Loving My Raised Mother

Don't worry

Early in the morning, Arya had cleaned up and looked neat. Last night Arya sleep did not mind the continued Fatma that Rania said was sick, wanted to feel at this time also came there to make sure the situation.

With a shrewd hand Arya made warm milk to fill her stomach while daydreaming. Occasionally shakes violently. "Who is in my mind Fatma and Fatma. And the boy's voice kept ringing in my ears! I've been going crazy thinking about them for a long time."

"Astagfirullah ..." Arya's hand rubbed her face rough. "I won't be able to work if this rich mind keeps on." Talk to yourself while sipping a warm drink.

After bringing a dirty glass and washing it. Arya walks gontai out of her unit, carrying a riled up heart. He was unsure of his work trip this time.

His steps halted for a moment while sighing deeply. "Bismillah, zeal, O Allah .. remove this anger that will only hinder my activity!" Look up at the ceiling and end up wiping the face.

Then continue his steps towards where the bike is. Then do the bike after previously wearing a helmet as a protector of his head.

On the highway, four and two wheels passed by, the creature on the face of the earth began its activities on this cold morning.

Arya continues to drive her motorcycle with focus and be careful not to happen something unwanted.

Upon arrival at the office following the instructor, or meeting briefly with other colleagues such as pilots and flight attendants as well as flight attendants. Led by the head there.

"He! .. What do you think? just daydream!" The Sultan nudged Arya's shoulders which looked unfocused.

"Huh? not ah. Not daydreaming just pensive," said Arya while mesem.

"What the hell was that?" ask again Sultan while walking hand in hand with the others.

"Nothing. Don't think of anything!" the answer. They entered the aircraft unit preparing everything.

"Captain. You seem to have more thoughts?" captain Vishnu, senior Aryan.

"Not knowing the captain, my mind feels like it's messed up, this feeling is agitated Tek erratic." Arya replied, sighing.

"What do you think?" asked the captain Vishnu again stared fixedly at Arya.

"Eitherway. Captain I don't understand either," said Arya while shaking in confusion.

"In that case, you should rest first. Don't force yourself. Let your duties be replaced with others, but there's still time." Captain Vishnu saw a clock coiled in his hand.

Arya's gaze pointed at that senior of hers. "I think it's the captain's way too."

In the end Arya undoes her intention to take the flight and replaced with someone, Arya can not force herself to task if her heart and mind are chaotic.

Arya returned to the apartment. Throwing his body over the couch lying down and staring at the ceiling. I don't know what he's feeling right now while the only faces of Fatma and the adorable little girl. For a long time his eyes closed and fell asleep just like that. For a moment he emptied his mind space. The room of his heart was filled with a sense that he himself was confused to describe.

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"Masya Allah .. Why your cheek?" Bu Wati hysterically saw his daughter's face which was clearly drawn five fingers even the right 10 fingers that were imprinted there. Bu Wati stared intensely at Fatma's right and left cheeks.

""I'm not going to nobody, ma'am" said Fatma, shaking her head.

"Say who made you this Fatma? tell Mom Son!" said Bu Wati his heart was really broken to see his only child like this.

"Mom, don't worry. Believe me I will be fine and I am strong," said Fatma calmed the mother who looked anxious and sad. Actually Fatma wants to cry in the arms of her mother. But he must show that he is strong, must not look weak in the eyes of his family.

"This must be your husband, right?" guess the father.

"You mean?" selidik Bu Wati stared fixedly at Fatma.

"So is it true what Dad thought? if your husband often does something weird to you." Sergey pak Wijaya. He was angry that Aldian's treatment of Fatma was not good.

"I hope you know enough. Don't get too exaggerated, Kasian Rania. I'll take care of my divorce and you guys don't worry. Pray that everything will be good." Fatma looked expectantly at her two parents.

"Dad disappointed with Aldian. Turns out he's a fucker, he hurt you. Why don't we tell Fatma?" keep the father.

"Yes Fatma ... Why have you been silent all this time? why do you keep your household if it makes you tormented!" lirih Bu Wati while wiping tears, sad and powerless she cried.

"I don't want to blind you to your thoughts! I can take care of it myself." Fatma looked down at the floor.

"You still have Fatma's parents, if your husband can't take responsibility. There's us! we will demand justice for you, you honorable and independent woman. You do not fear anything," said Mr. Wijaya while tightening his teeth.

"Aftentimes. Fatma, does Aldian like to bring women into this house?" search the mother.

Fatma fell silent, only looking back inside. Not answering the mother's question because without being answered they can certainly guess. It also occurred to Rania who said her father likes to change female friends and Rania must be the same story Oma and her opa.

Unanswered. Ms. Wati can confirm that what she heard is true. She looked at the husband who also saw her. "Well, that meant a good moaning sound back then. Just let it be ..."

Mr. Wijaya was stunned for a while, with his eyes fixed on the wife. "If it is like that. There is really no tolerance anymore, the person must be made to be careless. I support you, dear Fatma. Do not think too much about your child, because you will not have trouble to live without a husband," explained Oka Wijaya back.

Bu Wati's hand held Fatma's hand while stroking. "You have to let her go, baby. I can't bear to see you like this, you're strong. But we and your child will not be able to see you suffer" said Ms. Wati. On his face was a deep sadness.

Fatma took a long breath. "Mom don't worry, huh? I beg your prayers from both of you." Fatma hugged her mother while holding back her tears so as not to come out in front of her father and mother.

There was a sound of footsteps towards the door of Fatma's room, all eyes looked at the open door and appeared Aldian's figure who looked neat.

Mr. Wijaya hurriedly greeted Aldian who was standing in front of the door staring in their direction.

Seeing the appearance of Aldian there made Mr. Wijaya increasingly ignited his emotions. The arrival of fresh air without having to look for it.

Plaque!

Plaque!

Brugh!

Two slaps lodged in the face and round fists hand Mr. Wijaya hit his nose right. No doubt Aldian's body retreated. "What a bastard, you've been making my son suffer all this time."

Aldian who did not receive such treatment straightened his body and rubbed his face rough. But quickly clenched his hands and attacked Mr. Wijaya blindly. "Taste this old man, no wind no rain you attacked me!"

So that the body of Mr. Wijaya leaning forward then kneeling holding his chest.

Bu Wati and Fatma screamed running over to Mr. Wijaya. But before they arrived, Aldian again attacked with hatred. Several times his leg kick hit the body of Mr. Wijaya ....

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