Loving My Raised Mother

inner bond

The atmosphere was so quiet, the night was getting late. Fatma's eyes agitated looking at the needle that kept spinning. Arya did not return home and her phone could not be reached.

This made Fatma even more worried. Standing by the window peeked out, the atmosphere was so dark. The moon does not shine tonight.

He was so agitated at the thought of the husband who had not yet come. All Fatma did was pacing back and forth, her hands folded on her chest. Clenched his lips while thinking.

"What's going home to the apartment? why not go home yet? I'll take it the next time, will I?" fatma muttered while looking back and forth.

"Oh yes, Sultan. I'm calling Sultan aja." Fatma Gegas took the mobile phone and DM Sultan to ask the whereabouts of Arya.

Ting ....

A message from the Sultan quickly replied to Fatma.

Sultan: "Home home on his bike. Most still on the road."

Fatma re-typed, but the sound of Aryan motor entering the yard. Fatma's lips pulled to the side and hurriedly peeked out of the window.

Justright. Arya just arrived at Fatma's house after her trip today. He came down with a shackle carrying his bag into the house.

"Let me take it, sir?" Bi Ina immediately took one bag of Arya for him to take to the master's room.

Arya nodded, then continued her steps towards the upper floor, which was Fatma's room.

With regular steps, Arya arrived at the door of Fatma's room. BI Ina keeps Arya bag right in front of the door.

"Thank you, Bi?" arya said along with her friendly smile.

"Together, sir." Bi Ina nodded respectfully. Then turn the body back down.

Arya was standing at the door, knocking, but her eyes fell on the door, considering that she must have slept well by now.

Try pushing the door handle that opens immediately. Arya's smile expanded while carrying a step inside with her hands pulling the small suitcase.

Fatma was sitting on the bed with her sweetest smile welcoming her husband.

Arya smiled as she said hello. "Assalamu'alaikum .. hasn't bobo dear?"

Not to forget Arya locked the door and kept the bag near the closet.

"Wa'alaikum salam, have not waited, Aa. go home," said Fatma as she lowered her legs.

Arya immediately opened her jacket and other clothes. And rushed to the bathroom. "A shower first, huh?"

Fatma nodded, then approached the large closet to pick up Aryan clothes.

After about 15 minutes later, Arya just appeared with a towel wrapped around her waist. Making her flat stomach exposed so perfectly, right asked rubbed her wet hair with a small towel.

Netra's eyes Fatma looked towards her husband. Biting his lower lip, anxious to touch the stomach that is like a torn bread.

"I guess, Aa. Go home to the apartment?" tanya Fatma looked at the husband.

Arya, who was now wearing some of her clothes in front of her wife, turned her head. "Yes, Aa go back there for a minute."

"I was going to pick you up at the airport. But there's a hitch with Aldian's arrival." Lirih Fatma while down approached the husband who was still drying his hair.

Arya gasped to hear Aldian's name coming. "Aldian's coming? is he free?"

"Yes, I don't know! I don't know. Here a long time ago with a neat appearance, the problem is spoiled Rania does not want me to stay." Fatma said, her hand embracing Aryan's body from the front, wanting to shed the longing.

Cup! fatma's forehead, Arya kisses lovingly. "Keep, how's Rania?"

"Initially the child was sulking, crying in my lap on the touch Aldian did not want. But long ago also want to chat," replied Fatma, her cheeks stuck to the chest of the husband who was bare chest.

"However they have an inner bond, baby. Let them be close" Arya continued, stroking Fatma's hair gently.

"Aa, don't you get angry, right? when Aldian comes to see Rania?" fatma asked at a glance, then drowned her face back in Arya's chest.

Arya's lips formed a smile and her index finger raised Fatma's chin to look up.

"What's Aa angry about, honey? Aldian is Rania's father. It's only natural that he wants to meet his biological son. Except ... if only he wanted to take my wife. New, Aa. Will be angry."

Fatma. Blinking regularly, staring fixedly at the husband. "That can't happen." Tossing both hands to the husband's shoulders.

While they sat face to face, diving into the feelings of each feeling the same surge of longing.

The friendly gaze of the two pairs of eyes brought the silence of the atmosphere, Arya's face slowly approached to Fatma's lips were ripe natural. Initially just stick, long time sweep all the surface and me****friendly.

"So why cry? dong's story. Now the same story, Aa." Pinta Arya with a gentle look.

Fatma was silent and did not answer immediately. Only his eyes were moving towards Arya.

"Why? story ... Why cry?" arya is back.

Fatma stepped to the edge of the bed while she put her hair aside, sitting there. Arya followed his wife and sat by her side.

"So, I .." In the end Fatma told me about the time she was crying. From Rania asking her father until she couldn't hold back the crying."

Arya's hand rubbed Fatma's shoulder gently and affectionately. "Now Aldian has come to see his daughter. So wife, Aa. Can't be sad anymore."

"I am not sad, just touched, hi hi hi hi .." said Fatma endlessly laughing.

"Just like, baby!" arya's voice was so soft and pushed Fatma's shoulders back.

Fatma looked at her heart, with her hands around her husband's neck.

"Now can we start our favorite game?" take Arya while whispering.

"Favorite, Aa. Aye right?" Fatma smiled seductively.

"Emang, honey don't like it?" ask Arya while walking the streets she likes.

"No, hi hi hi hi .." he admitted Fatma while shaking in amusement.

"Not like it? don't you like it?" arya asked while tickling Fatma's waist.

"I'm sorry, I like it. Aye." Yeah." Fatma asks for mercy, not strong to accept the tickle from Arya, making herself roll around.

But Arya instead increasingly become and continue to tickle parts of the body Fatma including the soles of the feet.

"Ha ha ha .. pardon that .. geez?" fatma.

"Say first, if you like and want! new Aa, will stop tickling dear." Arya paused for a moment then went back to tickling again.

Fatma continued to convulse. "Yes-iya like, I've been amused which .. later I wet the bed, ha ha ha ha ...."

"Say first if you want to?" Arya half whispered and pressed her lips against Fatma's cheek.

"Yes-yes ...."

"No, I have to say I want to be new. I just quit!" Arya kekeh's.

"Yes, wanting. Satisfied?" said Fatma who finally obeyed the will of Arya, where the stomach is not resistant to want to urinate.

"Well .. that's dong. Don't want it, baby should too. Let it be good together." Arya stopped her hand.

But Arya silenced Fatma's mouth gently. Fatma was out of breath. Fatma's hand hit Arya's chest to remove her pagutan.

But Arya does not heed it continue to regret her full ga-ira-h, hands did not escape traveling everywhere. Not letting the wife calm down.

Fatma can no longer bear to urinate mixed with the desire to play. Again Fatma's hand pushed Arya's chest so that Arya let go and put some distance between the two.

"I want to pee." Fatma surged while holding down her stomach.

Arya holds Fatma's hand strong. "Don't want to pee that darling. Let it go."

"No, it's really about peeing." Fatma brushed off Arya's hand and lowered her legs to the floor.

Fatma ran to the bathroom, looking heavy once resisting the urge to pee. The door forgot to close.

In the middle of the toilet. Suddenly Arya stood behind the newly standing Fatma.

Fatma gasps. "Aa, just be surprised! why did he come in?"

"So I want to pee first." Arya lowered her pants while shivering.

Fatma's lips smiled comically and hurriedly came out of the bathroom ....

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