Three Years Different

Section 8

If he is asked to describe Lazuardi hotel which is a luxury inn under the auspices of the Adiwangsa family. He really can't say anything anymore. She is just a woman who works as a florist shopkeeper can not possibly stay here. Very fancy. Is correct. Only the elite can or may, people who intend to raise money to just stay here.

"When do you dream, Mar? Come, in!" said Brother Devina.

Mardiyah entered with in her hand a bouquet of deep red roses and placed it on the request table of the wedding organizer. He thought, this extravagant marriage must be very complicated and melting.

When he turned around, either his fault or the fault of the person in front of him. Because suddenly hit each other, even he fell. It's a little embarrassing, but it really hurts.

"Room look at dong! Your eyes aren't blind, are they?" maki the guy.

One of the other men widened his eyes. Even extending a hand was about to help, but Mardiyah refused, standing alone.

"Sorry" said Mardiyah.

"Ma-"

The man who was about to help her earlier refuted, "Abhimana! Don't grumpy. Lo is wrong! Diem!

"Gu--"

"Diem, Abhimana!"

So what Mardiyah hit was called Abhimana. The man saw her again with a faint smile and said, "My sister was not on purpose, Brother. Sorry once again. Do I need to go to the hospital? Or clinic, sister?"

"Fall down! Lo crazy, Abhimata? Take the nawarin to the hospital! There's elo in benefit!"

The twin brothers turned out. His attitude is very different, the inner Mardiyah.

Suddenly, someone touched his shoulder. "Young Master Abhimana and Abhimata. Sorry if my staff made a mistake."

The good-natured Abhimata nodded. "No, Miss Dev. Abhimana accidentally hit this brother. Sorry again."

While Abhimana was unceasingly muttering in annoyance. His twin brother apologized. "Udah! Let's go, Bhimata! I'm waiting for this Mama!"

The twin brothers left. While Mardiyah was speechless peeking, seeing how much fun ..., maybe, if she had a brother. Some remind, some also scold him if he makes a mistake.

Her dream.

"Mar, listen!" said Brother Devina.

Mardiyah replied, "What?"

"He was Gautama Adiwangsa's son, the hotel we are now targeting belongs to their father. Please don't make trouble with the twin brothers. I'm so scared, Miss Harsa knows."

Mardiyah nodded slowly. "Yes." Yeah."

"Yes, anyways?"

"Sister Devina, what do I want to answer?"

Brother Devina sighed heavily and pulled Mardiyah's left hand out. "Let's go with me back to the store, Mar."

Am I wrongly answered? inner Mardiyah.

Just a moment about to enter the car suddenly Madame Harsa approached the two.

"Devina, Mardiyah ..."

"Yes, Mistress?"

Miss Harsa gave me a key. "This is the key to my room. I don't think I can go to the flower shop anymore. There's your clothes in there. And inget! Before coming tonight you have to go to the salon first. Inget! I want my staff not to be shy. Gotta be pretty!"

"Okay, ma'am," said Brother Devina.

Miss Harsa saw it. "Listen, Mardiyah?"

"Listen, Miss Harsa."

...🌺...

Umma Sarah

Son, have you had lunch?

Both corners of Mardiyah's lips lifted. He was happy to get a short message from Umma Sarah.

^^^This is lunch, Umma^^

Moments later Mardiyah devoured her rice. Heard again his gawai reads, very quickly Umma Sarah replied to him.

Umma Sarah

What are you eating?

^^^Today, Mrs Harsa prepared a menu of Chicken grilled brown rice, Umma^^^

Umma Sarah

And jaudah ate full

^^^Yes, Umma^^^

Screen of Mardiyah device shut down. Now he's eating face to face with Regita.

"Mar."

Mardiyah looked at Regita.

"You hit his son, Mr Gautama, huh?"

Mardiyah replied, "Not intentionally."

"Sister Devina said, thankfully there was Young Master Abhimata. Just you, you know Mar. Abhimana is an emotional person, who is wrong with him, you can be wrong Mar," explained Regita.

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes. Not intentionally."

Azan salat zuhur was heard and Mardiyah's food was exhausted. He leaned his back on the chair, wanting to relax for a moment. The job at the flower shop today is quite tiring, if you can want to sleep.

"Udah ajan, Mar. You're not worshiping?"

Mardiyah.

"Why? Not a sin if not what .. pray?"

Mardiyah replied, "Again the moon, Gita. So no praying."

Regita. "I just wanted to know."

Mardiyah closed her eyes. While Regita took a plate and a glass used by himself and Mardiyah to wash. Because today is his job. Regita took the sponge and gave a little soap. A moment later, he said, "Mar, can I ask you no?"

Netra Mardiyah open. "Ask what?"

"That means from that little .. you live in an orphanage, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

From behind Mardiyah could see that Regita was nodding. "Your needs there really are being met, Mar?"

"Filled."

"But, Mar?"

"I'm still alive and well."

There was Regita's light laughter. "You really are too, yeah! Duh, weird is my question."

"Not strange. Just be usual."

Dirty plates and glasses have been washed. Regita sat back in the chair. "Keep Mar, say yes ..."

"What?"

"There is one who adopted you. You're the son of that man. Would you like to? Or what about that? There's no rule in your orphanage?"

"There's a rule, Gita. But the most important part, the child who wants to be raised is willing or unwilling."

"If you don't want to?" sahut Regita fast.

"Yes, it's not so. Because it all depends on the child."

Regita. "That, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah." Mardiyah paused for a moment. "Again, Git. At the orphanage I rarely want to be adopted."

"Why?"

"Because we don't need new parents anymore. The orphanage mother that we have, is enough to give love and affection" said Mardiyah.

Regita smiled faintly. "Truly, Mar. But I think ..."

"What?"

"It's just some kind of self-defense."

"meaning?"

"Sort of don't want to be hurt or lose the sense of having parents a second time, Mar. Because I also do not know, the child who lives in the orphanage is either because of orphans, either because of children of illicit relationships, and others."

Mardiyah looked at the table-disconnecting eye contact with Regita. Is correct.

"I think you know better what I mean, Mar. And the good news is, the orphanage mother you live in is a really good person."

Mardiyah smiled faintly. "Thank you, Regita."

"For what?"

"You have a high sense of empathy. Against these orphans" said Mardiyah.