Loving My Raised Mother

What jealousy

At the moment Abah and Umi were already inside the room, the couple continued chatting before while lying on a large, padded bed.

"Masya Allah .. meni paduk like this, the bed is comfortable, rice. This is how good it is for people who have a lot of money. Luxurious and good stuff, so embarrassed umi mah. Shameful to realize that we are just ordinary people, while Neng Fatma is a rich man, Bah."

"Not to be ashamed of that, Umi. All human beings are equal in the eyes of God. Only humans distinguish it. Don't be too insecure ah, we just hand it over with the great Gusti. Man can only plan and God will decide" Abah said, laying down his body on the spot.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

"Assalamu'alaikum?" a voice from behind the door after several times knocked on him.

Umi wake. Get down and put his feet on the floor, walking towards the door.

Blake it!

"Excuse me, ma'am, here's a change of clothes. Ladies and gentlemen don't bring change of clothes, so I'll bring this." BI Ina gives clothing folds.

"But, Ooh thank you, oh, just call me Umi and my husband Abah. Don't call Mr or Mrs, it's not good." Umi said while accepting the gift of bi Ina which then turned the body swinging its steps away from the front door of the room.

Umi, closing and locking it, carrying the fold of clothes approaching the husband. "This is for Abah. Change the clothes first. It's for coming home and it's for sleeping, if the rich are. Another nightgown, another casual dress. As for us mah, relax it, sleep it. to that market and to the mosque as well it's still ha ha ha ha," umi finally smiled to herself.

Abah also changed clothes before going to sleep. "Other people are not rich, Umi .. orderly life." Abah Typal.

Arya who was asleep on the sofa slowly opened her eyes. Squeezing next door looking around. Closing his evaporating mouth then rubbing his two eyes. Looking to the side where Rania had been with him, it was empty.

Then averted his narrowed eyes towards Fatma whose bead eyes were lured to the laptop screen. Take a peek and then pretend to be asleep again.

"Don't pretend to sleep again. I know you're tired of being moved there to the guest room" said Fatma who finally gave the order to move.

Arya soars, remembering Abah and uminya. He realized that he had come with his parents. "Change, umi?"

Arya turned to stare intensely at Fatma who was focusing on her laptop screen. "What does Fatma mean?"

"Change and umi. Stayed and is now in his room." Fatma slightly raised both eyebrows.

"Ooh," Arya put her body back where it was. "Ah ... so tired that I fell asleep here. Is rania bobo?"

"Already, just fell asleep on your thigh." Fatma replied, with a glance at the laptop screen.

"Oh, I'm so tired! it's good if you have a wife who is mijit," said Arya while stretching her muscles that feel stiff.

"Yes .. marry only, the candidate already exists, stay married." Reply Fatma turned a glance and then returned to circulate the view in another direction.

Aryan blind eyes steal a glance at Fatma who sometimes avoids meeting eye contact. "Yes, I'm getting married soon."

Silent!

Fatma turned her head towards Arya, briefly looking at her without Arya knowing. There was something strange Fatma was feeling at this moment. Irritated or jealous, Fatma did not know. What is clear there is a sense of tightness that fills the chest space, Fatma again lowered her head and tried to divert her eyes and feelings by opening a file that she did not actually read seriously.

For a moment they were silent, then the two turned to each other and finally eye contact again met. And in time both of them bowed deeply.

"When official? I'll come and don't throw him out if I attend your wedding." Fatma is trying to hide her feelings.

Arya's body lay on the sofa. "officially when? I don't know. Maybe soon or .. maybe it could be the other way around."

Fatma spontaneously turned. "What then? wonder! I don't think I'm the same guy who likes to hang someone. Even though it was just inaugurated. What else?" with annoyance.

"I want to go. I want to get married. How come Fatma's sister is sewot anyway? is it jealousy?" arya's lips were mesem-mesem and her eyes were again closed with her hands folded in her chest.

"Eeh, who's the sewer? who is jealous too? strange deh .. an unreasonable question-"

Arya moved her head and opened her eyes looking at the fatma. "How absurd?" While showing his white teeth ....