Loving My Raised Mother

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"Eh! dumbly even? whoa! asked, woi!" sultan's hand shook in front of Arya's face. "Bro, I have this Bro."

Arya turned and faded her smile. "What the hell?"

"Lah bengong. From who? it's so special from Renata, isn't it?" sultan asked while taking his paper bag.

"Not from Fatma." Arya answered smiling.

"Ooh, First Lady," murmured the Sultan casually. But seconds later he jumped up from his bed. "Huh? First Lady send you this cake?" pointing cake at the table.

"Yes, why is it so shocked? oh, I'm used to ah." Arya continued while cutting it and then she tasted.

"That's how often you send cakes? not often, right?" sultan stared fixedly.

"No, just this time-"

"Oh, yes. Naturally he sent you cake, money he sent," continued Sultan. With his hands he took the piece of cake.

"That was, when I was in college. After that .. no. Note yes during college alone, the rest is my prestige." Typhoon of Arya clearly.

"Yes-yes. I know, Sir! no offence. But tumben he sent you a cake?" Sultan was astonished while continuing to eat.

"I don't know either, remember that time."

"Remember what?" The sultan was curious.

Arya scratched her nape. "That's it, back in the hospital I brought durian pancakes for me to eat myself. Maybe he remembered that time."

"oo. A moment! I imagine first, in the hospital eating pancakes together, mutual bribes uuh .. romantic bro, isn't it? don't do it." The Sultan pointed towards Arya.

"What the hell? no. .." elak Arya. Though yes what the Sultan said was true, he hid his simple smile.

"Ah time bro? no yeah? it should be that." Add Sultan while continuing to eat his cake.

"Ah the Sultan was very insolent, guessing something that was indeed true." Inner Aryan.

"Ah already! eaten only people don't get it." Arya took the cake that the Sultan kept eating and left him another quarter of it.

"A little more bro!" the Sultan's hand moved to take it again.

But patted by Arya's hand. "I'm not part of it." He took her to the refrigerator, and she kept it there.

The sultan stomped both of his legs onto the sofa with a cute facial expression. "Mr ... Arya tega Mak .. I want a cake not loved by her. Mak ... want it Mak ..." pointed towards the refrigerator.

Arya stuck her tongue out at the Sultan while entering the room with the intention of taking a bath, coincidentally soon Maghrib. Before taking a shower he picks up a cell phone who knows someone is coming in and it turns out there. Some calls are missed but without names. Alias of unsaved contacts. Arya keeps it back without any intention of a callback.

After bathing and going to Maghrib prayer. "Tan, salad?"

"No, again M." Answer the Sultan while playing gemes. He looked at Arya who was standing by the door.

"M, what? where is the M man! lazy? don't be lazy, throw away your best use of time. Do not be sorry in the future, pray before you are salated. The chunky?" Arya is a little pushy.

Lazily Sultan keep his phone on the table then to the bathroom to take water wudu. "Yes ... Mr. ustadz. Just a moment to take wudu first."

Arya shook her head while tidying up her scabbard, waiting for the Sultan and finally they both performed Maghrib prayer which a few minutes ago merrily reverberated.

After the prayer, Arya prayed and recited. But Arya's phone rang and her voice came from the room that Arya had kept there.

"Bro, your phone is singing. Eh rang important times," the sultan turned his head.

Arya moved and took her steps to the room to pick up the ringing phone.

"Fatmas? what's up?" muttered Arya astonished but her lips were pulled to the side carving a smile.

^^^Fatma: "Yes, sorry to interrupt?"^^^

^^Arya: "Ah, no. Oh, thank you for the cake? i like! know my favorite."^^^

^^^Fatma: "Sama-sama, thank you also for the flowers? oya what are you doing? I'm not bothering you, am I?"^^^

Now the two are getting closer so even call me you, not like you and I are more formal.

^^^Arya: "I .. just finished praying. Is there anything I need to help you with?"^^^

^^^Fatma: "Em .. em, not really."^^^

Fatma sounded hesitant to say anything to Arya.

^^Arya: "What's the matter? where's Oya Rania? I've not met for a few days, it's been a bit busy so I haven't had time to see him, tomorrow too-"^^

^^^Fatma: "That's exactly what I want to talk about, em .. can't come! a minute ... aja? Rania from a fussy afternoon, when I came home I also wanted to see you. To the point of sleeping."^^^

Finally Fatma talk will also mean calling Arya to invite her to Mension to meet Rania who whines to meet Arya.

^^^Arya: "Ooh .. base-can. I'll be here a minute. Not for a second."^^^

^^^Fatma: "Can you, in one second nyampe here? ngorge you! whether you are a genie, who can in an instant be present where does he like? there's-there's just!"^^^

Fatma heard a crisp laugh that rarely even Arya had heard before.

^^^Arya: "Can, lah. Just try to close your eyes and feel my presence there with you, waiting for the moon to shine and the stars to blink watching us both be happy."^^^

Silent!

Fatma could not be heard anymore except for the sound of her breathing being heard clearly. Likewise Arya, she was stunned to remember what sentence she had said just now.

^^Arya: "Anyway? just get ready first. I'll be there!"^^^

Tut ... Tut ... Tut ...

Arya hung up her phone and turned to her room. Unknowingly, he received the phone on the balcony.

Prok-prok, prok-s. The sound of applause from the Sultan who recently followed to the balcony. "Crazy, seduction. Just close your eyes and feel my presence with you, ahaiii .. so sweet ...."

Arya shook her head while walking and grabbed a long ti-sert of ash color. Watch and pocket the motor keys. "What the hell? stare at people's words." His face flushed. Shame to hear by the Sultan.

"A little! where the hell are you going?" sultan followed Arya's steps after locking the balcony door.

"Huh? not listening?" arya asked while looking in wonder.

"Aihs .. dikit, where are you going to dong?" pinta Sultan's.

"To the house of Fatma. can," said Arya while tidying up her former prayers. Fold up the sarong and change the trousers.

"Mother Country, why go there?" sultan asked as he grabbed his cell phone bag from the table.

"Rania this afternoon wanted to see me! so he asked me to come there!" say or while walking side by side with the Sultan.

"Ooh, how close is his son to you? for a long time the First Lady will also depend on you too bro," said the Sultan without turning his head.

Arya was silent at the spot digesting the speech from the Sultan. But when you want to continue the steps, the phone again vibrates ....

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