Loving My Raised Mother

Drifted

"Bikin I'm a hiccup ah," the Sultan's hand. A little bit of hair.

"Why? you possessed?" Arya pats Sultan on the shoulder.

"Iye, not my trance anymore. Enter the genie who fell in love." Sultan therefore.

"Fear." Arya. Then looked towards Fatma, but previously neutralized her nervous feelings. "Mother, tell me to pick you up. Because .. Mr. Harlan has business and other drivers are not healthy."

"Em, yes. Thanks huh? sorry to bother you." Reply Fatma with her sweet smile.

"Ooh, where there's a hassle! let alone no more free time. Even flying can go home to pick up the First Lady mah, what the hell is not? make any heart patch workable." The Sultan without hesitation.

Aryan elbow moves backwards poking the Sultan's chest. "What the hell, anything. Don't beat him up" said Arya again look nervous.

"Eh, bro. Why so shy? ordinary times. What's wrong with expressing your heart?" add the Sultan to Arya.

"Yo-yo went home yu?" pushing the Sultan's shoulder. To turn around to go home.

Fatma smiled cutely, while leading the cool Rania snacking. They walked, taking their steps towards the car park.

But suddenly Fatma slipped and caused his body to fall. "You!"

Arya who was next to Rania quickly caught and propped the body of Fatma who almost fell.

"Be careful, brother?" arya said her hands as if hugging from behind and helping Fatma stand up.

But Fatma grimaced and found it hard to stand. "My legs hurt."

"Mama? why Mama. Why?" Rania stared at the mother.

Sultan wonder. "Why Brother?"

Arya crouched down, two Fatma bodyguards panicked to see her employer and wanted to help Fatma stand up. But Fatma shook her head while grimacing.

"Where is sick?" arya asked while looking worriedly.

"My right leg is sprained, Sick!" hiss Fatma with a painful facial expression.

"Which one?" The Sultan was about to touch Fatma's leg which he said felt pain but quickly lightning Arya's hand patted him.

The sultan shook his hand which Arya clapped just now, spontaneously tingling. "Awh .. Why the hell bro? I'm gonna help you."

Aryan's gaze was full of dislike expressions which immediately the Sultan understood and shifted bringing Rania and Fatma blazer.

"Sick." sissed Fatma again in more pain.

Although hesitant, but Arya ventured to touch Fatma's leg which he said was sick, it was true that it felt hot in Arya's hand. With Arya's plan to sort it.

"Lad! pain ..." Fatma continued hissing so that tears held back her pain.

"Mama? Mama?" Rania kept calling her mother.

Fatma's face looked up to endure the pain. A small but painful incident, Arya does not have the heart.

"Hold, relax." Arya continued to slowly recite. Using Fatma's freshcare.

Then Arya's hand moved towards Fatma's one leg and opened her shoes again. He left it to Adi with his suitcase. With without permission Fatma Arya body fatong ala bridal style.

Fatma was startled her body floated and reflexively draped her hands around Arya's neck. His face was facing towards Arya who was carrying him, his nimble gaze continued to stare at the man's face incessantly.

While Arya did not dare to look at the face of Fatma who was so close to her in the slightest. His chest continued to rumble uncharacteristically and could only befriend the breath that kept blowing from his nose. Nervousness and anxiety haunted his heart. Fear Fatma wound heavy even though just sprained anyway.

The others followed from behind. The Sultan smiled as he led Rania, upon arrival near the car, Fatma's bodyguard quickly opened the door for Arya and her employer. Arya carries Fatma sitting next to her, Sultan with Rania in the back and two bodyguards in front while carrying a car.

"To the hospital?" Arya looked at Fatma who was next to her.

"Just go home, let the doctor come to the house." Fatma's voice shakes.

"Mam, is that okay?" rania's voice from behind.

Fatma looked up, leaning against the shoulder seat. "Mama's just a sprain baby .. don't worry."

The car drove straight towards Mension Fatma splitting the streets in a nightly atmosphere.

The Netra eyes of Fatma moved. looking at Arya's hand which was either conscious or not holding her hand.

Spontaneously Arya released her hand Fatma, she looked embarrassed and threw her face out the window muttering. "Sorry?"

Fatma just fell silent and pulled her hand that had just slipped out of Arya's grasp. Biting her lower lip and swallowing her saliva stuck in the throat, since earlier when Arya carrying her body.

Likewise Arya his heart back nervous adjacent to Fatma. Although there is a sense of happiness can be close together but there is also a sense of awkwardness that envelops the heart of Arya at this time. The tremors began to grow in his heart but there was no less great respect ....

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