Loving My Raised Mother

Comfortable

Fatma turned her body. Pretend to be angry and leave Arya.

Arya was shocked and immediately followed Fatma who left. "Eeh .. I'm just kidding."

The geph!

Fatma Arya's wrist caught. Serr ... as if there is a flow of electricity that stings all over Arya's body. Both of Fatma's eyes spontaneously saw her hand that Arya caught.

Soon Arya let go of her grasp. "Sorry." Shift your eyes in another direction. Feeling nervous and embarrassed.

Farma finally smiled. "Do you want to?"

"L-yes, come?" arya steps closer to her bike and puts on her helmet.

Now both are on the big Arya bike. Arya immediately tancap gas to escape his motorcycle quickly.

Unwittingly the two of them, his heartbeat so increased more than normal. Aryan's lips continued to paint a smile that described how flowery his heart was at the moment.

Fatma who was sitting sweetly behind felt strange with that feeling. Adjacent to this young man his heart trembled, but from the past there was nothing strange.

The night breeze and the dark atmosphere, only decorated with lights that shine on the edge of the road. Adding to his shahdya Arya's current feelings.

Fatma was not too far from Arya's back freely inhaling the fragrance of her body. It is also freely staring Arya from behind while monologuing itself in. "It's nice to be with him, calm to be by his side."

"I want to always be near him God .." Inner Arya.

"Sorry, can't you come down first?" arya.

"What's? less sound." Ask Fatma because of the sound or drowning caused by the wind and the sound of the engine from the moto and car passing by.

"For what if we go down first, I want to pray for a while in front." Timpal Arya is back.

"What's? what's up ahead?" fatma's ears could not hear Aryan's words.

Finally, the Aryan motorbike stopped right in front of the mosque. "How about we go down first, I want to pray isya for a while," repeated Arya.

"Ooh .. sorry, your voice drowned. Possible, please. Let me wait here" Fatmala said as she got off the bike.

"Sir Fatma doesn't pray?" take a quick glance and look the other way.

"Em .. I have to clean up first, then I'll be home." Fatma replied.

Arya was silent for a moment while taking off her helmet, then said again. "alright. I'm going in first?"

"Yes, relax! I'm here waiting." Fatma nodded.

Aryan's Steps. He went into the mosque mingled with the others. Both of Fatma's eyes stared at Arya's back until her man disappeared behind the door.

Fatma took a long breath. Then he exhaled violently, standing not far from Arya's motorbike while folding both his hands on his chest. "I'm sorry, I rarely bow or bow down. I'm too lazy for that."

About 8 minutes later Arya came out and put on her shoes first. Until finally standing near his motorbike then wearing a helem back. "Sorry, long wait!"

Both beads of Fatmala's eyes were fixed on Arya. "Are you diligent?"

"Huh? what's so diligent?" glancing glance.

"Correct crafts!" connect Fatmala.

Arya pulled her lips so as to paint a smile. "Not diligent Brother, but an obligation. As Brother Fatma knows as a Muslim we are always obliged to carry it out wherever and whenever it is."

Fatma's face was silent. He knows, but rarely does. Especially when it is busy, as if there is no time to do it. "Huuh .. yes it's advanced."

"Okay," said Arya moved her head while returning to the motorbike. Then Arya's motorbike rolled towards Fatmala's residence.

After a few tens of minutes it finally arrived at the courtyard of the Fatma mansion. The gate opened and the motor went inside the gate, Fatma went down to the small bag.

While Arya lowered the suitcase and immediately retrieved the security brought her in.

"Mrs ... Om handsome ... You two know each other huh?" Rania wanders into the arms of Fatma, her mother.

Cup! a small kiss landed on Rania's cheek and forehead. The little girl was so enthusiastic about embracing her mother. It's a longing that almost a week doesn't meet.

"Fatma, really. You're home on a Nak Arya motorbike! which car?" the mother's greeting

"Em" Fatma's eyes twitched. "Yes, Mom. The car said .. stuck maybe back or I don't know." Raise shoulder.

Arya grabs Bu Wati's hand kissed her back. "How are you, ma'am?"

"Well, Arya boy, yu in." - Bu Wati invited her guests in.

And the sight was found in the netra of Fatma's eyes, so that Fatma was stunned and felt astonished also curious to blend into one. "Do you know each other?"

"Mama, this is her handsome friend Rania. She's good .. so much with Rania."

Fatma looked at the princess. "Well, is this what Rania means by handsome?" Fatma smiled towards Arya who returned her smile.

"Yes, Mama .. om handsome love Rania cute panda doll gift that you know ... Rania is just as good." The boy's chattering makes the listener gaunt.

"Ooh ... Is that it? if so Rania now does not love Mama anymore huh? Mama sad. Hik hik hik." Fatma's face was pretending to be sad.

"No, Mam. Rania darling Mama. Om handsome, Oma and opa, aunty Mia and many more." ralat Rania while moving her hands with many coded gestures.

"Oh .. Why even stand outside anyway, come in?" Bu Wati precedes the entrance and Fatma and Arya follow from behind.

"Rania, her mother must be tired, yu sama Om? carried it. Cassian Mama." Arya immediately takes over Rania from Fatma's arms.

"Oh, it's okay!" Fatma held back but Rania was also the one who wanted to be carried by Arya.

Finally Arya who brought Rania into her carriage and Fatma walked up. If considered like a harmonious married couple consisting of a father with his son and his mother.

Inside, greeted by Mr. Wijaya warmly. He also knows Arya well, heard from his chatter.

"What if we had dinner now, huh? the food is ready. But your husband hasn't come home yet, Fatma." Lirih Bu Wati's.

Before speaking, Fatma took a breath out of her nose. "Just let it go, Mom."

"Son Arya, don't go home before dinner?" pinta Bu Wati and directly get support from Pak Wijaya.

Arya could not refuse, especially Rania continued to sulk want Arya longer sitting in the house.Arya finally agreed to the offer that has a house.

Nowadays everyone is sitting at the dining table, facing the many dishes at the table.

"Son Arya, what do you want to eat? I'll get it." Tawar bu Wati's.

"No, no need. Mother just sit down, let me take what I want myself," Arya refused. He was not happy to be served that way.

Fatma just looked at Arya and then at Rania alternating with a smile that never faded.

Then they had dinner together who had previously read the prayer before eating, led by Rania the little girl who had apparently been loud in terms of reciting the prayer.

Arya immediately ended her meal with a glass of water, then said goodbye. Because early in the morning he had a task so he had to rest immediately.

"Lho .. What's the rush? it is still afternoon though," said Mr. Wijaya.

"Tomorrow there's a duty, sir." Reply Arya.

"Oh." Mr. Wijaya nodded.

"Om handsome, why go home so quickly?" Rania looked sad.

"Next time to play here again? it's night now." Arya gently stroked the head of Rania.

Brak!

The sound of something breaking from the kitchen ....

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