Loving My Raised Mother

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Arya cupped her hands together on Fatma's face and in her face fixed. "It won't sue, baby. It's up to Aa's wife, what matters is that Aa's wife is happy and that's enough."

Arya hugged Fatma tightly. For him the happiness of Fatma is more important than anything because it is the goal to make the wife happy.

"Thank you, Aa. Thank you so much for understanding." Fatma muttered while drowning her face back in Arya's chest.

"It has. Let's continue the mess in the car. There are a lot of people here and then there can be journalists. Introducing us, understand Aa's wife is a successful businessman." Arya took off her embrace.

Then the two continued their steps towards the parking lot. Welcomed by Mr. Harlan who opened the door for Arya and Fatma.

Then keep Arya's suitcase in the trunk. After that, the car enters the car and sits behind the wheel.

Fatma leaned her head on Arya's shoulder that was leaning back.

"Why? my wife is spoiled for so much." Arya stroked Fatma's cheek.

"Can't that be it?" Fatma raised her head then moved away from Arya's shoulder, sitting up straight.

"Hem .. My wife sulked." Arya's hand pulled Fatma's head and kissed her cheesy forehead.

"Sir, don't be jealous? seeing the two of us, I rarely met. He he - ha." Arya looked towards Harlan sir who was smiling to herself.

"It's okay, Sir. I understand you." While nodding his head.

Then there is no silence except the sound of a smooth car engine.

Arya leaned her head against the shoulder of the upholstery closed her eyes. While Fatma is leaning her head on Arya's shoulder, her hands are hugging Arya's waist.

Not long after, the car stopped waiting for the gate to open.

Arya and Fatma entered the luxurious house. The atmosphere was so quiet because the others were asleep and the lights were dim.

Both of them entered the room, Fatma went straight to the bathroom. Wash your face and change clothes to sleep.

After Fatma came out, Arya immediately went in turns with Fatma preparing to clean herself that felt sticky. But with a prank Arya's hand pulled the end of Fatma's towel.

"What the hell? so funny!" Fatma's hand immediately clamped her towel and slipped back.

Arya simply laughed as she took her steps into the bathroom while undressing her formal clothes.

After wearing affix fragrance to his body. Fatma's wearing her favorite lingerie to sleep tonight.

After putting on her kimono, she intends to see Rania in her room. He walked while tying a rope around his waist.

Fatma's steps came to a halt in front of Rania's bedroom door. Slowly Fatma's hand turned the door handle.

Rania looked curled up under her blanket very sound sleep.

Fatma approaching. Then rubbed the head of Rania who broke out in cold sweat, then kissed her. "Dear, may many people love you very much. Papa Arya's family. So that Mama does not worry if she has a baby again."

Both of Fatma's eyes stared at the slumbering face that was loving and affectionate. "Mama doesn't want you to feel alone or unloved. You have to love and love you a lot, son. Be a good boy." Cup! the kiss landed back on Rania's forehead.

Then Fatma moved back to leave Rania who did not budge. Walk towards his room.

Now Arya was lying bare-chested, staring at the ceiling hugging the bolster. Waiting for Fatma who knows where.

There were steps approaching the door of the room. And not long after the door opened, Fatma walked back and forth toward the bed. Where Arya was already lying down and her eyes were squinting towards Fatma.

"From Rania's room." Fatma replied while pointing outwards.

"Ooh, it must have been bobo, because if it hadn't been bobo it would have come to us here." Arya.

Fatma opened her kimono after being on the edge of the bed, looking deep wearing a ping-colored kimono. Very sexy seductive, a sight that evokes faith.

Then Fatma crawled up to pick up the bolster that was in Aryan's arms. "Ruling cuddled? I'm not."

"Who did not exist?" then Arya embraces the wife's open shoulder. Then a small kiss rained down on Fatma's cheeks very fondly.

"Why is the job going well?" ask Fatma about Aryan work.

"Alhamdulillah there are no obstacles. Just go ahead" said Arya as she closed her eyes. The pouch started attacking.

"Did?" call Fatma softly while rubbing Arya's chest that field and overgrown with fine feathers.

"Hem? what's?" his hands held his arms to the wife's body.

"If you have children. Do you want a girl or a guy the same? the important thing is healthy and normal" continued Fatma in a soft voice.

"Yes, if you think, it's up to God to give. If we want men to keep God giving girls how? or just the opposite, in the end we are also disappointed."

"Hem, we'll do it?" timpal Fatma's.

"hem, yes. Be honest with what God has given." Arya.

"Darling, who will I call you?" tanya Fatma with the same position, was in the arms of Arya with her head on the left chest of Arya.

"Em .. if female. Aa will give the name Fatya Aryani. And if a man is his name, Yusuf Saputra."

"Em .. I like, by that name, good too. But I have a view for our kids later, he doesn't have to be smart or high school. Depending on *********** only, but must be good at religion. Really no?" tanya Fatma but no sahutan from Arya.

Don't answer. There was no movement, only regular breathing from his nose.

"Darling?" call Fatma back while looking up.

Arya is sleeping. Looks so good. "Iih ... geez .. I'm talking to myself, apparently my husband is bobo!"

Fatma's gaze was fixed on Arya's already deep face. Then it moved towards her fresh pink lips. Fatma brought her face closer after shaking her hair to the side.

Softly and affectionately. Fatma kissed the lips of her sleeping husband. At first it was normal but over time there were murmurs of taste that demanded more. But what power the opponent looks tired do not to do more. Not even responding to his touch.

Finally, Fatma just stared disappointedly at the husband. His gaze was so intense towards Arya from head to toe. Several times swallowing her saliva, her hand rubbed Arya's sixpex belly. Then down to approach the eel that usually lives when close together yes.

But now as if calm or dead, hide in fear of Fatma. Not willing to go into a nest that is actually ready to visit.

"Darling ... How is bobo? his wife's in cuekin." Fatma's voice trembled and there was a hint of annoyance. In the end Fatma lay hugging the husband who was even more asleep ....

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