Loving My Raised Mother

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''Miss Arya, sign Fatma?" bu Wati stared at Arya expectantly.

"Em, God willing, Mom. As long as I have no duty will take care of him." Arya nodded with a friendly face.

"Mother, don't know who else to help? relatives are far away. His father was like that too" said Bu Wati with a long sigh.

"No pa-pa ma'am, I'll take care of her while I can. It just so happens that in these few days I have an empty schedule, unless something is sudden." Arya reassured Bu Wati with quite soothing words.

"Oma cepetan ... Rania is so sleepy!" pekik Rania who was in the arms of her caretaker, Mia who was a few meters from where Wati and Arya stood.

Ms. Wati looked over for a moment. "Yes, baby, yeah. Yes, I want to go home first. Yu Nak Arya's. Assalamu'alaikum?"

"Wa'alaikum greetings," Arya replied as she waved at Rania who was also waving.

After, they disappeared from sight. Arya came in and closed the door again, stepping onto the sofa. At a glance, his eyes glanced at the agitated-looking Fatma.

Fatma's hand reached for a device to call the nurse. He felt like going to the toilet, it felt uncomfortable to ask for help with Arya.

"Sir, how can I help you?" arya asked after seeing Fatma's hand grasping the tool.

"Hhhh!" Fatma gasped and immediately turned towards Arya. "You call the nurse."

"You what? to toilets? I'll help you get there." Arya approaching.

"But, no need. I'm embarrassed and let's just call the nurse." Reject Fatma feels bad.

"No pa-pa, don't be afraid. I'll drive you to the door!" Arya stared fixedly.

"Nr ..." Fatma was worried and in the end she nodded.

Aryan's lips smiled. Then do not waste a long time again Arya grabs the blanket Fatma then cradled her body. "Can't you bring the infusion?"

Fatma nodded and her hand was coiled around Arya's shoulder and the other one carried an infusion, occasionally her eyes glanced at Arya's face whose eyes were focused forward.Fatma dag dig dug heart was not good.

Likewise Arya who tried to hide her erratic feelings, felt a strange vibration radiating to her body.

Fatma was lowered near the toilet and Arya rushed out while saying. "I'm waiting at the door." After leaving, Arya closed the door tightly. Then there was the sound of tap water from inside.

After crouching down, Fatma dumbly looked at herself in the mirror, her face ashen as Pasih without the slightest powder. The head was wrapped in bandages and hair was messy, then the hands were lifted and rubbed roughly on his face.

"Yes pardon .. gini very much me." Staring intensely at himself who was wearing the clothes of a Hospital patient. Then comb the hair with your hands and tie it so that it is not too messy.

"Huh .. my whole body feels like it's crumbling like this, it hurts. Heavy head like a stone." Fatma's hand held firmly on the lips of the sink, her head dizzy.

Arya stood in front of the door while pacing back and forth and placed her hands on her chest. By waiting for Fatma to finish, until finally Fatma opened the door very slowly.

"Have you?" arya asked a glance and looked down, she saw Fatma's appearance was rather neat than before. Even hair in neat pigtails, a little fresh face washed out.

Fatma nodded and was about to force her foot out of the bathroom.

But Arya quickly grabbed Fatma's body and brought her back to her resting place.

"Thank you" said Fatma after lying down again.

"Rest me." Arya enveloped Fatma, then she walked up to the long sofa and lay there.

"Sister, I'm going to the mushola first huh?" arya said as she rushed out of the room without waiting for a response from Fatma.

Fatma looked at the back of the man who was younger than her. He looked until the door closed.

The sigh was clearly visible from the motion of his chest and threw it through his nose.

Playbacks

After bi Ina's departure from Fatma's room. Fatma closed her eyes feeling all the pain in her body.

Fatma suddenly felt something strange, then opened her eyelids slowly.

Along with the murmuring of someone. "Dead you, fucking lady!"

"Would you come here? get out or I'll call you security. Get out!" fatma's eyes glared at Aldian while trying to shift his body away from Aldian who was holding a blunt object.

Fatma tried to get off the bed, nervously seeing Aldian continue to approach with an expressionless look. His gaze unsheathed the heart as if it wanted to prey on its victim until it was destroyed.

"I'm asking you to leave. Otherwise, I'll scream." Fatma pointed towards Aldian with her eyes constantly moving. Fatma was nervous, scared.

Because Aldian didn't heed his request. Fatma was ready to scream. But lost quickly with the movement of Aldian who swung his blunt object.

Dugh!

The blow with all his might hit Fatmala's head. So that Fatma's body fell to the floor. "Aw! sick ... You're right depraved man-" hiss Fatma and finally Fatma lost consciousness and then knew-tau was already in the hospital.

Playback off

Fatma shook her head. What a bad fate that he had to swallow until bitter.

About 15 minutes later Arya reappeared from the mushola. "Not slept?" he turned towards the dumb Fatma.

"Not yet!" reply Fatma shook her head.

"Rest, do you need anything." In the end Arya asked.

"No, thank you." Fatma Mumbles.

"Yes, already. If you need anything, just say no to moaning." Arya laid her body on the long sofa. Arya closed her eyes, emptying her mind for a moment.

Similarly, Fatma daydreamed while thinking about the plan ahead and hope that the divorce process will be smooth. Fatma did not know that Aldian had been arrested by the police on charges of mistreatment of his own wife.

In view of everything that has happened, from the beginning of marriage he never found complete happiness. A year after the wedding has just begun to stink Aldian, a man who turns out to have a wife and approaches her only for the sake of lust and property.

It was a mistake that made him trapped in the sweet words and deceit of an Aldian. All of them were so vividly remembered that no tears fell on his cheeks, a silent cry he enjoyed himself.

Fatma's wiggly fingers rubbed her wet cheeks. If only it could repeat the time from the beginning probably would not choose Aldian to be made husband. But choose Surya who is now happy with the woman of his choice and now has two cute children.

Along with a heavy sigh, Fatma turned to Arya who was soundly asleep even without a blanket wrapped around her body. Falling asleep with both hands folded on the chest, just sleeping and looking from afar even the charm will captivate who is looking ....

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