Loving My Raised Mother

Go home

Upon arriving at the airport, Fatma and Zayn disembarked and rushed in, greeted by Rania who was already there with Oma and her op.

"Mama?" Rania hugged her mother and looked up. "Who is Mam?"

"Em, papa hasn't come home yet, baby." Fatma's hand rubbed the head of her little daughter affectionately.

"Cock, haven't come home yet? it's been a long time." Rania with a sad face.

"The flight was on a darling kencel .. the weather was bad. Prayers to go home soon?" said Fatma while crouching hugging the body of the child.

"Cook papa hasn't come home yet? he said he'd bring Rania some souvenirs!" muttered Rania in the arms of the mother.

"Propay, baby." Fatma is so good.

Ms. Wati and her husband threw eyes at each other. The inner two mencelos see the grandson who so missed his papa.

"How are you, Auntie?" Zayn approached and reached out to his om and tant.

"Well, where's your wife? instead of being brought to meet us this even disappeared, how the hell?" sahut Bu Wati and Pak Wijaya take turns.

"Busy, Om. Aunty, it was the day after tomorrow to take him to the Missions. Uh ... Om and Auntie are out!" elak Zayn's.

"Akh, you. Speak doang, we've been waiting a long time you haven't come." Mr. Wijaya shook his head.

"Ha ha ha .. sorry?" Zayn.

"Based on your niece, that's it, Dad." Timpal Bu Wati's.

Then Zayn glanced towards Rania and Fatma who were still hugging, Rania looked sad to remember someone.

"Ehem, what if Rania goes along the streets with Om yu? we'll look at the plane! want no?" zayn's hand stalled towards Rania.

The boy slowly took off his arms and turned his head, staring at Zayn then at the outstretched hand. "You."

"Yu, we're going for a walk." Zayn led Rania's small hand in a walk around the building.

"Emang Arya why did Balum come home, Fat?" search the mother.

"There's bad weather, ma'am. All flights are closed" Fatma muttered.

"Ooh, my goodness .." continued Ms. Wati.

"Hopefully the storm passes quickly. And everything is safe, there are no more obstacles to go home," said Mr. Wijaya hopeful.

"Yes. Well, I'm worried and worried too." Fatma. Just this time she felt how worried she was about her husband.

"Patience huh? prayer is just that." Bu Wati rubbed the sad looking back of Fatma.

Fatma nodded. "Yes, have you checked in yet? all data."

"It has. Just waiting for departure, take care of Rania? actually I want to live here. But ... how is there that we left behind long ago." Bu Wati embraces Fatma's shoulder.

"No pa-pa, I can take care of Rania. Especially if there's Arya, I'm calm that she's with me." Fatma convinces the mother who however worries about her and the grandchild.

"Yes. We are also calm to leave you with Arya. May Arya come home soon and be together again." Pak Wijaya's hand rubbed Fatma's shoulder.

Now is the time for Mr. Wijaya and Bu Wati to get ready to enter the plane.

Fatma hugged the mother and the father alternately. Her eyes were powerless to shed tears, sad to be far away from them.

"If there's anything to say. Not on your own, call us. Talk with us," said Bu Wati while hugging the princess only wayangnya.

Fatma nodded slowly. Then take off a hug when you see the new Rania coming with Zayn who looks cheerful again.

Then the spring hugged Bu Wati and Pak Wijaya while telling, if Rania should not be naughty, must obey and pinter. Diligently learn too, do not bother mama and papa.

Rania nodded with her two light beads, feeling sad when she wanted to part with this opa and omanya.

"See you later Oma and Opa. Rania will miss you." Rania hugged both of them.

"Yes dear." Both of them rubbed the head of Rania. "Want if the vacation to Oma's place huh? Oma wait."

"Yes, Oma. Opa." Rania waved her hand.

Ms. Wati and her husband walked up to the second door, to get to the plane that would take her abroad.

Fatma, Rania and Zayn kept waving as farewells. Through a large window until they enter his plane.

Fatma took a long breath. Then he exhaled slowly, looking at the child who was staring at the plane that was starting to creep ready to fly. Carrying a number of passengers who wanted to cross the island through the sky.

"Yes, baby are we home? Mom goes to the salon first. Long time no treatment." Get Fatma to take Rania's hand.

"Yes dong, treatment. Let the more in love husband, so the husband will come home fresh and well. Stay in combat." Chirp Zayn.

"Om Zayn, don't fight! war cannot, neither can it be war nor war. Not good, mending peace is better said the teacher must also love each other." Timpal Rania was walking while hearing the sentence Zayn said.

At first Zayn bengong and stopped his steps just like that, digesting Rania's intentions and goals, exchanging views with Fatma for a moment. Then Zayn laughed off. "ha ha ha ..."

Maybe Rania thinks that Zayn meant war or something. Makes Zayn laugh, and so does Fatma.

"Yes, Om Zayn is there, right? instead of building peace, play battles. No way, Om," Fatma's bead glared at Zayn who was still laughing.

Zayn stop his laughter. "sorry. I mean Om, that's .. play battle-fighting with Mama's beauty kit." Scratching his nape, his own confusion.

Then they searched the restaurant first, not yet having lunch. All of you call Mr. Harlan to eat together.

After that everyone rushed into the car that was parked beautifully on the edge. Now Fatma, Rania. Zayn and Mr. Harlan were already in the car and immediately wearing seatbelt.

Then the car driven by Mr. Harlan drove at medium speed, the goal to the office first to deliver Zayn there.

While Fatma wants to go straight home. Moreover, Rania whining, nanyain continues Arya who makes Fatma dizzy.

"Sweet boy, mending along, Om yu? to Om's house to meet with Susi's aunt. She likes little kids like Rania." Take Zayn while persuading Rania.

"No. Want papa!" the boy shook his head. Kekeh wants papa.

"And the papa hasn't come home, baby, how's dong?" timpal Fatma rubbed Rania's round cheeks.

"Papa's coming home soon? Rania kangen!" his murmur made Fatma feel haru.

Zayn was silent as well as Harlan sir who focused on driving just listening to the conversation that was behind.

Arriving in front of one of the skyscrapers. Zayn stopped and waved after standing next to the car.

For a moment Zayn's head lowered and looked towards Rania. "Where? want to not come to the house? I'll pick you up."

"No way," Rania cheered.

Then Zayn's view turned to the dreamy-looking Fatma. "Boss. I'm going in first, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm fine, just relax." Fatma replied that hiding what was really not okay.

"alright. Sir spy, don't speed. Bring the master to the destination well." Zayn's message diverted his netra on Mr. Harlan.

"Good, Sir." Mr. Harlan nodded respectfully with a smile, hearing Zayn's words. The other guy said he was careful, while Zayn was a spy. Then Mr. Harlan prepared to hit the gas rotating the steering wheel to continue the journey to return to the ministry.

"Honey don't be upset about it dong, or Rania sleepy? yes, sleepy?" jemari Fatma rubbed Rania's head gently.

The child does not respond only to the regular sound of his breathing. Pas Fatma saw the boy's eyes closed. Fatma breathed a very long breath.

Fatma kissed the boy's head while he justified his position. And leaned to the seat that previously Fatma put down a little. "It's sleepy."

Then Fatma's hand took her laptop and she opened it on her lap. Busy yourself and the mind so as not to remember too much the husband who has not been able to go home.

A few tens of minutes did not lapse for so long, finally the car entered the gate that was already open, creeping in. BI Ina welcomed and immediately took Rania to her private room.

Fatma got down and walked nonchalantly into Mension through the side door. Carry a bag containing a laptop etc.

"Let's get some fruit for me for dinner, Bi?" pinta Fatma passed Bi Ina after putting Rania to bed in her room.

"Good, Yeah. Is there anything else you should do?" bi Ina waited for another order.

"Em .. No, Bi. That's all it was." Fatma resumed her steps to raise the stairs to her room.

After saving the bag. Fatma and changed her clothes with a kimono then took her step into the treatment room aka beauty and coincidentally her two servants were ready to serve Fatma.

From the face, hair, nails. Body skin to the female part, well taken care of to be well maintained and look fresh is also healthy.

"Mrs, sorry. The intimate area part wants to be cleaned as well as everything?" a servant asked Fatma who was lying down.

"Em .. Yes clean everything. Shave her hair," asked Fatma while nodding and closing her eyes.

The server started taking care of the********fatma to make it more well-maintained and healthy. And Fatma asked to be peeled off her curly hair.

Long time in that room. Finally finished also with a lighter and fresher feeling. Fragrance and fress. Then Fatma came out and approached the dining table.

But he remembered Rania, so pare his intention was to quickly find the existence of Rania.

"Darling, haven't you had dinner yet, dear?" Blake it! the door to Rania Fatma's room was pushed and it looked like Rania was playing with BI Ina and one other assistant.

Rania looked over and said. "Already, Mama. Same aunt."

"Ooh, great. Mama is afraid that Rania has not eaten, because it was bobo," approached and leaned her body kissed Rania's forehead lovingly and affectionately. "After this bobo again huh? it's almost 21:00 wib."

"So for a moment, Non Rania Bobo just woke up and asked for ice cream." Bi Ina said clearly.

"Oohs. That huh? yes, Mama wants to have dinner first! met bobo again. Bi don't be so late Bobonya, Rania." Fatma circulated a glance at her two assistants.

They nodded, with the words of the master who had returned to leave Rania's room. Followed by the head assistant, BI Ina. Follows Fatma's steps down the stairs.

"What more dinner do you want, what more should I add?" ask Bi Ina. from behind Fatma.

"Fruits are ready, right?" Fatma asked back.

"Already, at the table is ready!"

"OK," Fatma pulled out her chair. Sit in front of a plate of fruit pieces.

Bi Ina poured water for Fatma who began to feed the fruit to her mouth.

As the fruit on the plate. Fatma moved up and cleared her chair. "BI, I'm going up first. Later if there's something important or what I call it."

"Akh, Madam gini nights are going to be what the hell? it's time to rest too." Reply Bi Ina.

"Yes, just one time. Who knows," continued Fatma. Then swing his steps back up the stairs.

The footsteps of his feet sounded so regular. With an orderly path as well, approach the door and then push it slowly.

Sometimes her heart is filled with misgivings that are immeasurable considering her husband who still has not returned home.

Staring at the ring that was coiled on the finger, he approached it with his face and then kissed the ring full of longing.

"I miss you Aa." He muttered as he touched the ring.

Then walking across the balcony door, for a moment he stood there staring at the pitch-black sky, only one shining star. The moon has not yet revealed its beautiful light.

He looked at the sky with teary eyes. Both hands hugged his chest, covering one of the body parts that was blocked by the lingerie shirt.

"I've called several times. Your number is off, where are you now? actually we are under the same sky, but only blocked by distance." Monologue Fatma was still staring at the sky.

Once it was cold, Fatma came in and locked the door. Lying on the bed, pull the blanket over to cover his entire body.

Tracks!

Manganti room lights, become dim. Both of his netra tried to shut down. Doesn't want to stay awake because she doesn't want to keep thinking about her husband, Arya.

Finally, after a long time trying to shut down. Drowsiness began to attack the eyes of Fatma who immediately closed with the mouth several times yawn.

Slow-sounding footsteps were approaching Fatma's unlocked door.

Cklek!

Handle is swiveled and pushed inward. Standing a formally dressed man, the pilot's white uniform. Carrying the bag and suitcase, his sharp eyes were fixed on the figure curled up on the bed.

Slowly step up and lock the door. After crossing it, keep the suitcase and bag near the sofa. He then continued to move near Fatma, but had previously opened the shoes and socks he had kept under the table.

Arya approached leaning her face, looking at Fatma's beautiful face that looks good, could not feel if you had to wake up.

"Assalamu'alaikum, baby. I'm home!" his voice was very soft and almost inaudible so soft.

Her fingers caressed Fatma's delicate hair child and smelled fragrant. His skin also smelled very fresh.

Wanting to hug and kiss her, but that intention he stopped remembering he had not cleaned. Arya accidentally returns to Mension because she knows that Fatma is in the ministry tonight.

Arya quickly got up and lowered her feet to the floor, taking her steps to the bathroom while unbuttoning her clothes one/one. He wanted to clean himself up before the break and come into contact with the wife he so longed for ....

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