Loving My Raised Mother

Durian pancakes

The pancakes were going to throw Arya in the trash. But the intention was snuffed out as well, he thought! what is this durian pancake? there's no harm. Arya brought it back to the table and intended to eat it instead of redundant.

Fatma squirms constantly waking up, slowly opening her eyes and finding the figure of a person on the sofa but not her bodyguard. Open your eyes and look at who is sitting there. After confirming who he is! a smile on his thin lips.

"Hem .. since when were you there? the feeling before I go to sleep is not there you." The raucous voice shocked Arya who was eating pancakes while daydreaming.

Spontaneous turned his head and showed his smile. "For a long time, you seemed to be sound asleep. So don't hear me coming."

"Yes, yes, yes? your presence is always not aware of, you know there is," said Fatma while re-reviewing a sweet smile.

"Maybe, like me whose intention is to go home. Even stranded here." Arya's mumbling was almost inaudible.

"meaning?" The typical Fatma heavy Sura just woke up, sounding sexier in the ears.

"Oohs. No, brother, it's past. It's past." Arya shakes.

"Hem .. when it's over, call again to stop and come back again," continued Fatma while sitting herself leaning against the pillow.

"Can't be .. It's too far," Arya said.

"Em ... Is that it? by the way, what are you eating these nights for?" fatma asked as she moved her netra to the cup on which Arya's table was.

"Ooh .. This is durian pancakes, will you?"

"The "durian? don't like it," Fatma shook her head.

"Enak you know, what else if the food is right from the freezer and the weather is hot" continued Arya.

"Yes, but why are you eating at this hour?" Fatma glanced at the clock on the wall it was early morning. "It's early today."

"Emang, who said it was broad daylight?" reply Arya again. Then Arya moved from her place to bring the pancakes to Fatma and sat in a chair near Fatma's bed.

"Try it, just a little." Aryan's hand was about to feed Fatma.

"Em .." Fatma's head shook his head. "You!"

"Little ... course, would love it and it tastes sweet especially while looking at me!" with mischievous Arya up and down her eyebrows.

Makes Fatma smile knotty look at it. "I don't like durian." Fatma was still tight while closing her mouth.

But because Arya forcibly continues to Fatma was willing to nyicip. "A little huh?"

Fatma closed her nose and opened her mouth slightly. "A." Yeah."

Arya showed her smile with Fatma wanting to taste the durian. "Not so, his nose can't be closed. Just plain," protested Arya and finally Fatma kept her hands away from her nose.

Arya feeds Fatma durian pancakes into Fatma's mouth which she says she dislikes.

Occasionally both pairs of eye beads both of them look at each other very closely. But it never lasted long because one of the two must have lowered his head or turned his gaze in the other direction, and so on until the durian pancake runs out.

"That's .. like it! delicious, right?" Arya took a drink for Fatma and the rest she drank did not feel uncomfortable former people.

"I first ate something called durian. I'm most anti with durian-smelling"

"Before?" aryan's speech cuts out the sentence from Fatma.

"Yes, before! but how good is it too? do not make eneg too," said Fatma felt a little surprised.

"Moreover I bribe, yes. Aye, right?" aryan Goda the longer the awkwardness between them gradually thinned.

Again Fatma made a big smile. Embarrassed and immediately hid his face from Arya who kept teasing him with sweet words and treatment and impressed to look after him.

Lying in Fatma's ear. Words from her daughter, Rania. "If Oma comes home who will take care of Mama? if papa comes and hurts Mama who will help?"

Fatma took a deep breath and threw it away violently. The boy's words continued to haunt him.

"Why?" arya asked after throwing the pancake slap into the trash, so. Now he's throwing it away because he lives in his container.

"Ah, no. Just remember Rania." Fatma Reply. It then went down while tying its hair so as to expose its pure white neck.

Arya immediately turned her face away while saying. "You go to the toilet, right? will I take you?"

"Huh?" Fatma quickly turned her head towards Arya who was somehow looking at where. "No, now I can do it myself."

It so happens that Fatma has been freed from infusion. So it is more flexible to go to the toilet even though it is still a little weak.

Arya returns to her couch after Fatma is in the bathroom. Re-shed his body hoping these eyes can be closed, but in vain already. Still can not finally take a mobile phone, just check it out there are friends who are still online on WhatsApp, it just so happens that there are friends hanging out who are still online and Arya chat he invites to talk about hanging out a long time Arya does not follow.

And his friend told me that your fiancee often walks with Doni in other words not just hanging out there is something behind it. They look friendly like lovers in general, hugging kiss has become a common sight for other friends. Invited to Doni's Villa etc.

Arya took a breath out of her mouth, her mind was instantly traveling everywhere. Now increasing has been the completeness of evidence of Renata's betrayal with Doni. But not the slightest intention of Arya to maintain the relationship because Arya is most anti with betrayal, infidelity and the like.

He has planned something that will solve everything well in the hope that he will continue to establish a good relationship in the future.

Fatma who returned from the toilet, looked at Arya who was so serious looking at her mobile screen. He looked at it very intensely. "Definitely having a chat with her boyfriend." Thought Fatma, she had heard that Arya was already engaged and had once seen her fiance when she happened to meet at a shopping center.

At that time Fatma was meeting with her client at a restaurant and accidentally passed Arya and her lover there. They had to say hello for a while and then returned with their respective activities.

Fatma climbed back to her bed, her bead could not be separated from the figure of the man who was so angered by his cellphone and occasionally looked furious and nodded that somehow because of what Fatma did not know.

"Aren't you sleeping?" suddenly Fatma's voice came back into Arya's eardrum ....