Loving My Raised Mother

Surprise

"Thank you Mama, why is Mama here anyway? wasn't that the hotel room?" Rania was still amazed. Seeing the mother there.

"Yes, baby .. It's a surprise for Rania and papa." Fatma glanced at Arya who was also still confused.

"Ooh," the boy rounded his lips.

Fatma hugged me back. "May Rania be a child that Sholehah loves parents. Respect and filial."

Rania nodded and said Aamiin. So did the people who were there and certainly understood the language of Fatma.

Fatma stood up and took the cake in her friend's hand. Fatma's steps approached the stunned husband.

"Happy birthday dear? may you live a long, healthy life. Easy windfall and waged in every affair. As well as being a good husband, who continues to love me and our children." Please Fatma stared fixedly at the husband.

Arya finally smiled sweetly. "Feelings are still a few days away! how did you get a surprise?" he said while turning off the candle with his hand.

"It's okay, two more days. May long live and love his wifes," Fatma hoped.

"Thank you dear. For his prayers? god willing I will strive to be a good husband, a responsible one, dear wife and child." I Arya hugged the wife very tightly, not forgetting to kiss her forehead.

And Fatma kissed Arya's cheeks right and left. "Together."

"Aftentimes. My business is not done with this guy." Arya took off her embrace, facing the merchant earlier.

"What are we doing now?" arya looked at the man.

"Prank .. You have already paid. It's just prank doang." He said the merchant.

"So?" Arya frowned, staring in wonder at the person.

"Yes, you've paid and you're in person at your wife's request" he added reassuringly.

"So this is a deed? watch out, huh? there will be a payoff. I almost attacked him." Arya said to the wife and glanced at the man with a smile.

"Hi hi hi hi . yes. That's the chain of this surprise. Who wants to cut the cake first?" tanya Fatma circulated her gaze to her husband and daughter.

"Me! I'm first Mam." Rania brandished her finger while getting closer to her birthday cake.

"Can. Eh Rania has a prayer what was it?" Fatma looked gently and asked the prayer that her daughter wanted to pray.

"Ec ... Rania wants all of us to love each other and be happy as we are today. And may the baby who is still in the belly of Mama be a baby boy. Funny, handsome like Papa too," Rania turned to Arya at a glance.

"Aamiinu. Yeah, cut the cake and then share it with everyone here, okay?" Fatma rubbed her face. Then take the cake knife.

Rania gave the first piece of her cake there it was on the mother and her papa.

"Thank you darling?" Arya and Fatma together.

And Arya's tarts, her first cut for her beloved wife. Then it was all shared with everyone who was there.

Then the three enjoy the night in front of the lake with a sense of happiness. Aryan and Fatma's happiness is complete.

Rania was playing with the kids there. The child is easy to get to know and easily socialize with new people.

Arya hugged her wife from the side. "I'm happy to get a surprise that's almost, Aa. Frustrated with his nyolot that guy, obviously, Aa. I paid for it." Arya said while sticking her chin over Fatma's shoulder .

"Hem .. Is it good? hi hi hi hi .." Fatma's hand rubbed Arya's cheeks gently. "I have a husband like you." Her moving Netra looked at Arya eyes which were also staring at her.

While the two look at each other with the friendly arrangement of the two. As if wanting to dive into the depths of each other's hearts. Hands are also tightly held to each other. Every now and then Arya kissed the back of Fatma's loving hand.

The second feeling at this time is very difficult to express with words or images of how happy they are at this time.

"Honey .. don't run away, tired. It will fall." Fatma in the arms of her husband.

There was the sound of the crisp laughter of the child playing cheerfully with the other children.

"Let them play, just don't get fucked." Aryan protests while stroking Fatma's back.

"Yes, anyway." Fatma muttered while drowning her face in the chest of the husband who fielded it.

"Look at the moon so beautifully illuminating the darkness tonight. The stars bear witness to how happy we both are.

The calm lake water. Occasionally swaying and glistening in the reflection of the light of the moon shining brightly.

"It's late, Aa .. I'm busy tomorrow. Yu's home? what time is it?" glanced at the watch that had shown at 23 o'clock.

"Oh, okay. Then, we go home now!" clasping his wife's hand and then turning to Rania who looked cool playing.

"Rania? it's night, yu home? next time we come here again." Call Arya.

"Did, Papa! still playing too. Will you go home later?" Rania is disturbed by the call from Arya.

"Darling, the others are just as willing to go home, it's late, isn't it? Ask them?" fatma said while embracing Arya's hand.

The boy pouted. He's still playing.

"Do you guys want to go home too? The night is late," Fatma asked the children who played with Rania.

Then the kids nodded.

"Good ... Next time we can play." Fatma asked back.

Again the boy nodded in agreement.

"Yes. Thank you?" fatma is back.

Then they went to their families.

"Kan, they're home too. Because it's night. Yu's home? tomorrow you have to work, baby." Persuade Fatma while rubbing Rania's hair.

"Yu, home? next time we're here again, afternoon down here her-"

"Pope Pah? come here again tomorrow afternoon?" Rania cuts off the word of the papa.

"Yes, can. Papa promise! tomorrow afternoon-afternoon come here again." Arya answered convincingly.

"Hore .. fun tomorrow to come here again. Really, huh, Pah?" Rania looked doubtfully.

"When did Papa lie?" Arya raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, tomorrow here again. Yu's home?" Take Rania.

Then they walked away from the place looking for a taxi to go back to the hotel.

They were sitting in a taxi. And Rania sat leaning against Aryan's lap with the blink of an eye that remained three watts.

"Rania sleepy!" while closing his eyes.

"Hem .. didn't want to go home. Now, not yet arrived. Sleepy already? Hm. .. bocil-bocil." Fatma shakes.

"The name is also dear children. Just be understanding." Arya said while embracing the wife's shoulder.

Taxis are going very fast. Splitting the still-crowded street, and a few dozen minutes taxi stop in front of the hotel.

Arya and Fatma went down and Arya held Rania who was sleeping soundly. The two walked into the lobby approaching the elevator. Occasionally nod and smile when passing by the hotel occupants.

At this time Arya put Rania to bed, not forgetting the blanket. While Fatma went to the bathroom to change clothes.

Arya opened her jacket. Approaching the bathroom door, when it opens! Fatma was changing clothes making Arya gawk her netra not blinking looking at the wife.

Fatma smiled. Then walked across Arya who was standing at the side of the door while swallowing her saliva which was stuck in her throat.

But immediately continued his intention to throw away. Then close that door.

A few moments later Arya came out feeling relieved. Directing the view towards the wife who looks already slumbering,

Aryan's heart suddenly sluggish. Had wanted to ask for a birthday gift from the wife but it looks like the wife of soy sauce, Arya sighed long and then crawled up and lay next to his beloved wife. In his eyes very attached and friendly.

Aryan's hand moved towards the wife's stomach. He slipped inside until he touched his skin. Swabbed in a soft way.

"Darling, baby Papa candidate. Don't bother mom, do you? papa wants to go back to Indo. Due to the duty, who is calm and take care of your mom while here?" a cuph! Arya kisses Fatma's stomach gently. For a moment put his old lips there ....