Loving My Raised Mother

Enthusiastic

"Road sir, Oya later after I get to the office. Go back home and take me shopping." Fatma's voice addressed to Mr. Harlan.

"Wait baby, Fatma Mother is confused what cuisine to prepare?" apparently Bu Wati is still confused with Sundanese cuisine because of the long time he lived abroad. I forgot about the Sundanese cuisine.

Fatma was silent for a while, then turned and spoke to her mother. "Later Mr. Harlan back again to deliver shopping, anyways Mother why confused? the one who cooks the kitchen. So why are you confused?"

"Yes anyway. But what's wrong is that I want to welcome our guests." Elak Bu Wati while reviewing his smile.

"Me, go first, Mom." Fatma again told her driver to go.

Bu Wati stood up while waving to Fatma.

The car kept creeping out of the gate and into the highway to get to work Fatma's office.

"Ngapain anyway? mom is enthusiastic about welcoming guests, I'm just plain." Fatma muttered in her heart and her lips were interested in showing a smile. His eyes looked out the window where many other vehicles were passing by and were racing against time.

Lapse of some time Fatma car arrived at the parking area for special staff. Fatma immediately lowered her legs and walked down the street. Taking his steps towards the towering building. Fatma immediately approached an elevator to get to the destination.

Ting!

The elevator door opened after reaching the floor of his office. Fatma walked with her steps, walked with dignity but did not diminish her charm. For men, the striped nose of the Fatma road seems to wander, making the eyes that look feel at home to turn.

High body, Spanish violin body shape, long hair under the shoulders beautifully wavy. Beautiful paras, pointed nose. White skin and do not see if it has gone down machine one.

The eyes of the man who looked so angrily saw Fatma walking, the mouth gaping maybe if only the flies entered was not felt. Her henry.

"Morning, Ma?" greet the people who cross paths with him.

Fatma nodded and her eyes moved looking at the men whose beautiful eyes were pointing at her. Fatma's lips smiled and her head shook.

At this time Fatma was already in the workspace and sitting in her great chair began with an activity waiting for a helping hand from Fatma. At the table once piled up the file not to mention having to go to the field.

Fatma's head spontaneously turned to the source of the voice. "Holy?" fatma's murmur.

Fatmala stood up, approached the sofa as if taking her guests and told her to sit down. "What's coming here?"

Saints sat in front of Fatmala exactly opposite. "There's something I want to talk about."

"What else? I don't think there's anything else we should talk about. We have nothing to do with it." Clearly Fatma seemed lazy to meet with Saints.

"Hem, that's wrong." The saint smiled cynically towards Fatma.

"However we will always have something to do. I am the wife of an Aldian. The man you imprisoned and another! Aldian is the father of your son" Suci said staring intently.

"Oyeah, dad? he's my son's father? time never got his attention! let alone now when he's in the cell. Not even one roof has his attention?" fatma's gaze was no less sharp than that of the Saints.

"But wherever he wants to be his father. Your little heart must admit that, right?" the Holy Word returns.

Fatma breathed out through her mouth. "Now, say what's necessary? because I don't have time to waste I'm busy."

"Hem, I mean just saying. Unplug your report, get Aldian out of jail?" Saints were a little begging Fatma.

Fatma's gaze so struck the Holy breast sitting before her. "I will never fulfill your request. That's why he should be in jail."

"He .. don't you think of your psychic son, his father in prison! have a father in custody, won't it mentally disturb him ha?" holy Urge who still wants her beloved husband out of prison.

"Oh, that's absolutely right. If it would disturb my child's mental state. But ... I don't care about it, because I have my own way of taking care of myself without her father, who doesn't care about the child either. I have my own way of dealing with it, now you're gone! don't ever come and persuade me again." Fatma pointed towards the open door.

"Hey ... Did you forget? if I were your ex-husband's wife, the man who gave you offspring, a baby! you should have respected me a little." Holy Tympan.

"Yes-yes, yeah. I forget. If you're the one who put me in your trap, what for? the treasure! yes, for the sake of treasure. Surely you are the same as having no shame alias wall face," said Fatma very firmly ....