Loving My Raised Mother

Ta'aruf

Everyone ate very well at their table. Abah and his wife, Mr. Wijaya and also wife eat at the same table. Eat while chatting in together with fine joking.

Susi is with Zayn at the same table as Arya and his wife. And also the Sultan without a partner

While the other from the WO party was at a separate table at a long table. So crowded it looks.

Likewise, the assistants who also enjoy the barbecue dining events that the employer provides.

Fatma moved her eyes around. Her lips smiled looking all at enjoying the dish.

"The cooked bags. Eat first what is important is all gone and now Mas-Mas just eat first." Fatma told the people who cooked to eat first.

"Yes, Mom." The cook nodded.

"Mama, what's Rania? can't cut!" rania on Fatma.

Fatma moved to the table of Rania and Dewi. "Here, Mama cutin."

The sultan moved to sit on his desk Dewi.

"Can you join?" The Sultan pulled a chair near Dewi who had not been able to answer because he was chewing.

"Eeh, what's going there?" arya asked when she saw the Sultan move to sit down.

"You want to eat, why? just moving in on the doang." Sultan said while looking.

"Yes, why move? people are already here too" Arya continued.

"Ah, shirk." Sultan murmured while looking at Dewi.

At a glance Dewi also looked towards the Sultan, and the view met. Serr ... there is a vibration that greets the heart. There is an implied taste.

"Ehem" dehem Sultan, then put food in his mouth.

Then, the Sultan stared at Dewi and Fatma who were feeding Rania who looked carefree. His views of the Sultan took turns.

"Ec ... Goddesses. Want to be my wife's candidate?" asked the Sultan stared fixedly at the face of the Goddess who suddenly reddened, looking down embarrassed.

"Em, i! anu," said the goddess of the storm.

Fatma and the others, gazed towards the Sultan. Staring at the child Between wonder and disbelief.

Then the Goddess turned towards her sister, Arya. His lips trembled as if to say but his tongue felt like a joke. Then back down embarrassed at the sight of many people and his heart was still saddened by the death of his fiancee and when he wanted to go to the day H.

Arya was silent for a moment leaving her meal, which was still left. He took a deep breath and just exhaled.his gaze was fixed on the Sultan and Goddess.

"If it is serious and there is no intention to play games, please ta'aruf. To get to know each other better, but dating doesn't." Aryan Emphatic.

Abah who was at the other table also interrupted agreed. "So I agree."

The Sultan turned towards him the man. With a dag-dig-dug chest he said. "I'm serious and not kidding."

"Goodoo. I agree, once you guys feel fit new you hitbah Dewi." And Arya again.

The face of Sultan Sumringah. Happy with the red light that Arya gave me. "Thank you brother also Abah who gave me a chance?"

The goddess kept her face down and hid her smile. Now he had hope that he would find happiness with the Sultan. He believed that the Sultan was a good and responsible figure.

Arya as her brother is not likely to give her blessing just like that if the Sultan does not match her. That's why the brother said so did Abah.

"Gee ... Is Tatan serious about aunty?" ask Fatma while feeding Rania.

The sultan inhaled a lot of air for a moment, then said. "God willing, Brother, two rius."

"Remember ya? there is no dating. All there is to get to know each other-"

"If you're khilaf, not pa-pa, right?" The Sultan interrupted Arya's words.

"Khilaf-khilaf, no. no. .. no-"

"That's not a khilaf but intentionally, where is the khilaf? except intentionally!" zayn said, in the end, voiced his response to the Sultan.

"Yu, instead of supporting me?" The Sultan directed his gaze at Zayn.

"Well, why support you, but it's not supported? in eradication, ha ha ha .. holy grail is me." Zayn chuckled to himself.

"O! means he's a love villain, huh?" The sultan looked at the cackling Zayn.

"Not the villain of love anymore, maybe the villain of his gender" Susi said as she glanced at her husband.

"You're not talking. Like it when you say, That's how it is?" Zayn.

"Oh, amit-amit." Susi shuddered towards her husband.

Then they continued eating. And after the meal, everything was dispersed, to take a quick break to prepare for tomorrow. Where the reception will be held.

"Wish it was good tomorrow?" please Fatma after being in her room. Walk close to the bed after wearing fragrances on her hands and neck.

"Aamiin's." Arya took off her clothes she kept on the shoulder of the chair. He bare-chested joint lay flat on his back facing the ceiling.

Fatma who has changed clothes to sleep with Arya's favorite color. The dark blue lingerie that was now wrapped around his body. Hair is sidelined, exposing next to the smooth neck and its ranks.

Crawling up, lying next to Arya who took the remote lamp and replaced the light become dim. Feeling sad and silent.

Both chose silence. No words or significant movements.

"Aa, Aa sure if the Sultan is serious about the Goddess?" fatma muttered as she turned towards the husband who was looking at the ceiling.

"Yakin, and Aa knows him well enough. If you are a soul mate, God willing. But if not his soul mate, only God knows. We can only plan."

"Yes," said Fatma while changing her position lying on her back to Arya.

Arya followed and hugged him from behind. Kissing his head and tightening his arms around Fatma's waist. Drawn so close to Arya's own body. "Met bobo baby, have a good dream."

"Yes, met bobo too." Fatma Reply. Fatma's hand hugged Arya's.

"Tumben, don't whine for rations? it was a whining afternoon." Monologue Fatma turned his head back for a moment.

After a while, no movement from Arya made Fatma mutter to herself. "Just be quiet, what's bobo?"

But still Arya did not move, with her eyes closed. Making Fatma upset she actually wants intimacy at this time but can only bite her lower lip.

"Is he not interested in me tonight? it's made pretty, sexy. But he's cold, ah .. shit this night." Fatma's mind continues to monologue, while the two neutrals are closed.

The night is getting late but Fatma is still awake. Plus his heart is riled up to face tomorrow which will face the guests of business people. Relatives, friends and many others as well.

Although only a reception but feel facing a real marriage. Though the man who will be his partner who is now hugging his body.

Fatma again moved to change her position facing Arya who seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Under the dim light, Fatma could still look at the handsome face of the husband. At his touch slowly with the back of the fingers continue to move stroking it. Then kiss that cheek briefly, continuing to move to the lips in his kiss very gently.

Slowly Arya moved and squinted her eyes. Fatma hurriedly moved away and pretended to sleep. Making Arya's lips pulled to the side showed a smile, she knew that Fatma had not slept.

Look towards the wall clock. In the dimly visible needle shows at 23.30 wib.

"Why haven't you slept, baby?" arya asked with her typical raucous voice of waking up.

Fatma did not answer and continued to pretend to sleep, silent and unmoved. Seeing it like that. Arya feels funny with the behavior of Fatma who pretends to fall asleep.

And now it was Arya's turn that approached Fatma's face so that her breath began to hunt sweeping into Fatma's facial skin.

Aryan's lips kiss and******* Fatma's thin object very gently. Lama Arya played there exploring the parts of the face of the wife. Making his second breath more and more. hunt, passion was even more passionate.

Aryan hands do not want to travel everywhere as long as no one forbids and stop it. Arya continues to walk to every tourist spot that is in sight.

Until finally opened the fog that covers the deep wilderness is very well maintained. Moreover, in it there is a cave that is really treated very well so as to make it comfortable for those who visit there.

Arya slowly eroded the distance between the two close her body with the wife who was so enjoying her quintum. Bringing his junior to play into a beautiful cave and make a feel at home.

The little whimper that escaped from Fatma's lips sounded very melodious in Arya's ears made her even more eager to swim on the small but very meaningful island. And bring about worldly pleasures, able to bring it to the beautiful realm of nirvana.

Arya's unmitigated traveling lasted until a few hours later, so her body felt tired and bathed in sweat. Arya quits her activities and drops her body next to her wife.

"Ohh, tired. Tired but wanting again." Half a whisper then kissed Fatma's forehead in gratitude, which gave her satisfaction.

And hope that the seed spread just now there is one who grows into a handsome or beautiful junior Arya like her mother.

Fatma simply rested her head on the chest of the husband who was embracing his shoulder affectionately. Then not long drowsiness attacked both of them so quickly they were closed with lips komat-kamit reading prayer to sleep.

The night slowly passed to meet the cheerful morning leaving the darkness of the night and everything related to it. The moon again retreats alternately with the sun who is ready to replace the moon.

Arya and Fatma are fresh and are now being groomed alias in the make up ala-ala middle east bride. Fatma only half in make up already seen and radiated beauty ....

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