Loving My Raised Mother

Pull out her fangs

Doni rolled up his sleeves, the hustle picked up the jack and spare tire.

"Hem, there's a lot of fun." Doni's Mumbles.

"Why Doni? why car?" ask Tita while looking at her watch.

Doni turned towards the source of the voice. "This, Bun. Deflated."

"Lho, what from last night or what?" look at Tita's mother again curious.

"Sorry, Mom. It was Non Renata who squatted here." The new aunt's timpal brought a broom.

"Huh? what Bi? My wife was in a machine?" Doni looks up to aunt.

"What time?" look at Tita's mother, I don't believe it.

"Em, if that's all aunt doesn't know, Den. It's obvious that Non diem was here." Added aunt.

Doni's face, flushed. Resisting the anger that he tried to resist, especially the person was not there. Where it's noon. Doni didn't say a word so upset.

Mother Tita shook her head. Upset Renata and pity her ex, Doni. A heavy sigh was seen from Mother Tita.

His heart was disappointed with Renata's behavior now.Tita's mother's eyes were staring at Doni who was holding back anger. Then Mother Tita left the place, went to work.

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"Why wait or .. want to go home first?" Rania looked up and after kissing the back of Arya's hand.

"Papa wants to go home first. Then it's time to go home Papa pick up again. Don't be naughty and learn a pinter huh?" arya's hand rubbed Rania's head.

"Yes, Pah, Rania went in first?" the boy ran with the others into his study room.

"Dah .." muttered Arya while waving her hand towards Rania who was also waving her hand.

Then Arya hustled on her motorcycle. Drove quickly to Fatma's office, the plan today wants to go to the WO place to discuss the preparation for the reception.

Continue to go to the boutique, tuk fitting a wedding dress that he said was ready. Arya continued to drive her second wheel to Fatma's office.

Not a long hose. Arya motorbike stopped in the area of the skyscraper, walking quickly into the building.

Scurity who was in front nodded respectfully at Arya who first nodded her head. Then continue to step towards Fatma's room.

There, Zayn was handing over some files that Fatma had to sign.

"Good day, Bang?" Zayn nodded respectfully.

"Hi ... How's Zayn doing?" Arya reached out her hand to shake hands.

"good. Tumben's here?" zayn asked, looking towards Arya.

"Zayn, can't my husband come to see his wife?" Typal Fatma as he approached the two who were still standing not far from the door.

"O! The first lady showed her fangs. Ha ha ha .. I can do it!" Zayn nodded and nodded his head.

Arya smiled looking at Zayn.

"Have it, please go? Oya I will be leaving soon," continued Fatma as she stood looking at Zayn.

"Okay, good-bye and have some fun?" Zayn moved his hand towards the door. "I want to get out too! the newlyweds want ahem-ehem first inside? ha ha ha ...."

"Basic!" muttered fatma, showing her a knotty smile.

Likewise with Arya who messem-mesem saw the departure of Zayn.

Fatma grabbed her bag and cell phone from the table. "Go now yu?"

"Yes?" reply Arya. Pulling Fatma's hand tightly grasped her. Walking both.

Many pairs of eyes were staring enviously at this new pair. A lot of broken hearts are made.

"Well the motor, okay?" Arya glanced at the wife.

"However, just don't walk. Not happy when!" fatma continued walking towards the parking lot. Where Arya's moge is parked.

"OK it then!" Arya's wearing her helmet. He accidentally brought a spare helmet for Fatma.

"Here's wearing the helmet, baby?" Arya put a helmet on Fatma's head.

"That means we can't last long, Aa?" ask fatma while riding on the Arya motorbike.

"Yes, Aa has to pick up Rania. Kasian if you have to pick up the driver! it'll be the same rage, Aa." Arya.

"Hem, is that the way now?" Fatma patted Arya on the shoulder.

Arya turns on the engine and drives her motorcycle. Quickly, Fatma's hand embraced Arya's stomach very tightly.

It just so happened that Fatma was currently wearing a long suit. Long black pants and blue blazer Dongker, white interior.

Upon arrival at the place of WO Arya and Fatma directly entered and welcomed by the wedding organizer. They continued to talk about the preparation of the reception later, including Aryan and Fatma's favorite food that must be there.

"All right, thank you? for his cooperation? good luck." Fatma shook hands with the wedding organizer.

"Yes. For sure we will make our consumers feel satisfied with our service." The reply.

Arya stood up and reached out to the people there. With a sweet smile makes the workers who many young women are clamps.

"It's too sweet, it's honey." I muttered one of the young women.

"Yes, really. Made the second will not refuse me, where the pilot again. akh .. no one will refuse me." His blonde friend.

And the kisses reached Fatma's ears, so she turned to the two young women with a smile and nodded.

"Oh, our voices sound the same as the women" they whispered to each other.

Arya lowered her head not not not to hear but why she turned her head, later calculated the spread of charm and make a misunderstanding later.

After saying goodbye, Arya held Fatma's hand walking out of the place.

"Em ... is it so easy to get admirers?" fatma muttered while walking.

"meaning?" arya pretended not to know.

"Yes ..many admirers of my husband. Make it hot!" fatma said as she shook her hand.

"Hem, jealous?" Arya turned to face Fatma.

"Huh? jealous? no hell! why jealous. I-I mean it's hot weather, see the sun sting the earth." Elak Fatma avoids eye contact with Arya.

Arya smiled as she looked at Fatma who turned her gaze around. "Oh yeah? mean my wife doesn't love me dong same Aa?"

Fatma who hid her smile immediately turned her head. "Udah ah, the road? get out of the afternoon to pick up Rania."

"Em ... okay." Arya immediately got on the bike after putting on her helmet.

Fatma was immediately stuck behind Arya. "Road Bang? to xx road yes!" fatma Goda on the husband.

"Jeez .. feel the taxi driver!" arya complains with a smile.

"What's that about? gini-rich friendly passengers?" fatma asked as she hugged Arya from behind, sticking her chin on her husband's shoulder.

"There is a rich gini. Who is afraid of falling," said Arya while tightening the speed of his motorbike made Fatma shocked.

"Ah ... melanin?" her squealing tightened her embrace. Fear of falling or slipping while the speed of the motor with very high speed ....

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