Loving My Raised Mother

Pass valley

Arya was shocked not playing, suddenly turned to the back there were people who were about to attack him. Of course Arya does not stand still he immediately dodges and counter-attacks with his kicks. Plus being flocked with a raw punch from his hand.

Fatma's eyeballs glared in panic, her breathing seemed to stop instantly. Seeing that scene in plain sight did not understand the intent of the person wanting to injure Arya. "Please .. please ...."

Wuuuus ....

Wuuuus ....

Wuuuus ....

It is inconceivable if the sharp weapon of the person tore through the stomach or if it hit and scratched the other parts of Aryan body.

Arya tries to avoid and look for opportunities to be able to throw the sharp weapon from the hands of the person. Until finally old got a gap to kick the hand until the weapon fell bounced. Later then.

Dugh ... dough ... dough ...dugh ....

Kicks and punches rained down on the person's body. Make the opponent not wiggle and beg for forgiveness, and stand staggered about to run away.

But Arya's big hand immediately grabbed her collar while snapping. "Who are you, ha? and what does it mean?"

"Sorry tu-tuan. I-I'm just a messenger." His voice stammered with his hands held together in front of his chest.

"Who told you to? tell me?" arya is back.

"Sa-me! told-" said the man hangs and hunts down comes bodyguard and scurity also nurse, finally Arya handed the criminal to the scurity and bodyguard Fatma, brought along with evidence.

Arya breathed a sigh of relief then glanced at the tensed-looking Fatma and covered her face with her ten fingers. "Huuh ..." take a breath out of his nose.

After closing the door and cleaning up the falling items. Bringing her steps closer to Fatma who was calmed down by the sisters.

"Aren't you going to anything?" search Fatma on Arya after sitting in a chair not far from her.

"No, I'm fine. Just relax!" with a soothing smile.

Fatma never took her eyes off Arya. And for a long time Arya felt something from her upper hand, which for a long time felt sore and wet.

"Arya, what's wrong with you?" Fatma panicked to see Arya rolling up her black shirt sleeves.

Arya's hand was bleeding inconspicuously, because her shirt was black. Apparently it was about the sharp weapon of the criminal.

''Sus. Would you please help her?" pinta Fatma on the nurse who just finished checking her tension.

"Good, madam." The nurse immediately came out to take the medicine and cloth for the bandage.

"Is it not a feeling?" Fatma looked back at Arya who was taking off her clothes. He then wiped away the blood that kept flowing in his arms. Arya simply shook her head and focused on her injuries.

Aryan's body is stocky and has a torn bread in the stomach plastered clear front Fatma makes the saw swallow her saliva. Immediately Fatma lowered her gaze to the floor hiding the feeling of her heart that continued to pound incoherently.

Not long after the sisters returned to bring what was needed. Arya's wounds were immediately cleaned and wrapped in bandages.

"Thank you sisters?" arya said with her sweetest smile.

Fatma who saw him was astonished by his feelings. There was a sense of annoyance to find Arya smile for others.His hands squeezed the tip of the shirt from under the blanket. "Why my feelings? this feeling cannot control my feelings!" shake.

"Bro, finally met this room. From a long time around climbing the mountain past the valley, finally ..." the voice of a tall, handsome and friendly-looking man entered just like that into the room of Fatma's house.

But suddenly the man was stunned to see Arya bare-chested with her upper hand on the bandage.

Fatma nodded at Sultan, she had met him several times when Arya was in college. Likewise, the Sultan often saw Fatma especially as a big businessman and often mess around in the media, explained Sultan.

"You're the new nyampe? where the hell?" Arya instead asked and looked towards the Sultan who was standing glued.

"Kan, I told you. I'm having trouble finding this place, no. You can't be reached. I've climbed a mountain and passed a valley that fortunately does not stretch wide and lead me stranded here." The Sultan repeated his words.

"Well, you can do this." Arya reached into her pocket to pick up a phone that turned out to be dead due to not yet in the box.

"Now, lock your bike. I say your name, the child who has a house immediately wants to come, wants to meet Om handsome he said. Are you handsome?" the Sultan's hand holds Arya's chin and observes Arya's face from the right and left. "Feel more handsome me, but .. if the body wins you anyway!"

Arya brushed off the Sultan's hand from her chin and stood up. "Not polite. Can't you see I'm hensem like this?"

Fatma who hears the mesem and nyaut. "That's my son's time." Not sure because he did not know for sure where the Sultan took the motor from?

"The girl is fat and funny" Sultan said.

"Yes .. That's Rania her son." pointed at Fatma with her thumb.

"So, I don't know. I asked you why in all the bandages? he's bandaged. You're bandaged too, right, weird?" Sultan still each curious about his best friend.

"Must, get a little prick. Don't ask too many questions" said Arya, shaking her hand after moving to the sofa.

"What's? got puncture? what's your mistake? mistreating people or taking away people's wives? it should be clear, bro." The Sultan followed Arya sitting on the same sofa.

Arya's bead eyes glared at Sutan, then looked towards Fatma who was staring at her.

"Eit .. instead look at each other, I'm in cuekin. How the hell?" shaking hands right in front of Arya.

"You are this, as long as you say? I don't know where I'm wrong? don't know what my mistake was? you know he's coming and wants to attack me, don't I know bro." Aryan Elak.

"What time?" The sultan scrunched his forehead.

Fatma slowly got down from the bed and grabbed the infusion with the intention of going to the bathroom. Seeing that Arya immediately moved and approached.

"Would you go to the toilet?" arya asked Fatma who was staring fixedly at her. Arya's hand grabbed the infusion held by Fatma.

"I can do it myself."Bala Fatma while stepping in with a limp.

"Yu, I'll help!" arya's arm held onto Fatma's shoulders towards the bathroom with slow steps. "Aren't the way?"

Fatma nodded. "Strong." He was ashamed if Arya had to carry again, plus there was the Sultan. Shame and also pity the condition of Arya's injured hand.

The Sultan put on his smile as he muttered. "This is not just a brother, but makes the heart flowery. Basic ..." The sultan nodded slowly.

Arya between Fatma to the front door, then Fatma entered by herself by carrying the infusion bag inside.

As usual, Arya stood at the door waiting for Fatma to finish. Looking towards the Sultan who was smiling to himself.

"Why, smile to yourself? aren't you crazy?" arya's eyes glared at the Sultan.

The sultan simply flicked his lips without replying to the words from Arya. There was a crackling of steps approaching the door and not long after that there was such a loud knock ....

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