Young Wife Love Trap
Chapter 29: Meeting Fatma's Mother

The night was getting late, the rain was falling. A quiet silence that always greets in the middle of darkness, faithfully accompany. The breeze of the night added to the piercing coldness. A tight hug, giving a warm feeling to the figure of the baby he was carrying.

In the heart of the mother, pray that the baby is always healthy and hope someone comes to help her. The pretty face of nan ayu began to pale. How not, from this afternoon he continued to walk without a destination. Without rest, eating or drinking, she was a woman who had just given birth three days ago.

Lucky baby who always carried her, does not make it difficult. He even dissolved in a dream of the subconscious, as if to understand the distress of his mother.

A passing car suddenly stopped in front of Adiva.

"Astaghfirullah, Son. What are you doing in the middle of the night like this? Where's yourhome? I will take you home, your family must be anxious" said the mother who approached Adiva.

He just got home from a show. In the car he saw Adiva sitting alone in the rain while hugging the baby.

"I have no family" Adiva said.

"Where's your husband?" ask the mother.

Adiva silent a thousand languages.

"Yes, you come with me. Just go home. Kasian your baby's cold. Name of Fatma's mother. What's yourname?"

"Okaya."

After introducing each other, Adiva finally accepted Fatma's mother's invitation to come with him home. Orphanage Love Mother, that Adiva read from the writing board on the front page of Fatma's mother's house.

"Come, Son!" take Fatma's mom.

They both walked towards the house.

"This is Mom's home?" ask Adiva.

"Yes, Son. For all the time you can stay here."

"May I stay here with my son?"

Fatma's mother smiled. "What about your husband if you stay here, son?"

"I have no husband" said Adiva. He deliberately lied so that Ms. Fatma did not continue to ask about her husband, even though his heart was sick and heavy saying this.

Ms. Fatma understood that the problem Adiva was facing was very strange, so she did not want to force Adiva to tell a story and agreed to her request, to stay in her orphanage.

"In the meantime, I'll get you some baby clothes and a change of clothes" Fatma said.

She left Adiva and the baby. Soon Fatma returned with some clothes for Adiva and his son, and dinner. Because Ms. Fatma knew that Adiva was hungry, without her saying it.

"After changing clothes and eating, take a break."

"Yes, thank you."

"No need to be sad."

Even in the morning, the sun timidly showed himself. The warm feeling of the light it brings brings with it new hope and spirit. Dew that begins to evaporate at the end of the leaves and the melodious sound of birdsong add to the beautiful impression of the morning.

"Mom, I'm sorry I woke up late" said Adiva.

Madam Fatma looked over and smiled. "It's okay. Let's have breakfast together!"

"Yes, Mom."

"Children have breakfast first!" yelled Fatma.

YEH...

All the orphanage children immediately entered the dining room and sat in their respective seats.

"Before you eat, I want to introduce your new sister, her name is Kak Adiva."

"Hello sisters," said Adiva.

"Hello Kak," said the orphanage at the same time.

"After eating you can get acquainted with Kak Adiva," interrupted Bu Fatma.

On the same table Adiva dined with the residents of the orphanage. This is a moment he really misses. Without realizing the clear circle flows, Adiva quickly removes it so that it is not known Fatma. While cleaning the dirty dishes, Akmal cried.

"Adiva, your son is crying. Maybe he's hungry, let me finish this."

"Good, Mom."

Soon Adiva went into the room and suckled Akmal.

"Duh son Mamah hungry yes," said Adiva, "the smell of acem nih son Mother. We'll take a shower soon."

"Adiva," call Fatma's mom.

The empu also looked. " Yes, Mom."

"Mother has prepared warm water for your child to take a bath. Finish giving ASI a shower immediately."

"Sorry to be a hassle, Mother."

"Mom doesn't feel bothered. You and your child are considered family too, just like any other child," explained Ms. Fatma, "oh yes. What's your son's name?"

"Atharrayan Hospital."

"Good name, may you be a godly child" do'a bu Fatma and in the aamii-kan Adiva.