Loving My Raised Mother

Still in shock

Arya and the rest of the crew walked over, not many words they said, Sultan was usually still silent. They were preoccupied with their respective thoughts, remembering the incident that almost took his life.

All walked down with lethargic faces towards their respective vehicles.

Vishnu patted Arya on the shoulder. "me first, it just so happens that there is an invitation." He pointed to the warmly welcomed wife.

Arya nodded and raised her hand. The Sultan also only commented on the smile. Then put the view in another direction.

"Bro, that's First Lady. Get you kali." Sultan patted Arya's hand which looked dreamy and did not see the existence of Fatma.

Spontaneous Aryan turned in the direction the Sultan pointed. Sure enough Fatma was walking slowly with a lethargic face, Down sad.

"He must have picked you up, believe me." The Sultan's voice was heard.

Arya's eyes turned towards the Sultan for a moment and then returned his gaze to Fatma. Without saying anything, his lips were still locked not knowing what to say? His memory is still in shock.

In the end Fatma lifted her face and looked forward, suddenly seeing the figure she was looking for standing in front of the suitcase. Fatma swallows her saliva, grateful that Arya survived.

Fatma's eye beads are dewy. Staring fixedly at Arya, the feeling of anxiety, anxiety and anxiety ended already. Alternately happy because the person he was worried about had survived only from his face was clearly still carried away. Languid and tired.

Slowly Arya's feet stepped closer to Fatma. "What is Fatma's sister doing here?" arya's voice sounded tired.

"Sa-me .. em .. I, want to know your situation, uh .. I saw the news on social media." Fatma's voice stammered.

Netra Arya eyes did not stop to see the face of Fatma who looked anxious and in her eyes there was a puddle of water ready to spill over her white cheeks. "You're worried about me?"

"Bu-no, I-I'm just-" Fatma's speech depends.

With the arrival of a group of journalists from several media who want to interview Arya as a pilot who is still at the airport.

The head of Arya turned towards the Sultan who was still in shock, not eager to talk much. Moreover, his cousin has already picked up.

"Sorry." The sultan shouted among the media. His body and brain were too tired to waste time.

The Sultan remembered that tonight he wanted to join Arya and the family to go to the house of Fatma, but with this condition he really wanted to rest. The sultan left after his farewell to Arya and Fatma.

"Where was the incident when the plane failed to land?" ask one of the media.

"I'm sorry, for now I'm not coming" Arya said, embracing Fatma's shoulder to get out of the crowd of journalists.

Fatma feels dag-dig-dug being hugged on the shoulder by Arya Just to stay away from reporters.

"Master, wait? can you please explain a little about the incident? We want to know the real thing."

Journalists who were not satisfied with the answer from Arya instead highlighted the figure of Fatma who of course they know as a successful young CEO and just held the status of a widow.

"Mrs Fatma, you are here what captain is this mooring of your heart?"

"Is this captain your future husband?"

"Is Mrs Fatmala on the same plane? who had the incident of failing to land?"

"Or are you just picking up your future husband?"

"When are you going to formalize this relationship? Is the Iddah time over?"

"Does your daughter know her future father?"

"You seem to be compatible with this captain, just stop not to go first."

"Where is the captain, first or how many times?"

"Would the captain describe what the atmosphere was like on the plane at that time?"

Fatma feels confused, confused to answer what? of all those news seekers. He could only duckly hide his face to Arya's shoulder.

Arya simply raised her palm. "Please don't ask me this time, I need a break. And one more. Please don't ask this woman, she needs privacy." Arya firmly back to invite Fatma out of the place.

The reporters finally left without the desired result. I can't get any satisfactory news from the source.

Fatma's on Arya's sidecar to her car. They were standing by the door. "Thank you?"

"Make what?" arya asked while opening the door for Fatma but Fatma did not immediately enter.

"Create .. was the same journalist. Oh, I'll drive you home, okay?" Fatma pointed at the car.

"But I have a motor." Pointing to the back.

"Once, stay. His stuff goes into the trunk." Walk to the back of the car ....

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