Loving My Raised Mother
Like a frog boy
Fatma lay on her king-size bed. Grab the laptop and open it and start struggling there.
"Just rest first, Fatma .. busy later if you've healed." Bu Wati sits on the edge of Fatma's bed.
"I have a lot to do, ma'am. But the power is tomorrow, let today from the office only come. My head is also dizzy, Rania even ngeyel want to wait Arya in the park, it's hot," complained Fatma while kneeling her forehead which is still in the bandage.
"That kid, if he wants to?" Ms. Wati shook her head. "Do you need anything? I'll get it."
"Em, just tell Ina." Glanced for a moment and then looked back at the laptop screen.
"Don't be tired first, the office business later if it's healed." The voice of Mr. Wijaya who had just appeared in that room.
"Just sit down, Dad. Where's rania?" sahut Fatma finally asked the question.
"She, was playing with a handsome om. The boy was very close to Arya and never asked his father," continued Wijaya with a long sigh.
Fatma momentarily fell silent and glanced at the father. "Let's know, well I was dizzy. Should've gotten here. Eeh. .. strike in the park want to wait Arya, but I do not know if Arya will come or not. On the phone was not picked up, thankfully it came, otherwise! Fatma didn't know when to wait there."
"Yes, did you come down first? a minute." Bu Wati moved from her seat. Swiped Fatma's shoulder and walked out of the room.
Mr. Wijaya's gaze looked at the wife's back. Then turned his gaze to Fatma, sitting himself on the sofa.
"How dad? healthy already? what still-" Fatma hung up her words.
"It still feels especially in the waist euh .. pain." I'm Mr. Wijaya grimacing.
"I'm sorry, Dad .. This is all because of Fatma. So you're having this?" the look of guilt from Fatma made Mr. Wijaya's heart full.
"No, this Fatma is not your fault. Maybe it is a bad fate so it is you who suffer. Pardon me! I can't keep or find a better mate for you." Mr. Wijaya looked down inside. The heart of a father is broken when he sees the daughter he guarded from childhood gets torment from the figure of the person who should protect, care for and give full attention to the wife. Not opposite.
Fatma threw her breath through her nose, turned her face to the sky, hoping for tears to fall, then turned to her father for a moment. "Already, Dad .. don't discuss that anymore."
there were footsteps approaching the door of Fatma's room. Apparently Bu Wati and bi Ina are coming.
"Mother brought warm tea with her biscuits, Father's favorite and Fatma's." Bu Wati pointed to the contents of the tray that bi Ina brought.
"Hem .." murmured Mr. Wijaya looking at the warm tea.
"Bi! please clean Aldian's used room lest there be any left of his used bed throw away, remember throw away! or burn better. No one takes it, the shop clears it. Replace curtain! old curtains are also burned." Firm Fatma.
Aunt Ina bengong. "Down, young lady?"
"Yes, throw. Just burn it anyway clean, if the goods he .. in packed big suitcase input. Later I send an address so that everything is delivered to the address," continued Fatma clearly.
Ina also retreats with a mind that continues to monologue. Why should I throw it away? still good too.
"Wait, the room is sprayed? if necessary use indespectant to be clean," continued Fatma in a disgust tone.
Aunt Ina was struck by the door. Waiting for an extra time.
"It has. Work it!" fatma's voice alarmed Ina's aunt as the chief assistant there quickly walked away from the employer's complaint.
Arya was quite happy and forgot for a moment the burden of her mind. Wearing only shorts, he swam while playing with Rania.
Mia occasionally looked towards Arya. His heart acknowledged that the man held a million charms, mia's eyes to not blink saw Arya's athletic body and even her stomach is not just flat but shows the shape of a torn bread that makes each person look.
"Oh my goodness .. his stomach .. torn bread," muttered Mia so admiring the man, reflexively holding his own stomach.
"Om, catch the ball Om." Pekik Rania on Arya.
"Ready .. who fasted yes!"
Hearing the storm below, Fatma closed her laptop and got out of bed near the window, seen in the pool Rania was swimming and scrambling balls.
"Who's Rania in the pool with?" muttered Fatma, approaching and opening the balcony door, taking her steps to make sure Rania was swimming the same as who?
Netra Fatma's eyes were on the man who had the athletic body and the torn bread.
Degh's!
Fatma's heart beats fast. It turned out that he was Arya who accompanied Rania to swim, it was seen that the boy was so happy to laugh freely, Fatma's gaze could not be separated from the figure of the man.
Arya who felt noticed, looked right and left. If Mia already Arya knew earlier, if she looked at him continue. Arya's face looked up at the balcony and there stood a woman whose head was still bandaged.
For a moment the two looked at each other with a gaze that was difficult to interpret and only caused an erratic feeling in the chest.
Fatma immediately turned her eyes in another direction, she was not strong if she had to meet too long the look of her sharp eyes.
Likewise, Arya immediately turned her eyes to Rania who approached her and asked to be carried while swimming. At the edge of the pool Mia laughed loosely, it was funny to see Rania who was stuck on the back of Arya just a frog boy and his father who swam around.
On the balcony, Fatma said her smile was funny to see the princess sticking on Arya's back.
"Hah .. I've never seen Rania so happy like this before." Fatma murmured while sighing long.
"Have not swam it yet?" arya asked while dousing water towards Rania.
"Udah, Rania is cold." Reply to the boy.
"Om tired too, haven't had a break from last night." Arya walked to the edge of the pool, her hand guiding the little girl's tiny arm.
Look up but Fatma is not there.
Arya raises Rania. "Sana takes a bath with aunty."
"Do you want me to lend you a towel Bang?" haggling Mia to Arya.
Arya was silent for a moment and nodded with a smile on her lips, but before Mia came. There's a hand that puts a towel in ....
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Where is the support?
