Loving My Raised Mother

Constraints

Sacred speechless with gnashed teeth held back the anger that wanted to feel enslaved. Hands clenched so as not to act rashly, if only not think clearly! it was certain that his fingers moved to scratch the face of this Fatma say as well.

All the Saints want right now is for Fatma to get Aldian out of jail, that's all. But what he got was the equivalent of insults that smeared his face. The insults that draw into the heart.

Silence does not flinch, eyes do not glare as if not blinking leads to Fatma who is also staring no less sharply.

"Why? you admit it, right? realizing that you have trapped me into your life and you are willing to make my son the reason that you are so precious to us. While your husband's treatment is far from being called a good husband, a responsible father. He treats me like a pet, never mind! I'm lazy to talk about it, go. The door's still open." Fatmala's voice from high to low. He felt too tired to talk about Aldian.

Without many words, Suci then stood up to take his steps away from it. With his hands still splintering hit the door leaf as an overflow of his frustration.

Makes Fatma flinch and finally caress the chest. "Propag ... Fatma patient. Huuh ..." while breathing out through his mouth.

For a moment Fatma was silent on the spot staring at the door that was still open. Then he got up from the sofa he was sitting on just now, walked up to the phone plane on his desk and called his secretary.

Fatma sat back in her great chair. Slightly widen his eyes to the table and take a very long breath while temporarily neutralizing the tightness in the chest. Start with delayed activity.

"Yes, Mom?" he said Fatma's secretary approached.

"This ... Please check back carefully?" gave him some files that he felt were not appropriate.

"Ooh well, Mom." Reply to his secretary while nodding and turning his body about to go carrying the file in hand.

"One more?"

His secretary named Aulia turned and turned her body. "Yes, Mom?" staring waiting for orders.

Fatma nodded slightly and then shook her head. "No, that's. And ... Please close the door!"

Aulia reviewed her friendly smile at the beautiful Boss. Then continue his steps, pulling the door handle shut tightly.

Fatma turned her eyes to the laptop screen and prepared to dwell there busy with the whole limb.

After a long time of keeping busy. Fatma looked at the clock in her hand. The clockwork round has shown at 13.00 wib. So busy, that Fatma did not have time for lunch.

"Yes, Lord .. What time is it? lunch hour is past." Wiggling, standing wriggling favors.

Then there was no intention of looking for food. Fatma sat back and was busy with her work.

In the afternoon, bad weather in the skies of parts of Indonesia dark with clouds that can no longer withstand the load, so rain water fell on Halim Perdana Kusumah airport.

Indeed, the weather lately is erratic and frequent rain makes the airport runway slippery due to rain.

The plane that Arya controlled was almost a constraint that made the heart spot of every crew and passengers who were in it, boisterous, panicked all misgivings fearing his life stopped there. The flight attendants and flight attendants tried to calm down so that all passengers were calm and not panicked.

As ordinary humans, of course, the crew also feel the same, but they try to be able to control their emotions especially at least they are trained to be able to take care of the people in it, under any circumstances.

The plane that was trying to land on the runway suddenly rose again making the crew, especially the pilot seemed to stop breathing so surprised.

"Astagfirullah .. allahuakbar-allahuakbar," the crew panicked. And the pilot kept trying to control the iron bird.

"Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar. Allahuahbar. Lailalaha illallahu, lailaha illallah."

The sound of tahlil and takbir continues to echo in the plane that returned to fly up. The atmosphere was so boisterous, some were screaming in fear from being too shocked.

The heart is getting faster. Chest thumping. Chaotic thoughts, hot heads. Riled, restless. Fear is mixed into one.

"Oh Allah .. Save us all? keep out of danger." Arya's lips continued to mutter. "Lahaula walakuata. Astagfirullah .. astagfirullah ...."

"We hope everything is calm, we pray to the almighty with confidence, May God save us all," said the Sultan, his voice resounding and echoing inside the plane.

"Where do you want to calm down? here we are in a plane that can't land, what about our fate? waiting to die here?" Shouted a man.

"So we have to jump through the window? it's impossible!" the other chimpanzee with a tone of anxiety and fear.

"How should we go, dong? waiting dead!" the other shouted, the atmosphere was so noisy.

"This is because the pilot is not able to bring a plane. If not, don't be a pilot! just bring the angkot on the ground." The panicked voice rumbled ....

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