Loving My Raised Mother

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Although still not out of thought. Fatma immediately took a few steps forward, then hugged the body of Arya who developed her smile.

"Are we on the same plane?" fatma asked in Arya's arms.

"Yes dear. We're on the same plane, Aa. Semat sees the existence of dear is sitting dreamy." Arya nodded.

"Why not rebuke me?" fatma's hand hit Arya's chest slowly.

"Where do you want to rebuke, dear? Aa is busy. Wantsome? Aa, leave a task?" Arya cupped both hands on Fatma's cheeks.

"I'm happy, we can meet here" Fatma said with a happy face.

"Now, dear to the hotel just first, send the address. Later ,Aa nyuluan. I want to make a report first." Arya is looking for her friends.

"OK," Fatma nodded. "But you really want to catch up?"

"Yes dear .. right, before Aa take up another break first, have I gone first huh?" a cuph! a warm kiss landed on Fatma's cheek.

Arya hurriedly took her steps. Following the others, it slipped among the crowd of people who were there.

Fatma put her sunglasses back on, staring at her husband's passing. Her heart flowered, then pulled her suitcase waiting for a taxi, after checking her passport and other data.

Fatma was in a taxi to a hotel room not far from the airport.

Upon arrival in the hotel room, Fatma immediately asked for the key and the waiter brought Fatma's suitcase into her room.

"Here, your room. Enjoy your rest and be comfortable?" Said the man's servant, letting Fatma in.

"Thank you?" Fatma gave some money for the incentive.

The man nodded and thanked me. Then retreat.

After the man was gone, Fatma entered the room. Her eyes were watching the atmosphere of the luxurious room. Then take his steps to the bathroom which is also good and makes you feel at home when in it.

Then intend to clean himself for a while soaking in a bathtub that he filled with water and the aroma of his favorite therapy.

In a quiet, calm and comfortable atmosphere. Fatma enjoyed her soaking ritual, which had briefly become long and pleasant.

But after looking outwards in the dark. Then move closer to the shower and then reach for the kimono towel that has been provided by the hotel.

"Aa, where are ya? why haven't you come yet? I have sent the location." Fatma muttered while swinging her steps near the closet.

When he was not wearing a shirt, someone knocked on the hotel door. Recalling her husband was coming, Fatma hurriedly walked up to the door and peeked before opening.

Seen from between the door burrows a man stood upright in his pilot's clothes and looked gallant. Fatma's lips are interested in forming a smile and then open the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear ...."

Arya immediately entered carrying her small bag.

"Suit, Aa. Where's?" ask Fatma when she saw the husband only carrying a small bag.

"Oh, that. In the office with friends. Oya Aa take guess what?" Ary sat down and opened his shoes that Fatma helped.

"What's? what the hell? food or what?" Fatma was curious and sat her butt on the side of Arya who opened her jacket.

"Do you know or want to know?" Arya blinked her flirtatious eyes.

"Yes, man, want to know? yes, if you do not want to tell, say the talk." Fatma suddenly jutek.

"Ha ha ha .. Yes dear yes," Arya pinched Fatma's nose with her anxiety.

"Sick, what the hell?" with a hand touching Arya's chest that began to unbutton her formal clothes.

Aryan gaze leads to the head of Fatma then get rid of the child's hair on the forehead of the wife. "Darling right, say you want to check the pregnancy. Haven't you been hem?"

"Ooh, not yet. No time .. Why?" ask back Fatma while changing her sitting position facing slightly nyender to the shoulder of the husband.

"Em .. if so, Aa. Bring me a pregnancy test for you, baby." Arya took her bag to pick something up.

"Oh yeah? pardon ... Aa's really good? just a little bit of a stumble, huh?" fatma's bead was fixed towards the small object that Arya was holding.

"This, you know? wearing way. If Aa doesn't know. He he ..."Arya showed me her white teeth.

"Em .. there is a time of about 5-6 hours. After that, I returned again. Later Aa visit here bring Rania huh?" a cuph! kissing the wife's fondest forehead.

"Yes, yeah. I'm gonna use this first, okay?" Fatma moved from her seat to take off her second hand.

"Yes, I hope the news is good?" Arya is hopeful.

"Aamiin's." Fatma swung her steps into the bathroom.

Arya rubbed her face with both palms while looking up at the ceiling, leaning her back against the shoulder of the sofa. Sit feet open.

"Where is the outcome?" arya asked when she saw the wife coming out of the bathroom.

"No, wait a few minutes .. to be accurate," said Fatma as she approached her interlocutor.

"Ooh, wait a minute. Kirain is fast!" Arya grabs Fatma's hand at her pull to sit on her confession.

"No, wait a minute. Find yu food? hungry already!" fatma said as she held her hands around Arya's neck.

"Well, will you take a shower?" arya said as she brought her face closer to Fatma's face, inhaling the fragrance that Fatma was wearing.

"Can. But still, still missing and still want to be embraced." The voice of spoiled Fatma.

"Hem ... my wife managed ..." said Arya while bringing her lips closer so that she could reach for the chewy object that became opiate for her, always curious if not touching and **n** nya.

Some time they both make out love. But a moment later Fatma Ingan with the test pack in the bathroom. So Fatma surged from the top of Arya's thigh and tidied up her kimono.

"Awhile, huh?" Fatma hurriedly walked over while putting her hair forward. Take the test pack to the bathroom.

hopefully anxious. Take the pack test, then with a stubborn heart. Fatma's eyes were closed for a while while saying basmalah.

Opening his eyes, sharpening his vision to the line of the two red little objects.

Fatma's feelings are hard to express with her mouth open. Half unbelieving and happy mixed into one.

Turning to the door stood with an eye bead that did not escape from the object.

Arya who saw him was curious. "Where is the outcome?"

But Fatma did not respond, but continued to stare at the tool in her hand, continuing to convince the heart that what she saw right now was true. With teary eyes, between happy and unbelieving mixed into one making his body limp and decay.

"Darling?" Arya was shocked and immediately stood up to the wife who was sitting on the floor. "Darling why? don't make me worry?"

Arya took the small object from Fatma's hand and noticed it. Netra Arya's eyes twitched to see the object and Fatma alternated. "A-dear positive? Hem ... answered my dear?"

In the end Fatma nodded slowly then looked fixedly at the husband who looked shocked and happy.

"Masya Allah ... dear .. are you pregnant? really do? you pregnant?" the words repeatedly came out of Arya's mouth to reassure her.

Fatma nodded again and gave her blissful smile. Arya immediately embraced Fatma very tightly.

"Yes Allah ... I finally succeeded too," Arya chanted enthusiastically.

Hearing those words Fatma looked up. "Success what?"

Arya looked down at the wife. "Huh? managed to get my wife pregnant. Praise be to Allah ..." Arya took off her embrace and bowed in gratitude.

Seeing that, Fatma was moved to tears, but crying this time was not a cry like Aldian gave, a cry full of pain. But this time wept happily. Happy because he has got a good husband, attention and loves him very much.

Then Fatma, Arya gendong ala bridal style brought him to bed. Lay it down slowly.

Arya lay sideways, resting on her elbows propping her head. The right hand rubbed Fatma's stomach gently and affectionately.

"Thank you dear? have given the prospective baby, the fruit of our love both. Sister of Rania, she must be happy to hear this news dear." Cup! again a warm kiss landed on his wife's forehead and Fatma received very happily and closed her eyes ....

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