Loving My Raised Mother

Fittings

"Reviews huh? I'll reply!" threatening Fatma who was barely heard by the sound of wind Ng blowing let alone being on a motorcycle like this.

Fatma's heart continues to beat fast with the speed of the Aryan motorbike. I want to scream so Arya can keep the bike down. But the intention was held until finally the motorbike stopped itself in front of a large boutique and its famous owner in this city.

They were greeted very kindly by their workers because the designer happened to be out.

By not wasting time. Fatma immediately tried her wedding dress which was dominant in golden white, after trying the dress was very fitting on the body of the fatma and there was nothing to change anymore.

The owner of the body of the gold so looks graceful wearing the dress adds to her beauty out and radiant even though it has not been in the make up her face is still natural and the hair is still unraveled ordinary.

Netra Arya eyes did not blink looking at the figure of the woman before her. It feels pangling when the changes that occur only in the dress. His lips were gaping to say but his voice did not come out.

Just muttering in the heart. "Masiah Allah ..thou hast cast an angel in my life." Aryan's inner voice while pulling his lips to smile.

Again with the women who were there. They admire the good looks of Arya, the figure of an unpretentious man is not just handsome and stocky. But also the owner of a little dimples it adds to his good looks, coupled with a luxurious wedding suit matching the bride's wedding dress. Looks very dashing.

Arya and Fatma momentarily exchanged meaningful glances and also threw each other a happy smile. A flowery heart complements how happy both are.

After that, they opened the clothes they tried. Then choose clothes for prewed tomorrow.

"Em, then just send us our order to this address," Arya said while giving the address to the boutique assistant, a man who looked nervous.

"Okay, Mr and Mrs. We'll send it on request." The gemulai man said.

"Yes, for clothes to prewed her. Please send it tomorrow morning to the same address, because it will be used tomorrow afternoon," pinta Fatma added the sentence that Arya gave.

"Okay, ready! tomorrow morning ready to slide to the address listed. Thank you for using our service." The beautiful gemulai man said as he moved the resplendent hand.

"Either. Okay we wait, okay? and we say goodbye, say hello to the owner of this boutique?" Arya said she shook hands with the man.

Fatma went home. And very grateful for the collaboration with this boutique.

After being near the big Aryan motorbike. Fatma felt thirsty by chance next to the boutique there was Indomaret and they were shopping for drinks for a while.

"You're gonna pick me up?" arya asked as she glanced at the clockwork she had in her hand.

"Em gonna pick it up now?" Fatma asked back while sipping her drink.

"Yes. Soon Rania out," continued Arya back.

"Okay, come along. Occasionally take a walk, but my ass is sore" said fatma in a spoiled tone.

"Hem later, Aa's incandescent." Arya turned towards Arya.

"But, when? I'm gonna work again in the afternoon." Fatma pursed her lips.

"Darling .. will be later before leaving Aa incandescent first." Arya added again, her hand rubbed Fatma's cheek gently.

"Really yes? don't lie!" Fatma climbed up and held both shoulders of the husband.

"Yes! if you forget, just remind. Okay?" So Arya proposes her motorcycle with the aim of Rania school.

Fatma turned her grip to Arya's stomach and pressed her cheek against Arya's back which was blocked by the helmet.

"Rania must be happy. He was picked up by his mother, who. It'll be a big mess later, just look." Arya's voice slightly carried by the whistling wind.

"definitely. How about we make a surprise for Rania?" fatma made a suggestion.

The motor is speeding up faster and flying Fatma's long wavy hair.

Fatma was silent, enjoying this rare journey let alone using this motorcycle. Rarely could he hug his waist from behind while looking at the scene openly.

Not long after the motorbike stopped again in the Rania school area. Arya accidentally dropped Fatma a bit away from school.

"Darling to wait here?" Arya told her to wait.

"Yes, not for long?" pinta Fatma while circulating around.

"It's coming out soon, it's still learning." Arya got off her bike, walked closer to the area.

Arya takes her steps closer to the school building, waiting for the children to come out.

Ting ....

Ting ....

Ting ....

The bell sounds as if the school clock is over. And the children gradually came out, as did Rania running out carrying her bag.

Especially seeing the presence of Arya who was waiting. "Mr ...Rania's coming!" slumped into Aryan's arms.

"Beautiful girl, sweet and pinter Papa's daughter, how's school going?" tanya Arya while rubbing the head of Rania.

"Today I learned to draw and write." Rania answered while handing the bag to Arya.

"Yes. What's the drawing?" search Arya, stand up and tote Rania's bag.

Teacher Rania's mother approached. To make sure that Rania comes home with her family. Or the right person.

"Rania's coming home with papa? careful huh?" said the young and beautiful teacher.

"Yes, Mom. Rania's coming home with papa." Rania looked up and kissed the back of her teacher's mother's hand.

Arya nodded respectfully. "How are you, Mom? thank you for taking care of Rania and educating her patiently?"

"Well, ah usual. That is my duty as a teacher. Like that." The teacher showed her a seductive smile.

"Oh, yes, I have. We say goodbye first. See you again, another day and opportunity." Arya nodded and went home.

Rania just looked up to see her teacher and her papa talking. Then pull Arya's hand to immediately go away from the gate.

Fatma who was standing some distance away looked towards Arya and Rania who always looked close. Rania is always spoiled and like her own father.

Then look at the teacher who is now talking to her husband. Looks very friendly especially in a man like Arya is young, friendly and handsome. No doubt inviting pent-up taste and it is visible from his body language.

Fatma was a little pouty. Today his heart was made hot with the manner of women who looked in awe at the figure of Arya. The man who was already her husband, who she would never let anyone approach Arya other than herself as a lawful wife to Arya.

Fatma wanted to get to them immediately. But he let it go and in the end Arya and Rania stay away from the place ....

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