Loving My Raised Mother

Rania

Fatma was enjoying her lunch. Occasionally fluttering her hair that interferes with her eating activities.

"Mr?" the man waved at a restaurant waiter.

The waiter immediately approached and nodded respectfully. "Do you want a message, sir, or is there something I can help you with?"

The man showed a friendly smile. "Please give this white rose to the woman sitting in the corner there." Pointing to the direction of Fatma who was eating and alone.

News of the maid's eyes leading to the place Arya pointed at and nodded to take the bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you in advance, Ma'am?" Arya nodded in gratitude then took out a red note of money.

As the woman passes to deliver flowers on the fatma. Arya immediately stood up, shifted her chair and left the place in her casual way style.

"Excuse me madam, this is a flower gift for you" said the waiter while keeping the flower on the right side of the table.

Fatma looked up and was stunned to see him. "Huh? from whom? I didn't feel like ordering it!" Fatma was astonished by the gaze on the flower.

"From the pilot-clothed man sitting there," pointed towards Arya sitting, but the place was empty.

"Where isn't there?" fatma's eye beads seek the whereabouts of the person who meant it.

"What's wrong, excuse me?" the waiter withdrew.

Fatma took the flower and kissed it with her lips raised to a smile. "Aryan times huh?"

Ting!

Suddenly there was an incoming message called contact A. With the contents of Pasan chat. "May the flower be a friend in your solitude at this time."

Fatma's smile grew even more while looking at the flower.

After returning from the office, Fatma stopped by the cake shop, Rania's favorite cake spontaneously recalled to Arya and coincidentally there was a durian flavor cake. Fatma ordered one and packed it to the address of Arya's apartment on her business card.

After that, he reentered his car. "Road sir," leaning his back against the back of the sofa seat.

"Where else is the young lady?" ask Harlan from behind the wheel.

"To the house, sir."

"All right," murmured Mr. Harlan as he turned the wheel.

Fatma's eyes shifted from outside the window to Bunya who was lying next to her. Then he took it and again smelled the fragrance, his face was glowing.

Mr. Harlan who had a glimpse of his master was interacting with flowers, smiled as he said. "That's from Den Arya huh Madam?"

Fatma quickly turned her head forward, with wonder Fatma asked. "Huh? Mr Harlan knows where?"

Mr. Harlan covered the smile on his lips, not speaking even the sound of his breathing. He focused with a foresight, looking at the road that happened to be crossing.

While Fatma impatiently waiting for an answer from Mr. Harlan who was silent.

"So I saw Den Arya bringing such flowers into the restaurant. I guess make it to his love but it was in the hands of the young Madam.

Fatma was silent for a moment while looking at the flower in her arms. "I, don't meet the guy. I got this from the waitress and she said the guy in the pilot's shirt." Fatma murmured as she looked out the window.

"Indeed, Den Arya was wearing a pilot uniform. The young man was more handsome and kind, which amazed me again .. his people obey." in the end Mr. Harlan opened his voice.

"A devout young man will always keep his responsibilities. If only I had a virgin, I would have betrothed Den Arya, if Den Arya wanted to." He he ....

Degh's!

"Don't dong sir. Don't introduce him to his son, I'm jealous sir, "inner Fatma moved her bead in another direction.

"Unfortunately .. my son who is still single, because the eldest has been in boyong to Garut aka married," continued Mr. Harlan.

"Oohs. Yes-yes, Mr. Harlan's only one daughter, even married. How could I forget?" fatma muttered in her heart, and her lips were mesmerizing themselves.

After a long journey. Finally Fatma's car arrived in front of the gates of Mension Fatma. Waiting was opened by security and before descending came the sound of Rania crying making Fatma rushed down to carry bags and flowers.

"Sir, please bring a paper bag in the car" Fatma asked Harlan.

Fatma quickly took her steps towards the Mension. After crossing the door, Rania's voice grew louder from within. "Assalamu'alaikum? Natalia ... Rani baby why?"

Rania ran to embrace the mother. "Mama? Rania wants to see you handsome."

"Lho .. How to cry? why cry! mama's son's time is crybaby." Fatma crouched down hugging Rania very tightly.

"Pokonya Rania wants to meet some handsome people. Now hik hik hik."

"From this time Rania whined continuously, raging-ngamuk ask to see om handsome, said Madam," said Mia while taking Fatma's briefcase.

"That's the Rania Kok? Mama doesn't like Rania that." Fatma rubbed the back of Rania who was in her arms.

"Once, his om didn't come. Rania kangen Mam, kangen sama om handsome.'' Strangled Rania while stomping her feet to the floor.

"Honey .. maybe his om is busy working, so there is no play-"

"Usually om, like to meet Rania to school. But it's been a few days since it's gone, Rania wants to see you." Again Rania squealed, her voice high.

"Oh baby ... Rania knows? it's busy again. If you're not busy, play here." Fatma led Rania's hand to the sofa.

"Yes, Non. Om handsome was also met with Mama still wearing duty clothes," said Mr. Harlan while storing paper bag.

Rania stared at the mother. "So, did you meet the handsome guy?" netra her innocent eyes stared intensely.

"eeh! no, Mama didn't see me. Mr. Harlan who saw om, Mama no," said Fatma while shaking her head and turning driver.

"I-iya, you mean, I met a handsome man at the restaurant. If Mama doesn't see." Mr. Harlan's error.

"A .. h, hik hik hik Rania wants to meet Om." Rania is crying again.

Bu Wati and Mr. Wijaya, approaching. "Call her, Om, will you?" mr. Wijaya's hand rubbed Rania's head gently.

"eeh. Love ... Mam brought Rani's favorite cake. This is?" Fatma pointed at the paper bag.

Rania threw her buttocks on the sofa by folding her hands on her chest and an angry expression. "Rania won't eat, won't!" head shakes.

"Yes, if Rania is so Mama can also be angry anyway." Fatma got up and picked up the flowers .. was taken upstairs, to her room ....

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