anywhere, let alone go back to Jakarta which should have reached there by now. But with schedule delays, leaving them stranded while at this location.

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"How are you? I hope you can keep the attitude while here. So that the related parties can provide relief from the punishment you are living," said Fatma as she stared intently at Aldian who lowered her head.

"Don't sok ngingetin. If you want, just help me get out of here. Don't just talk, just smelly, you know?" aldian's voice with a cold tone and a flat face.

"You don't have to expect any help from me, because you want it like this, do you?" continue Fatma.

"But this is all, because you also brought me here." It was clearly Aldian who looked furious at Fatma.

Aldian is indeed tormented by being behind iron bars like this. Life turned 99% frustrating Aldian.

"What are you doing here? just to say that? or are you saying that you're married to your pet? cuih, want to be the same as my former widow, but we won well anyway. Or maybe you've been playing with your pet."

Aldian's right hand gripped Fatma's chin and the other pointed towards Fatma's face.

"Let go of me? don't talk carelessly huh? I'm not that cool. Who never thought of his partner's heart." Fatma's hand brushed Aldian's arm.

"Remember ya? I am no longer a person of yours. And one more thing you should remember! you have children, your own flesh and blood that you must pay attention to." Fatma stared intently at Aldian who was staring blankly in the other direction.

"For example, just love the news even though just asking how it is, do not let Rania feel you do not care about her. If you keep like this! he could have polled his own father." Fatma.

Fatma moved as she stared intently at the undisturbed Aldian. In his little heart he remembered the same boy. Just remember nothing more.

Fatma carried her shaky steps, walking out of the rutans. Approaching his parked car some distance away.

Mr. Harlan who had stood up and suddenly opened the door for the employer. Fatma, who looked sad.

"Back of the office, sir?" fatma muttered when his back was leaning on the soft car seat.

"Okay, Madam." Mr. Harlan nodded.

"Yes, it's lunchtime. Take me to the airport, mom and dad are going abroad again." Fatma said as she looked at the clock in her hand.

"Keep, if the madam and master are not there, who is Mension, Madam?" ask Mr. Harlan with the focus on driving the car.

"The father was there too. Assistant and security there! I'll also be going back and forth to the Mension-apartment. Where do I want my husband to live? me where? except in a state of duty," said Fatma as she sighed.

"It's good that my husband wants to stay in the mansion." Added Fatma. His gaze loosened out the window looking at the other vehicles speeding up in a race against time.

"I'm sorry I was so presumptuous?" timpal sir Harlan. Being unwell has already asked.

"No pa-pa, just relax. How is the family of Father? long time I haven't seen them." Tanya Fatma remembered this driver's family.

"Alhamdulilah good. And my wife also often asks you and wants to meet." Answer sir Harlan.

"Thank God, play to Mension. Let's race there and tonight it looks like I'm still in the mension." Further Fatma who told Pak Harlan to take his family to Mension.

"God willing next time I ask" said Mr. Harlan, his eyes remain alert ahead.

Arriving at the office. Fatma rushed into her room and when she wanted to push the door, her secretary said.

"Inside there are guests waiting for you earlier."

"Who? There was no promise." Fatma's bead stared curiously at the woman in the ash suit.

But Fatma did not wait for an answer. Slowly pushing the door and the netra found someone sitting sweetly on the guest sofa.

A man with a rather full body. "Sir Lie, did he see me again?" inner Fatma.

Hearing the door open, Mr. Lie turned his head and showed his smile and stood up to welcome Fatma.

He himself sat in front of Lord Lie who was staring flatly at Fatma.

"Good day, Madam? how are you doing? long time no see" said Mr. Lie, showing his smile.

"Siang too. Okay, so what's the need to find me here?" reply Fatma ending with question.

"Em .. I haven't seen you in a long time. I hear you're a widow now? just be beautiful and sexy." With a look that makes Fatma uncomfortable.

"What do you mean by arrival? I don't have time to serve unimportant things. And I'm married again" Fatma said, pointing her finger around the wedding ring.

"Well, how fast is that?" muttered Mr. Lie who was observing Fatma's finger. "Don't joke, I know you're a widow!"

"Yes, but I've been edited by a young pilot this week and this is the proof" said Fatma clearly and confidently, kekeh showed her ring finger.

"I don't believe it. There's no median that says you're married again-"

"We haven't had a reception yet. But all my business associates know it." Fatma quickly cut off Mr. Lie's words.

"What time?" connect Mr. Lie with a frown.

"You can believe it or not, whatever. But that's the truth, okay! if there's nothing important to talk about, please leave? I have a lot of work." Fatma's finger pointed towards the door and stood up.

Mr. Lie stared intently, and his heart still doubted the words of Fatma who claimed to be married again. In his heart he said. "No way."

"Okay, I'll go. But one day it will come again." Said Mr. Lie while standing up.

"It's best if you don't come again, if it's not important. Causes of autism We don't work together anymore. There's nothing more we should talk about, is there?" again Fatma's index finger pointed at the door that was still open.

"OKAY. Muezz." Mr. Lie took off the distant kiss, making Fatma feel amused.

Fatma looked at Mr. Lie's back and immediately closed the door. "Huuh ... finally went too. Why is it coming too? it doesn't matter." Little shakes.

Then Fatma continued her long overdue work. Looked at his laptop screen, but his phone rang. For a moment Fatma looked at the cellphone screen lying on the table.

His hands pointed and took the flat object.

"Hello, Aa?" greeting Fatma when picking up the phone clearly heard the voice of a man from the other end.

"Honey. I'm late, the weather's still extreme and there's no flight. We do not want to take risks" said Arya make Fatma feel sad.

Just got married! it has to be separated like this. "How else would you dong if gini? careful huh? I miss you!" her voice Fatma was trembling and shrill.

"Prophement darling ... Aa will definitely be home. All right over there? oya if Rania nanyain! tell me it's still work." Arya's message and say goodbye.

"Yes, be careful." Fatma rubbed the corner of her eye which let out a round of clear water.

The phone is back on the table. Daydream for a while until finally continuing his activities again.

But not long, Fatma stopped the activity and closed the laptop that should still be used. His mind became riled up, anxious. Was-was, worried about the husband who was confined in a city that was experiencing extreme weather.

"Oh Allah .. save my husband and others. I could not part with him" said Fatma, holding her hands and face up to the ceiling.

"I'm not doing anything" Fatma muttered, then lowered her face to the table with her two-handed pillows.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

Suddenly Fatma raised her head to look at the door that was none other than Zayn. His cousin.

"Lesu is so much mom?" as they walk over. Then sit in a chair right in front of Fatma and give her a file.

Fatma opens the sheets per sheet. He observed carefully, his eyes were very observant to see an incongruity. "This is something less. Check it again."

Zayn took and observed as Fatma said.

"Who made that report?" look at Fatma, staring fixedly at Zayn.

"He he he .. That's my staff. All right .. Let me make another new one. By the way why is that monyong? not in the kiss of what husband?" chirp Zayn while grinning to show his white teeth.

"Gusar is that, rich is there a big problem?" looking at Zayn, his hand flicked the beam onto his body.

"Why not try? my husband is locked up in a city that is experiencing extreme weather. Can't go home. All flights are closed." Fatma's voice shook and her eyes glazed over.

For a moment Zayn was silent while staring very hard. It felt like Fatma was feeling it now. Then he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"You pray that everything will be fine and the weather there will soon be normal again, so that the flight opens quickly. And your husband quickly returned," Zayn said very softly. Don't want to see his cousin sad.

Fatma rubbed her wet cheeks. "I'm very worried, but. Aamiins. Thanks huh?"

"Smile dong, don't be sad anymore. There are many tasks. Oya wouldn't want to nganter om and Aunt to the airport? follow."

"Oohs. Yes," Fatma replied as she glanced towards the clock that was coiling in her hand. "OK off now?"

Zayn moved along with Fatma who stood shifting her chair. Grabbing his cell phone and his bag.

"I went to my room first to save this file" Zayn said as he wandered into his room.

Fatma just glanced and continued her steps towards the elevator that would connect with the lobby.

Everyone who passed by would nod respectfully to Fatma as his superior. Fatma stood near the car after her steps accelerated.

With wide strides, Zayn could catch up with Fatma and ask for one car only.

"Come on, you're ahead?" pinta Fatma pointed at the seat in front with the driver.

"Alright, Madam .. I do it! ohhoho." Zayn enters Fatma's car and sits next to Harlan.

Once everything is in the car, and already wearing a seat belt. Only then did Mr. Harlan drive the car at moderate speed ....

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