Loving My Raised Mother

Rouse suspiction

"Seettt ... what is bengong? pinter's son can't be dumb, he'll be smart." Arya crouched down to be on par with the dreamy little girl.

"Eh, Papa. Not daydreaming, hug just as much?" netra the little girl glanced at the mother who rubbed the corner of her cheek.

"Already," Arya replied, smiling and twitching her eyes.

"Mama, why sad? papa is just working! not forever? ah Mama cemen, spoiled. Left to work." Babbling the boy while moving his body does not want to be diem.

"Ha ha ha .. no pa-pa, means dear mom to Papa. Is Rania not sad? doesn't that mean dear dong?" said Arya while cupping both hands on the face of the puffed Rania.

"Honey," the little girl replied with a loud voice. "Rania's a darling too, but that doesn't mean she has to cry."

Arya smiled at the little girl. "Alright, don't be naughty, don't make mama anxious. Papa go first huh?" Arya hugged Rania tightly.

"Pa, come home soon?" Rania looked at me.

"Yes dear. Sure." Arya stood up and turned back to her wife.

Fatma stared fixedly at the forced smile.

"Yu, Aa go first. Assalamu'alaikum?" said Arya while peeping Fatma's forehead briefly.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Careful." Fatma's Mumbling.

"By ... Papa?" Rania waved at Arya.

"Yu, Sir? put them away, right?" Arya nodded at Mr. Harlan who also gave a respectful nod.

Arya continued to take steps to the field where all her colleagues gathered for a short meeting.

After Arya is not in the eye. Finally Fatma turned her body and led Rania back into her car.

"Road, Sir?" lirih Fatma to the driver.

Rania looked up and asked. "So no, Mam's going to Dudin sir's house?"

"So dear, what would Rania spend for Mr. Dudin and his family?" Fatma asked.

"Em ... Which many can?" ask Rania hesitating.

"Well, what do you want to do shopping? mama's son is hem?" fatma's hand rubbed Rania's head gently. Then his eyes rolled out the window.

Mr. Harlan continued to turn the wheel, drove quickly to the house of Mr. Dudin and in the middle of the trip stopped in front of a convenience store.

Fatma and Rania go down and enter a supermarket and choose groceries for fruit for Mr. Dudin and family.

"Mam, Ranai wants to grab some snacks. Milk, chocolate. Wafer and ... What is it?" Rania looked confused.

"Biscuits, bread, fruits and anything else can." Add Fatma while pushing the trolley while looking at all the items lined up very neatly.

"Yes, huh? how could Rania forget?" Rania patted her eel while starting to pick up the food and the others.

So did Fatma take all the ingredients of the kitchen. Like eggs, sugar and wheat. Cooking oil and chicken nuggets.

Finished shopping and felt enough. Even the groceries Mr. Harlan put into the trunk. Finally they continued their journey to the destination.

At this time they were already in the car and the dizziness attacked again accompanied by nausea like that.

"Kok I can forget anyway, whereas from yesterday want to check and invite, Aa." murmured Fatma in the heart.

"Mam, why is it sick?" ask the boy, looking worried.

"No, my mom is not sick. Was fine. Sir is a little fast on his way?" pinta Fatma to the driver.

"Oh, yes, Mom." Mr. Harlan nodded.

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After making sure all the tools or machines are smooth there is no obstacle, the mechanic came out and stayed Arya and other captains.

Suddenly the Sultan came. "Bro, how are you?"

Arya raised her eyebrows not quickly answering. "good. You late? why?"

"Who said it was late? just ... late doang. He he ..." Sultan nyengir's.

"Just like dodol, just a different word." Captain Vishnu shook his head.

"Yes, huh? sorry?" The sultan returned to the rear leaving the two captains prepared to control the iron bird soaring through the air.

Arya closed her eyes while praying in her heart that the creator and the universe would accompany this journey.

"Bismillah .. O Allah bless our journey. Save us" for a moment.

Then Arya and captain Vishnu prepare for take-up. The iron bird slowly moved up into the air splitting the sky towards its destination.

The sky was so bright and the birds were singing cheerfully.

The flight attendants serve the passengers well and are friendly. Comfortable for the passengers.

Hose for a while. The iron bird in the air finally slowly landing her small wheels on the surface of the vast runway.

Arya and the rest of the crew were looking for a place to stay, after meeting with the relevant parties in their field.

"Tan, shall I ask you?" arya asked in between sipping her drink.

"On what? it must be about the Goddess, right?" replied the Sultan in a questioning tone.

"Yes. Ask her soon you're gonna propose to her?" arya exclaimed while squinting her eyes. "The thing is you haven't told me anything yourself."

"That's exactly what, I want to talk to you bro, but haven't had time. Actually, I'd like to deliberately invite me to a meeting either tomorrow, that's the plan." The sultan looked serious.

Vishnu who was there only listened, occasionally looking at the Sultan and Arya who looked serious.

"It seems .. I don't have time. Tomorrow I want to take my wife abroad." Arya looked towards the Sultan.

"I talked to my family and they agreed. If at the end of this month I'm going to propose to Dewi to be my wife, I think you as my best friend will respect my intentions" said Sultan with confidence.

"You sure about that?" arya asked while linking her eyebrows together.

"Rest assured. One hundred percent, the cave's sure." The Sultan smiled triumphantly.

Arya's lips riveted, then circulated the view to the surrounding atmosphere.

His eyes saw something strange. His net was on two men, the other leading a boy around the age of four who looked riled up, looking for something.

Both pairs of Aryan eyes continued to be fixed on the two people who looked suspicious. As Samakin got further and further away, Arya finally decided to follow from afar.

The Sultan was astonished and dazed to see Arya who looked like a henchman seeing something. "What's up, bro?"

"Awhile," Arya muttered as she moved with her eyes not one bit off from them. Do not forget to snatch his jacket and then dipake to disguise that he as a pilot of one of the airlines.

Arya's steps are increasingly wide trailing the two people. Passing through the people around.

The longer it becomes apparent that the two are not good people, the child starts whining and they continue to take the child to a quiet building ....

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Thank you my readers who always look forward to the continuation of the story of Fatma and Arya 🙏