Loving My Raised Mother

Every time

"Well!" grunts Zayn as he leaves, leaving Susi to the bathroom.

In the rooms of Arya and Fatma. After the shower they were ready to go for dinner, but felt like the others were not ready. Arya sat down on the sofa with her arms spread out looking at the ceiling as if she was thinking.

Fatma rubs her hands wearing fragrances. Looking towards Arya who was sitting leisurely on the sofa with her face looking up, she took her steps near Arya and sat down beside her husband.

"Back from here, I have to be abroad for a few weeks. I want to be able to go together!" fatma.

"Em ... get home from here .. I'm busy baby, lots of my flight schedules." Reply Arya while embracing Fatma's shoulder pulled to get closer.

"When I want to go together with Rania, too," Fatma said, sticking her cheek on Arya's shoulder.

"If I could, maybe I could catch up with Rania there, maybe. If we go together! can not," added Arya his hand stroked the wife's hair with affection.

"About a few weeks? work or move? he he he ...."

"Work business, I have a lot to take care of there. And there are some seminars I have to fulfill the invitation." Fatma spoke in the same position.

"Sama Zayn isn't?" search Arya back.

"No, he'll take care of everything here. And I went there most with other assistants. Because it is estimated long ago, so I want you to come let me take care of it too," he said again.

"Where if my little sister wants to, who will spoil her? what if old darling was there?" arya's been sulking a little.

"Eat him, come." Persuade Fatma while moving her fingers on Aryan flat stomach.

Arya gave a rough breath. "Can't be darling. I have my own busyness, later if I have time to go there bring Rania and my little sister who asked to be spoiled by you." Cup! Arya landed a warm kiss on the wife's forehead.

"Hit ..." Fatma tightened her embrace to Arya's waist.

"Remember? it's been a few days since we've done it" Arya's fingers stroked Fatma's cheeks very gently.

"Remember, isn't that our deal, is it? let's just here spill his longing." Fatma looked up and rubbed Arya's cheeks gently back.

"Yes, so ready dong. What if I ask for every time?" arya said while grinning.

"Oh my goodness .. we are not newlyweds, you know, already want two months. Ih, is that all right?" jemari Fatma pinched Arya's jaw.

"Biarin, want the newlyweds want it not if the matter is there aja aja dear. Unless you're bored." Short pecking lip Fatma.

"Akh, excuses. That week was three-four times normal-"

"if you want? not limited just love .. do not think if there is no fatigue. He he ...."

"Basic," murmured Fatma as she pinched Arya's chest.

"Aww... hurts." Arya's hand held her chest to the right. "Darling ... isn't it .. Does anyone wake up? it has to be responsible."

Fatma immediately moved on the grounds of hunger. "Come on? eat up! come on?"

Arya stood after Fatma who had arrived near the door. Grabbing the wife's hand. "No, responsibility first."

"What the hell?" fatma asked with a satisfied smile, leaning her back against the wall.

Arya's body locked the body of the wife with a very fixed gaze. Their gazes met, they met each other for a long time.

If the eyes can say it feels like the lips do not need to talk much. Both of Aryan palms clung to the wall, while Fatma's hands clasped Aryan's shoulders.

Silent!

There are only close-knit eyes. With the distance of the face so close that the roar of breath was felt, sweeping each skin.

A meeting ensued, with Arya's lips gently sweeping across the thin surface of Fatma's lips. The two closed their eyes, enjoying the sweetness of the warm touch.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

"Mam, Papa ... Come on? he said he wanted to eat? how long is it?" rania's voice from behind the door.

Both pairs of their eyes were open and gave distance from each other's faces, as the sound of knocking on the door from the outside. Arya and Fatma looked at the door that was not in the key.

Fortunately, the boy did not enter immediately, but the door was not locked at all. Just now Fatma had unlocked it and forgot to lock it back.

Arya's index finger rubbed Fatma's moist lips as a result of exchanging saliva just now. Then a brief kiss landed on Fatma's silent lips and chest that continued to pound.

Arya rubbed her rough lips. Then back up to the door of the room.

"Papa? Mama ... Let's eat? Rania's hungry!" peekik Rania getting louder.

"Dear, yeah ... a minute?" Arya pulls the door handle, blak .. and looks Rania standing, behind her there is a Goddess.

"Let's eat?" Arya drags her steps to reach Rania's hand, in her lead away from their room.

Fatma who still felt the gymnastics of the heart was still silent in place with her moving hands tidying up her tangled clothes.

Then it approached the nightstand to take the perfume.to spray on his body the smell was already mixed with the smell of Aryan body.

After that, they followed the husband who came out first.

"Where is Fatma's sister, Aa?" tanya Dewi glanced at the sister.

"There, it'll follow." Arya answered while guiding Rania's wrist.

"Yes, what's the mama again?" Rania looked up. I wonder because her mother did not see it.

"Em .. earlier, my mom was doing heart exercises." Arya smiled showing her white teeth.

"Oh!" Rania rounded her lips.

Then keep walking towards the elevator. To go to the ground floor and want to find food there.

Arya chose a long table so that all could gather in the same table.

Not long after. Zayn and Susi came, the Sultan who went along with Fatma then sat in his chair.

All of them take the menu list and choose the food menu according to their preferences and various drinks as well.

Not long wait, the food was ready at the table to be eaten. And do not waste time, they immediately eat the dishes while enjoying the waves that are not far from there and visible from the translucent glass wall.

While eating her food, Fatma felt dizzy making her meal stop for a moment.

Arya saw the bad behavior of his wife and asked. "Why baby?"

Fatma shook her head while holding her forehead. Then continue eating it. "No pa-pa, I'm late to eat."

Arya stared anxiously, her hand rubbing Fatma's lips that had a piece of food attached. "Related?"

Fatma nodded, assuring her that she was okay ....