Loving My Raised Mother

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Lama ... Aryan face on the surface of Fatma's stomach that sleeps soundly. Then, lie back and close your eyes.

The night is getting late and Arya can only hug her wife tightly. There was no significant activity between them other than falling asleep and hugging each other.

Rania woke up from her sleep, sitting while squinting her beads. The dim light in the room was shahdu. Rania looked towards mama, her papa hugging each other.

Rania smiled for a moment and then laid her body back, put her head on the pillow and closed her sleepy eyes.

Early in the morning Arya was awake, and woke Fatma with a friendly kiss on her cheek.

"Wake yu? it's dawn soon." Arya's voice sounded heavy.

"Hem .." - Fatma muttered while embracing Rania's shoulder while still closing her eyes.

"awake? we take a bath, Yu? you're welcome." And Arya again.

"What did we do last night?" Fatma asked and opened her eyes narrowly.

"Settt ..." Arya turned to the side where Rania was still soundly asleep.

Netra's eyes moved looking towards Rania, then looked towards her husband back. What we did last night-"

"It's like .. but it's a pity bobo very good. We didn't do anything." Arya paused the words of the wife in a slow voice.

"Oohs. I was tired once last night," he answered in a voice typical of waking up.

"I know baby, you must be tired." Cup! peek, forehead and give morning kiss on the lips of the wife.

Then they sat for a moment. Seconds later Arya lowered her gaze to two beautiful fruits belonging to Fatma, really Arya wanted to touch him at that moment but beside there was Rania and there was no way they could do that.

Fatma who understands the desire of Arya at this time, if only to enjoy two beautiful fruits, of course he will give. Fatma pulled the blanket over to cover the two.

Arya's lips smilingly understood the intention of the wife. By not wasting any time. Arya squeezes touch the beautiful fruit of Fatma.

While Arya played there and took nutrition from her breast fatma. Before the baby later, started by the papa. Until finally Arya ended it as the sound of the sound of the morning adhan sayup-sayup sounded far away.

Arya gets up and rushes to the bathroom. Followed by Fatma and went in to clean up together.

Finish cleaning yourself. As usual if not Arya must be Fatma who woke Rania to congregate so later after congregation, Rania bobo again.

"Wake up, baby? later after the congregation can be bobo again." Fatma's voice was slow, but Rania heard him so she immediately moved. Squirms.

"Em ... sleepy Mam," murmured Rania while dizzying her bead.

Seeing the appearance of his mother already looks fresh and uses mukena.

"Yes, we'll be bobo again, okay, pinter boy?" fatma said as she flicked the blanket from Rania's body.

"Okay Mama. Carp?" stretch your hands in the cradle to go to the bathroom.

Fatma prepares to hold Rania, but Arya who has finished opening the curtains approaches. And prevent Fatma from carrying Rania.

"Honey, let Aa, just take Rania to the bathroom!" directly carrying Rania who is still his pillow face to take water wudu.

"Thin first, huh? just get the water. Papa wait for the door." Arya's message while standing on the outside of the door.

"No, Papa. Rania herself" said Rania from the inside.

"Okay, then." Arya walked away from the bathroom.

Moments later. The three of them prayed together. But when she finished, Rania immediately went up to the bed lying back down.

After Rania leaves and lies back down, Arya does morning gymnastics on the balcony of her room. Accompanied by his beloved wife.

"Tomorrow, Aa. Having to go home with Rania, she hasn't been to school for a few days." Arya's voice paused her movements.

For a moment Fatma fell silent and looked at the husband with a slightly sad look. It felt like just yesterday they had come and accompanied him. Gives warmth and happiness.

Now I want to go home again. "Have you booked the ticket?" in the end Fatma asked so, hiding feelings that are difficult to leave behind.

"When, baby when to go home? can you go home with me?" arya looked back at Fatma.

"Ooh, Aa. Kira can go home together! but it's okay. Just be careful here, take care of your health too." Arya shrugs the wife's shoulder.

"I'll finish my business here first. After that, I'll go home feeling calm." Added Fatma lirih.

"All right, I get it. If there is time, Aa. Must have been back here." Arya then hugged the body of the wife full of warmth.

"Thank you for understanding. I'm taking Rania?" Fatma looked up at Arya.

"Honey .. Of course I will take care of it. Hi ... She's my daughter, don't worry!" arya said with a faint laugh.

"It's not so that ..." Fatma drowned her face in Aryan's chest.

Silent!

They simply enjoy and sell in the warm, friendly embrace of both. They choose to be busy with their own thoughts.

"Well, what gift do you want from me? as your birthday present?" Fatma asked as she looked back at her husband's face.

"Em ... What is it? not ah! I want nothing but our togetherness." Arya's hand stroked Fatma's hair gently.

Fatma looked at her husband. His lips were beating as if he wanted to say something that he had difficulty saying.

"So quickly get things done here. Let us quickly gather again in indo," said Arya in a very serious tone.

Fatma's long breath adorns the sudden mood of melo. She hid her face in her husband's arms.

"If the work is done, can you take care of others freely, including this one?" I got Arya while sticking a chin on the top of Fatma's head.

Fatma was curious. "What business?"

Before replying, Arya tightened her body and tightened her arms as if giving an answer that need not be said. Because the interlocutor should be able to read and feel, if he always needs a touch of affection.

Fatma felt something tense and hard, as her husband's body increasingly embraced her. Fatma pulled her lips smiling. His fingers stroked Arya's hair while whispering. "I understand."

"Thank you if you understand, and understand that. We're actually gonna need each other." Arya then moved her head. Being face to face and looking at each other.

Cup! arya's lips touched the soft lips of Fatma who blushed seductively. Not leaving immediately! except to enjoy the sweetness of feeling.

Fatma closed her eyes. The feeling that carried the atmosphere, made both of them enjoy. Gurgle the sweetness of the halal treatments.

Arya moved her lips down and traced her smooth white neck. Gives a small kiss in the area.

Fatma's hand squeezed Arya's hair as well as her muttering lips. "Don't leave a trace there. I beg!"

Arya stopped her activities.Seeing the red face of the wife blushing, her eyes bead closed. Biting her lower lip, looking up at the ceiling, exactly wanting something more.

And so did Arya. But the time was already noon and the wife had to leave for work immediately. As much as Arya's energy held back her desire for that one.

"Darling, are you leaving now? not breakfast yet." Arya's voice was heavy, holding something inside her.

The look in Fatma's eyes was so sad, it could be seen from her eyes that she wanted something so badly. Looks like this is gonna disrupt his neural brain. And work will not be able to concentrate.

"Where is this?" her voice looked at her husband.

"I'm sorry it doesn't feel like there's a chance, considering that there's a little princess inside." Arya hugged back tightly.

Several times Fatma took her breath out of her mouth trying to throw a load on her head. Neutralizes his heartbeat. The hunting breath and the chest that kept pounding.

Fatma's hand pushed Arya's chest backwards to put some distance between the two. Fatma's lips smiled broadly at something that was difficult to express with words and the owner kept trying to hold her back.

"I will try to go home quickly, even if my seminar is in the backpack tomorrow." Fatma tidied up her disheveled clothes.

Walking across a stunned Arya, worried between willing or resistance. "Darling, can't we do it for a minute?"

Fatma stopped her steps staying through the door. Turned momentarily. "Not that ... patient huh?" approached and landed a kiss on her husband's forehead ....

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