Three Years Different

Part 1: It hurts the same.

This life was too cruel for him to live.

Indeed, he knew that man could not choose to be born from the womb of a woman who was honorable or humiliated. But at least, can he not be born from a good relationship? Meaning, marriage.

So that one day he will not be ashamed and have a nasab.

But, what actually? It was all just a dream that would never come true. Her mother was a very unkind woman in her view. And until any time he will not be looked upon well by the people, because of his birth without a father. Even without his mother's name, he left her in front of Al-Hikmah orphanage.

"Mardiyah Ma'am!"

The sound of the exclamation made him look around for who had called him earlier. After the net caught the man. Then Mardiyah spoke, "Oh. Salsas. What's up?"

"On the same call Umma Sarah, Ma'am," replied Salsa-a twenty-year-old girl who used the moss green robe and the black veil.

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes. I'm out there."

"Quick yo Mbak, because the wait is the same Umma."

Hearing Salsa's words, as soon as possible Mardiyah stood up, leaving behind a garden stone chair. And brought some shrimp crackers assigned to him to be dried for a moment. "Not usually, Umma Sarah calls gini day and day" he murmured.

After Mardiyah put the dried crackers earlier in the kitchen-quickly he went to the office of Umma Sarah which was quite close. And about two minutes in haste he had reached the doorstep of the office.

"Assalamualaikum Umma," greetings Mardiyah.

Greetings were greeted with a warm smile from Umm Sarah. "Vaalaikumussalam. Come in here, son."

Mardiyah stepped in, taking a seat opposite Umma Sarah. The two beautiful eyes looked at each other. "Umma want to talk about what?" ask Mardiyah.

"Today ... exactly your twenty-one year old, huh?"

With a look down, and smiling at a glance Mardiyah replied, "Yes, Umma."

Brown envelopes that are flat but have a side that is bubbling it is handed over to Mardiyah. "This .. from--"

"Who are you from, Umma?" mardiyah.

"Your mother" replied Umm Sarah.

Mardiyah paused taking the envelope - upon hearing the word Mother mentioned by Umm Sarah. Even he tried to be deaf and blind, as if Umm Sarah's words were the wind and the brown envelope was not in front of him.

"Umma hope you read, Mardiyah. Never misunderstand something that you do not know the truth" said Umma Sarah.

Misunderstand what, Umma? Everything was clear about that despicable woman! inner Mardiyah.

"Mardiyah did not want to receive a letter from the person who left the baby, who was only five days old at the orphanage, Umma!"

Mardiyah is out of control. Her beautiful net was teary, the clasps she threw out were only a defense for the deep pain in her life. "Did Umma believe that Mardiyah was the daughter of that woman? ... Mardiyah did not believe Umma. Not believing at all! There is no mother who is as rich as her!" continued.

"Mardi!" hardik Umma Sarah's.

"What kind of mother is she, Umma?" Mardiyah's tears that second also dripped, her originally friendly gaze turning heartily. Then he said again, "Please Umma ... to-long explained to Mardiyah, does a woman like her deserve to be called Mother?"

"fast. How could you have been born in this world without your mother, Mar?"

Mardiyah. "Mardiyah doesn't care, Umma. Whether anyone's Mardiyah's biological mother, Mardiyah is still a child she never wanted."

"Umma gets it, Mar. Please bring this letter, as a sign that you still respect Umma, son."

"mma ... Umma!"

"Lutfan? Oh God! When are you coming, son?"

Lutfan. The boy just his puppet, suddenly came without giving any news.

"This month," replied Lutfan with a whimper.

The shopping bag is made of paper, and somehow contains what Lutfan gave to Umma Sarah. "Gift from me, Umma. Make Umma, please with all sincerity accepted without thinking about the price and others."

"Yes Allah. You're this! Where ever Umma thought the price of everything."

Lutfan takes a seat on the gray sofa of the orphanage office. "Who knows, Umma changed that."

"Oh yes Umma. I saw that anu girl da-I mean the Mar, why come out of Umma's office like that?"

Umma Sarah who was about to open the package, looked back at Lutfan and asked, "Crying? Mardiyah cry?"

Lutfan nodded.

"Umma what's he?"

"Not in anything. Umma wanted to give her something."

Lutfan's forehead shrivels. "Something what?"

"Letter."

"Letter? From?"

"From her birth mother, Lutfan. It is actually written that Umma had to give it up at the age of fifteen. But Umma chose to give it up at the age of her who is now twenty-one years," explained Umma Sarah.

Lutfan nodded. "So the fact ...he's a child of results ... is Umma?"

"Say to say. But her mother was raped and the man whose father Mardiyah did not receive any news of the pregnancy."

Lutfan looks astonished. "Reason?"

"It turns out Mardiyah's father is married."

Lutfan. The reason a woman doesn't want to tell you about her pregnancy is a sudden marriage. So that dispels the hope of a fetus who wants to be born in the world with a complete parents.

"It turns out ... that's why he's acting so weird, huh Umma?"

Umma Sarah asked, "How weird?"

"He's cold. Irit also said. One talk is so painful."

Umm Sarah put back the bag she had not seen. He stood up, took a seat beside Lutfan. "You should understand him, Lutfan. Didn't your little ones grow up together? You know for yourself how after school he kept crying. You know how your old friends used to mock him all out."

"She doesn't know her status as a child. Either orphaned, either still have parents. And ... You understand how much it hurts when your Ab left, don't you, son?" connect Umma Sarah.

Lutfan was silent.

"Your suffering is not the same. But .... both hurt, right, Lutfan?"