Loving My Raised Mother

Offended

Sofi who had just stared coldly at the Sultan and Rania made hangers with the glare of her eyes Arya.

Degh's!

Then they walked in leisurely. But when on the escalator suddenly Sofi fell down Arya.

Automatic Arya grabbed the waist of Sofi who almost fell onto the escalator that was walking.

"Aw!" Pekik Sofi shocked.

Arya immediately supports Sofi's body and the sultan hurriedly helps Arya and memapah Sofi's body to be safer immediately climb the floor.

"Why are you Sofi?" finally the Sultan asked.

Sofi who hugged Arya's waist and head leaned towards Arya's shoulder, just replied. "I don't know, my leg's sprained, Tan."

Fatma and Rania who were behind finally arrived at the floor where Arya and the Sultan who held Sofi.

Passers-by only look without concern at others who may need help.

"Why you?" ask Fatma to Sofi who was even at home with her position.

"My feet hurt, sister" Sofi said. His lips held a triumphant smile.

"How do you think dong?" Sultan confusion. And Arya gave Sofi completely to the Sultan. He took off his hands, arguing the Sultan could certainly cope on his own.

Moreover, Rania's hand pulled Arya's hand. "Papa. Come home? Rania is sleepy."

"Oh .. My leg hurts!" hisses.

Fatma stared intently at Sofi. In the view of Fatma, there was a sense of awkwardness, it seemed like it was just camouflage. Get close to the person you want.

Then Fatma turned her lips when Arya handed Sofi over completely to the Sultan.

"Tan, just take it to the doctor. The nearest clinic." Fatma gave her advice.

The Sultan nodded and took Sofi slowly to walk with him still he memapah or gandeng waist. "Yes. We're going to the clinic, right?"

Sofi who was disappointed, Arya who stopped looking at her. "Th-don't. Go home, and he'll heal!" reject Sofi.

"lho, did he say sick? I'll take you!" Sultan kekeh's.

While Sofi also kekeh do not want, with the reason at home alone smeared ointment must be cured.

Now Fatma who smiled triumphantly saw the departure of Sofi who was slightly limped. Held by the Sultan.

Then Fatma turned to the husband who was even cool to chat with Rania who whined to take her home.

A few hours on the way. Now Fatma and Arya are in her apartment.

Fatma immediately accompanied Rania to sleep. "Met bobo baby? have a good dream!" cover it until it covers the chest. Gently rubbed his head and kissed him.

Then Fatma slowly set foot on the floor and then walked out of Rania's room towards her room. But the netra did not find Arya there.

Fatma turned around circulating her gaze to all the rooms. Arya is in the middle room or kitchen. But empty.

Fatma's step back to the room. "Well, baby .. where?"

Then Fatma took her steps to the balcony and Arya was standing looking at the star-studded sky. Stand up wearing a sarong. After doing isya.

Fatma's lips smiled. "I'm calling instead of nyut instead of diem bae!" he muttered as he walked slowly closer and hugged her from behind.

"I called from earlier. Not nyaut ih ..." Fatma said while tightening her embrace. The most beautiful place of the wife is the husband's embrace. He said, because the author jomblo🤭

"Hem ... What's wrong? bobo there? it's late tomorrow, you want to work, right?" He muttered Arya while stroking the back of Fatma's hand, then kissed her.

"Ec ... Would I recommend you at the office? let me work together!" fatma's voice from behind Arya's back.

Arya let out a long sigh, then opened Fatma's embrace. Now they stand facing.

"Darling, you know. Being a pilot was my dream, and now it's a time when my career is going well. Should I leave it? no dear!" arya's head shook her head, the back of her finger pointing towards Fatma's cheek was very softly caressed.

"But you, you can do it when you don't fly. Yes like a side, it does not have to be full either." continued Fatma.

"The shopping money I gave you is still lacking? not how much! but at least enough for the three of us or driver one, assistant one God willing I can pay. Why do I work in the office too? which will even lead to the jealousy of other workers?"

Fatma bengong's. By accident maybe.His words offend Arya.

"Other staff will be jealous. If I work there, then the husband of the big boss so enter the work arbitrarily. What does he say if a month I only enter a week or even less? it will only cause social jealousy," continued Arya while laying hands on the balcony railing, his face suddenly bent.

"I-I didn't mean to offend you about that. The shopping money was enough and I'm so grateful, you gave it to me. I feel appreciated, just .. my intention, what's wrong with you developing yourself, who knows there is talent in the company!" lirih Fatma is now more careful in speaking.

"I don't have a field there. Em ... I might be able to study. But I don't want to be in your company. Aa doesn't want to be thought of as living under the armpits of the wife." Arya was walking out of the balcony.

"Darling?" call Fatma softly, it seems Arya was really offended by her words.

Fatma pecked for a moment with a nanar eye bead. Regretting has offended her husband. During getting to know Arya especially after marriage, only this time he saw Arya as cold as this.

"Nurp ..." Fatma exhaled heavily while looking up at the sky.

then slowly swing his steps into the room. Arya who first entered.

After locking the door. Netra Fatma's eyes found Arya was lying down, the lights had changed dim. Fatma's steps stopped at the edge of the bed. Then crawl up wagging the blanket further lying down.

Arya who had been lying down first facing the ceiling, only fell silent when she felt the movement of the wife lying beside her.

Actually a cold attitude from the unusual figure of Arya Arya showed the wife.

What an attitude that makes Fatma uncomfortable, his chest feels very tight and painful.

At first Fatma lay on her back, then chose to lie on her back to her husband who was so cold. Either he was asleep or deliberately kept it quiet.

Warm clear water flowed from the corner of his eye Fatma. Falling onto the pillow as the first witness that the owner of this pillow is crying.

Maybe if only the pillow could talk! he must have been the first to appease Fatma not to grieve, for differences of view are common and human.

But alas, the pillow that Fatmala wears is just an inanimate object that can do nothing. So that the clear water that feels warm is increasingly falling.

Will they remain silent all night? or will Aryan's heart immediately soften and give warmth to the wife? follow the story ....

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