Loving My Raised Mother

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"Hi. Bro?" The sultan raised his hand which Arya aimed at holding the suitcase.

All eyes were fixed on the one who was now standing by his smile, which he was not aware of coming.

Fatma stood up and approached. "Did?" muttered Fatma immediately hugged the husband happily. "Where the hell is that?"

Arya also returned the embrace of the wife very tightly. "There's honey. Sorry, Aa's late to come home and make Aa's wife anxious."

"You know what? I'm so worried about you, where you can't be contacted. Why do you make people afraid?" Fatma looked up at Arya's face with a pushy look.

Arya, not answering. Even praise the beauty of the wife who looks very beautiful, graceful and charming. "Wife, Aa, very pretty. She barely recognized him."

"Akh, dreadlocks." Their gaze was so intense, now it was the look in the eyes that seemed to speak.

Arya and Fatma looked at each other so closely. Arya was so admiring the beauty of the wife and Fatma also missed her husband's figure very much. Only one day they did not meet.

Rania finished her meal. Then down and down to his father and mother, the boy looked up with blessings.

"Mam? Rania when in the arms of her papa? Rania wants dong .. in Papa's arms. Kan Rania is also kangen," said Rania shaking the hands of Fatma and Arya who were lackey with her eyes on each other to dive into the heart.

Then Arya and Fatma threw smiles at each other. Then looked down at the child who was still looking up his facial expression made a gemes who saw.

Arya shifted then crouched down. Stretched out a hand at Rania who immediately rushed into his embrace.

"Papa, Rania kangen ... once, why just came home? we're really worried about papa who has no news, Papa from where the hell? om Tatan said, Papa has gone home. But there's also no visit to the house did Papa come back to the apartment?" Rania asked Arya who was hugging her tightly.

"Oh my goodness Rania .. is the length of the question really? all the way train. I was confused to answer." Sultan chirps from the dining table.

Arya looked over and laughed. "Yes, the basis of the small detective" said Arya while rubbing Rania's back.

"Have not missed it yet? Papa hasn't greeted the others" Arya said, kissing Rania's forehead and head.

"It's over!" the boy took off his embrace.

Everyone smiled at Rania and Arya. They both looked close and loved each other.

Arya approached everything while saying hello. "Assalamu'alaikum ...."

"Wa'alaikumus salam .." answered everything in unison.

then Arya shook hands with the three pairs of parents who were there, his own parents.in-law and the Sultan's old machete.

Everything was warmly welcomed.The arrival of Arya, as if it had not met for a long time, or just returned from the battlefield.

"Son Arya how are you? long time no see, huh?" said Bu Syasa to Arya and stared fixedly.

"Alhamdulillah, Ma'am.how is it the opposite? been here a long time?" Arya replied to Bu Syasa's greeting.

"Alhamdulillah too. From earlier that day. We came here on purpose to meet you." Connect Bu Syasa.

"Right, we wanted to meet you that we hadn't seen in a long time." Added his father Sultan, patting Arya on the shoulder.

''Wah ... You still look fresh!" Arya looked intensely at her father Sultan.

"You're getting dashing, handsome and dignified. His wife is very beautiful." Half whispered.

"Ha ha ha. This father!" Sultan shakes.

After that, Arya rushed up to her room. Want to clean yourself, the body feels sticky and smells bad. Followed by Fatma all want to prepare something. Including clothes for prewed which will be done soon.

Fatma sat on the edge of the bed, having prepared clothes for Arya.

Not long after, Arya appeared from behind the bathroom door with a towel around her waist and a small towel in her hand to dry her hair. Looking towards Fatma who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He remembered something.

"Darling?" call Arya.

"Hem, huh?" Fatma.

"Indian wife is dead!" obviously Arya while rubbing her hair.

Fatma gasped, not believing. "Huh? a timing?"

"Tok the baby? really. Still in the hospital, still under examination." Arya assured.

Fatma shook her head, doubting her husband's words. "I saw him at the airport all night!"

"Yes, right. It looks like he's one of my passengers. Go home-and-away. And there was an incident that made his life go by."

"No, that's impossible! You're not kidding, are you?" Fatma kept shaking. Can't believe.

"What .. I'm not lying. Yes already. I want to pray first," said Arya while holding her prayer.

Fatma became speechless, feeling the shock of the news. Not believing the news that Arya brought, the time of the Holy Yes died.

Then Fatma took her cell phone looking for news on social media who knew Fatma was getting her news.

"Now his body is still in the hospital, at the autopsy. And no family can be reached except her husband, Aldian." Arya's voice while folding the sheath.

Suddenly Fatma turned her head, looking curiously at Arya, how could she know about it.

"Aa know, because Aa was a witness to the incident. Even if I didn't see it happen. At least, Aa was the first to see him drenched in blood."

"Astagfirullah, which is my question. Why would I know, let alone be a witness?" Fatma stared curiously.

Arya approached and sat down beside Fatma with her hands on her shoulders, her other hand grasping and squeezing her fingers.

Fatma was confused. With unanswered questions. Then Arya told me everything from the beginning to go home.

Even from last night when he was in the shop saw Saints he told me all. He was finally able to return home after being a witness with the taxi driver.

Fatma was in shock. Hearing him, and without feeling his tears dripping, was moved by what had befallen the Saints. It was unexpected that his fate would be tragic like this.

"I want to go there?" fatma said as she rubbed her wet cheeks.

"Yes, later after the shoot is over. And don't take Rania, will you?" said Arya while wiping the tears of Fatma.

Fatma nodded. " Yes already, Aa get ready soon, there? they must have been waiting."

Then Arya changed clothes for prewed, given a little make up. After that, Arya and Fatma walked to the park that will be used as a prewed place.

There was Rania and the others. Arya who looks handsome and dashing, coupled with Fatma is a woman who looks very beautiful. Gracefully. Everyone there admired and praised him.

Some shooting sessions have been obtained, some beautiful poses that are less suitable have been replaced with amazing poses.

Now it's Rania's turn to be with the family. No doubt the Sultan and Dewi also mingle there, the longer the Sultan dares to fight in front of Dewi.

"Wi, you're beautiful, more beautiful!" sultan said with a very intense gaze.

"Ah, could you. So ashamed," the Goddess replied blushed.

"Woi! just chat. The pose faces here dong .." said Arya who stood near the photographer's brother.

"Cie .. lah .. only one word has been sprayed from Mas Pawang. Don't be so fierce, Mas. Cool out! my sister is not I'm sniffling." The Sultan seingetnya.

"Remember, Tan's outside waiting." Arya added with a smile.

"Who is waiting? the rain? it's hot." Sultan looked up at the sky.

"Oh, I'm the prewed, he's the one who's even engrossed in the photos. How's it?" Arya shakes.

"Let's go, Aa. Who knows to be their soul mate" said Fatma who held Aryan's hand affectionately.

"Sultan already has Sofi, dear ..." Arya looked at the wife gently.

"not sure. Who knows they are not the soul mate and soul mate Sultan is the Goddess?" fatma is back.

"No problem anyway, Aa also knows what the Sultan is? so don't worry. Cuman Aa does not want if until the Goddess who interferes with their relationship," continued Arya. He believes that Sultan is a good man.

"Em," he muttered Fatma while circulating his gaze at the group of parents who looked very familiar. "Look, Aa. Our parents with Sultan's parents are very familiar, if only we all become a big family would be happier and crowded."

"In addition to our children later." Timpal Arya while squeezing his fingers Fatma is friendly.

"He'em, definitely!" Fatma smile knot.

Rania took pictures with the Sultan and Dewi, her aunty.

"Aa, are we leaving now yu to the hospital? We're done shooting." Fatma turned to her husband, who was talking to a photographer's assistant, checking his portrait.

Arya returned the camera. "Huh? Now?"

"Tomorrow, yes now. Tomorrow I have a meeting out of town." Fatma stared hard.

"Ooh, briefly?" Arya approached the photographer. "Have enough not taken a picture of me and my wife?"

"O! that's enough, already." Said the photographer.

Then Arya and Fatma, immediately changed her clothes to other clothes with the intention of going to the hospital, serving the Holy Lord.

Once both are on the ground floor, then say goodbye to the parents and others. With the reason that there is business to be taken care of now and Rania was not invited. Let the Goddess be at home.

"Well, I'll see Rania first, okay?" Fatma is on the lookout for Rania and Dewi.

"Where are you going, bro?" sultan asked Arya while walking towards Fatma's car.

"There's a business for a minute. You still want to be here, do you want to go home now?" Arya asked back.

"Still here, can you dong? oya Rania want to be invited?" ask the Sultan back.

"No. That's why it's a tug?" Arya plays her flirtatious eyes.

"Iddih, ngusir! but there are buttons too. But that's okay, for someone's sake!" now it was the Sultan's turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Someone who?" Arya curious.

"There is a deh .." said Sultan sok kept a secret.

"Well yeah assortment same Goddess, you. I hung it on a banana tree" Arya continued.

"Waws. Afraid! hanging!" Lah ngak. Where does the Sultan hurt women? no-no, no ..." The Sultan replied while patting Arya on the shoulder.

"Why do I keep calling your mailbox numbers?" The sultan was curious.

"I, dealing with the cops-"

"Wat? seriously?" The Sultan was in disbelief.

"I was a witness to the death of Fatma's honey. Em ... not really a witness anyway, because if I certainly do not know. It was just the time of the incident that I was around the place. Because I felt suspicious and I went, that woman was-"

"Papa?" call Rania. Stopping the chatter of Arya and the serious-looking Sultan.

Arya who had been leaning against a moving car welcomed Rania who came with her mother.

"Where are you going? why isn't Rania being invited?" tanya Rania looked up at Arya.

"Ec ... Rania not bole-"

"Mom and Dad are on their honeymoon!" sahut Sultan cut a sentence from Arya.

"What the hell? About Tatan?" fatma Protest.

"You're this?" Arya glared at Sultan.

Rania's clear eye beads stared at the Sultan, wondering what a honeymoon was. "What's a honeymoon, Om tatan?"

"Hanymoon's. Uh, Om Tatan means ... Mom and Dad have some business outside. So Rania can not come and the same Tatan aja? we go for a walk." Erat Sultan glanced at Arya and Fatma.

"Yes, honey. Don't come, will you? Rania same aunty and Tatan's om only, besides her Oma opa now a lot!" Arya pointed inside.

"Emang Rania can walk the same Om Tatan and aunty Dewi, Mam, Pap? not angry, right?"

"Not so, baby! Be able. But remember don't go alone or have to be under adult supervision, okay?" Fatma rubbed Rania's head.

"If the Tatan's talk is naughty. Just report to Papa?" Arya pinched Rania's chubby cheeks.

"Okay, Rania wants to go for a walk with Om Tatan. Buy eskrim, Om tatan? but not for sale, right? Rania's?" ask the boy to make the Sultan laugh.

"Ha ha ha ... Ouh, Rania .. why do you sell Rania? the one who bought it didn't want to buy Rania. After Rania likes ice cream, later the people go bankrupt, buy the ice cream mulu." Sultan shakes.

"Yes already, Papa. Mama go first, baby, kiss first?" Arya kissed Rania's right and left cheeks.

So did Fatma against Rania. Then Fatma got into the car after Arya opened the door.

Then Arya circled the car and then just got in and sat behind the wheel.

Rania who was with the Sultan waved at Arya and her mother.

Arya's head leaned slightly and said. "sultans. Titip huh?"

Fatma raised her hand. "Darling to be ...."

After using safety powder. The car rolled out of the yard. At high speed, after being outside the gate.

"Don't speed either, which is .." pinta Fatma glanced gently at Arya who was focused on looking ahead.

"Don't worry, baby. Aa can do it. Just relax." Arya without looking.

Fatma shakes. Then leaned his back backwards, blankly looking to the side, out the window.

There was no talk between them, Arya focused on driving and Fatma daydreamed. Both of them are busy with their own thoughts.

At the end Arya turned to her wife. "Why daydream?"

Fatma opened her eyes. "Hem, No."

"Don't daydream. The neighboring bird will die!" with smile.

"What the hell? not very connected!" Fatma shook her head while mesem-mesem.

The car kept going very fast, tucking in the other cars. For the car Arya was driving in front ....

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