Loving My Raised Mother

Don't be noisy

"Sorry, Madam? I want to buy something, what should I buy? what does it mean to order?" bi Ina said.

Fatma's steps were stopped. Looking down while being silent and just gnashing his eyes. "Em .. not rich. It's easy if you need something. You can order online." In the end, he also answered.

"Ooh, good of Him." BI Ina nodded.

Fatma continued her steps back the money stopped with the voice bi Ina earlier, to immediately get to her private room.

Cklek!

Fatma pushed the door handle and burst inside and found Arya lying on the bed bare-chested.

Pas Fatma approached, after storing the laptop on the nightstand. Arya was closing her eyes, and Fatma slowly sat on the side of the bed beside her husband.

Then Fatma's eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. It's only 11 in the afternoon. His Netra Fatma again leads to Arya who remains closed.

"Darling?" call Fatma while leaning her body closer to Arya's face. In his eyes that handsome face.

"Hem!" arya muttered without opening her eyes.

If you look around, Arya is much more handsome than Aldian when compared. The nature and treatment are very different.

"You're bobo what's a clock like this?" fatma asked while putting her cheek on the man's chest.

"The sleepy." His hands hugged Fatma's shoulders tightly.

"Congratulations? okay lah. Then!" Fatma moved after gently rubbing the cheek of the husband.

Intention to move from his position. But instead hugged tightly and took him lying down, with a quick movement of Fatma's body was already in the confinement of the burly body.

"Akh!" peeking Fatma as she gasped. Arya's rapid movements carried her onto the spacious bed.

"Setth .. Don't be noisy when someone hears." Arya whispered while sticking her index finger on Fatma's lips.

Netra Fatma moved to the door that opened slightly, she forgot to lock it earlier. Looked at Fatma who was looking towards the door.

"Hem ... haphazardly which ..kok not in the key anyway?" Arya quickly stood near the door and cklek! locked up.

Then came back and hugged the wife who looked resigned. Arya fondled Fatma with gentleness, Fatma also received with joy. And aggressively reply.

Fatma's fingers are flickering down and rubbing arya's chest and as usual bemain at Arya's sensitive point.

"Geli darling." Mumbled Arya while catching the hand of Fatma who was busy dancing in the area of Arya's body.

"Belvin. I didn't! hi hi hi." Reply to Fatma while removing Arya's hand from her hand.

"Reviews huh?" Arya instantly replied to Fatma with her mouth that instantly pounced on the parts she liked.

Fatma squirms amusedly and giggles receiving treatment from the more mischievous and erotic Aryans.

Then Arya pulled out a blanket to cover the bodies of the two who were starting plain. He was busy making out.

"Mama? Papa, it's inside, right? Mam, Papa?" rania's voice from behind the door.

Fatma immediately jumped up, got up and quickly picked up her clothes. While Arya dropped her body onto the pillow with an irregular breath. Good thing it hasn't started yet, it's still warming up.

Rush Fatma dressed and groomed herself. He then took his steps toward the locked door.

Blake it!

"What's the matter, baby?" fatma's voice after the door opened while tying her hair.

The boy's eyes were so intensely staring at the mother. Then look left and right. Dropped in what he was looking for.

"What's the matter, baby?" reset Fatma. Staring at the astonishment of his little princess.

"Papa? there's bobo again!" Fatma looked back at the bed Arya was sleeping on.

"Okay, I hope she's wearing her clothes. It's screwed!" fatma muttered in her heart as Rania walked over to her papa.

"Papa?" call Rania after being close to Arya.

"Hem?" he muttered Arya while squinting one eye, pretending to sleep.

"Papa bobo?" ask again.

"Look, Papa's sleepy. Later in the afternoon Papa will work again." Aryan's voice was lethargic exactly drowsy.

"Em, is that it? not sick?" looking at his papa.

In Arya's heart smiled. "Em, yes, dear. Papa's head is a little dizzy oh .. must rest for a while nih."

Hearing Arya feeling dizzy. Rania climbed onto the bed, sitting near Arya's head. "Rania's a pijit?" start touching Arya's forehead.

"Yes greetings ... nih pinter's son even rose and incandescent again? Halah ... failed dong. His shootout?" aryan monologue in the heart.

Fatma who stood not far from their own messem, heard the conversation of Arya and Rania and saw the behavior of Rania who instead of going even closer. But even so, Arya seemed to stroke Rania's head.

"Thank you smart boy? Papa has a headache. But Papa was brought enough sleep anyway will definitely heal quickly." Arya said as she squinted her eyes side by side.

"Have taken the medicine yet, Papa? Rania get it?" ask the boy attentively.

"It has. Mama gave Papa some medicine, just take a break!" arya is back.

"Ooh, Rania temenin huh?" hail the boy while massaging Arya's forehead.

"Em ja-janga-" Fatma's voice hangs.

"Good darling, sweet boy. But there's no need. Rania is playing with friends, right? let Papa bobo for a while before it's late."

"Rem ... Rania wants to nemenin Papa here. Let it heal quickly!" his face suddenly buckled.

"That's not healing, baby. But it's getting dizzy downstairs if gini's the way." Inner Aryan.

"Em .. Didn't Rania want to get on the plane? what if later in the afternoon Papa leaves early, so Rania can get into the plane that Papa wants to handle. How's it?" Arya widened her eyes.

Rania was silent for a moment as she looked at her father. As if doubting his words.

"Where's darling? we leave in the afternoon and Papa will take Rania on the plane," Arya continued to convince.

"All right, then. Hooray ... Rania wants!" the boy cheered and nodded in agreement.

"Then, now let Papa bobo himself first huh? Let it heal quickly and later in the afternoon take Rania for a walk on the plane. Okay?" arya continued to convince.

"OK, Papa. Alright ... Rania wants to play again and get well soon huh? Rania dear Papa!" a cuph! rania kissed Arya's forehead a sign of affection.

"Papa also loves sweet boy. Careful get off." Aryan's Message.

The boy descends leaving Arya after giving a kiss on Arya's forehead. "Mama, Rania playing again huh? take care of Papa."

Fatma who was sitting on the sofa nodded and smiled. "Be careful playing? don't be naughty and don't go far." Pinta Fatma's.

The boy nodded as he crossed the door of Fatma's room ....

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