Loving My Raised Mother

Quietest

"Well, what if the Goddess is just like us? let's take care of Rania. Than there despite work anyway, here I also pay kok." Fatma's suggestion looked at the husband and clasped his hands together.

Arya turned her eyes to Fatma. "Em, okay, it's a matter of love. I agree-agree if he wants to."

"Can you really?" Fatma wanted to convince herself.

"Love, I can. I agree that the Goddess will be with us." Arya nodded in agreement.

"All right then. Later if we talk to Jakarta again." Fatma took off her love. Step away. His hand was caught by Arya.

The geph!

"Where are you going?" arya asked as she pulled Fatma's hand into the deck.

Fatma rubbed her eyes. "You're ready."

"Later ah. His skin was also after the Maghrib so as not to bear the time," stroked Fatma's cheek with the back of her finger. And a very soft and clingy look.

Make your heart beat faster than usual. "Why did you see him so much? so horrified!" seraya smiled knot.

"Before it is forbidden, be content to look at my wife's beautiful face, until I am satisfied and I am sure I will not be satisfied in looking at her," said Arya stared intensely and her lips showed her rows of white teeth.

"Aish ... gombalnya .. since when is the gembal so hem?" Fatma increasingly made a knotty smile.

Arya's smile grew."Since ... since I became your husband, since I loved you. I am so happy that God has brought us together, without much time to draw near to the forbidden."

His Netra Fatma just looked with a friendly look towards the husband, the hand coiled on his shoulder very tightly.

"That makes halal in a sense far from its mudhorat. I am very grateful, God loves me very much to bring us together in his way," continued Arya while caressing Fatma's hair child with a very friendly.

Fatma's long breath seemed to be felt from her gusts through her nose. "I'm also very happy, you love me sincerely. Gave me tenderness, affection. Sometimes I get angry"

"Why is hem?" arya's question cuts off the wife's words.

"Yes, sometimes I get angry. If you are often on duty, even though it is your job. While any job must be risky or time-consuming or whatever. And honest! I also often feel jealous, because my husband is surrounded by beautiful women." Fatma expressed her feelings.

"Ha ha ha .. dear kira. Aa is not jealous if Aa's wife has a meeting, meeting or anything. The majority of men, Aa's wife in their eyes continued. Aa jealous. Wanted to cover up my wife so people wouldn't look at her." Arya also expressed her feelings that often feel jealous if the wife is in a group that is mostly male.

Fatma hugged Aryan's body. "I'm afraid of losing you" she said.

"She doesn't want to lose you either. We'll be together too Rania always and forever." Arya's hand returned the wife's embrace tighter.

While the two hugged each other, no more words were spoken from their lips than a hug that seemed to speak.

Enough movement or body language that speaks if they love each other, so that both lips do not need to say if it will only symbolize a lie.

Silent!

All that was heard was a breath of both, which was melodious like a longing. Sounds beautiful in the ear, the atmosphere of the apartment room was so bitter.

From afar, the voice of the Adhan is so melodious, inviting Muslims all over to meet the invitation of the creator.

Aryan too. Take off the hug and put distance on the wife. Gently stroked his cheek and said. "Salat used to be yu? take Rania to study prayer."

Arya looked at the back of the wife who passed, after missing from sight. Then Arya entered the bathroom to get ready while waiting for her wife and daughter.

"Darling, what else?" fatma's voice when it was in front of the door of Rania's room and pushed slowly.

Rania, who was playing with a doll, turned to her mother. "Mam, you want to go now, okay?"

Fatma's feet stepped forward by pulling her smile. "Papa said, we pray first yu? mukena Rania's in the closet, right?"

The child fell silent, seeing the mother take her face. Then Fatma came back and took Rania to the bathroom to get water.

After that lead Rania to her room. The previous Fatma dressed face to Rania, upon arrival there Arya was waiting and welcomed warmly with a smile.

"Come, honey? standing near Mama?" pointed to the truth that he had already stretched before.

Rania also according to her papa's orders, while Fatma was still preparing to wear her face.

After the three were ready, Arya also started her Maghrib prayer solemnly, the atmosphere was so calm. Rania followed every move that Arya made.

Events like this God willing will make anyone who experiences it, make the mind calm. Relaxed, Comfortable. Away from arid taste and such.

After the greeting, Arya led the prayer followed by her two angels and guaranteed. After reading a prayer that makes her happy, Arya kissed the wife's forehead soft and friendly, as well as Fatma kissed the back of Arya's hand full of respect.

Rania just bengong .. see the mother and her papa. Her eyes blinked gawking.

"Darling, kiss Papa's hand?" fatma's decree was directly obeyed by Rania.

Arya kissed Rania's forehead lovingly. "May be a child who is Sholeh, son?"

Arya hugged her son and wife together. "May you be wives and children of the Sholehah. Daddy love you both." Unknowingly the clear water dripped from the corner of Arya's eyes. And those are happy tears of course.

Then Arya moved, ready to go. Keep the holster and the peck.

"Papa, will you pray together again?" Rania shook the hand of Arya who was buttoning her white shirt.

"Yes, baby." The head of Arya nodded.

After cleaning his former prayer. Fatma was getting ready to change clothes to look elegant and attractive, and she chose a long suit.

Black trousers and a boxed shirt that fits on his body. Combined with a long scarf covering her neck which forms a ribbon, looks very beautiful.

Rania and Arya were already in the living room. Rania can't wait to leave. Arya put her rolex watch on her left hand. Sometimes I look towards the door.

His eyes were fascinated to see the appearance of the wife in a suit like today. The horse-tied hair on top looked sweet, a ribbon-shaped scarf adorning his neckline.

Fatma's hand in addition to carrying a bag, also carrying Arya's hat which became a gift from him at that time. Then he put it on Arya's head after being near ....

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I'm happy if there is a reader directly comment me if there is a wrong word or typo, so I immediately revised, thanks ya🙏