Three Years Different

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"So I stopped by the cctv." Lutfan took off the black shirt he wore until he was bare-chested. Then put it right in the dirty laundry basket. "Not accidentally see, this afternoon there was Aryandra turned out ... You met her?"

"Not intentionally."

"Oh." Lutfan turned towards the gray table, the place where the new T-shirts that Mardiyah always prepared there instead. "What's the talk?"

"Not saying anything."

Lutfan has finished dressing. He looked straight at his wife, nodding slowly. "So diem-dieman with that look?"

"Not really. He's here to see Umma, not see me, why am I looking at him?" mardiyah.

"Oh. So what I saw on the cctv was just looking at each other because I accidentally met it?"

Mardiyah got up from her seat. He's pissed. Why do Lutfan's questions tend to be short and corny like this? "Yes. I told you I didn't meet on purpose, Lutfan. I'm out of Inayah's dorm. Continuing intention to the soup kitchen, it turns out there he is. Yeah, just met. Who is looking at each other? You are accusing me!"

"Astaghfirullah." Lutfan instantly changed his expression with a light laugh. "I'm just asking, Mar. Who is accusing?"

"Your questions are off. Your face is also when the question is flat, your eyes are also very sharp. I was scared, ", explains Mardiyah.

Lutfan shook his head slowly. "Fear what, huh? Have I ever been angry?"

"That's an example." Mardiyah walked to the back of Lutfan and pushed the wheelchair in front of the mirror. "If you can try to repeat. Look at your face in the glass. Serem knew. You look like a real antagonist, like the guy in the series who likes to torture his wife-"

"Astaghfirullah, Mar! How are you with me like them, O Allah, do not be!" Lutfan looked up at Mardiyah. "You mah, Istighfar fast!"

"Yes-iya sorry. Astaghfirullah al azim."

Lutfan's hand raised reflexes pinching the gaits of Mardiyah's right cheek. "Basic you ..."

"Don't ask that again. I don't like being accused."

Netra Lutfan widened, the hand stopped pinching the cheek of the wife when she saw the look of the sad face. "Oh Allah .. I don't accuse you, I just ask, Mar. So that everything is clear. If I know I keep asking, it means to the conclusion I accuse you. But if I know, I keep asking in order to get clarity, I don't accuse you. I'm just asking for a brief explanation from you, the rest I believe, you can't possibly fuck around." There's that songomg guy who assorted. Fortunately, it was not until it was held. If you dare to hold Mardiyah again, do not hesitate I report her to the police. Very insolent, continued Lutfan in the heart.

"O-oh that's it."

Lutfan nodded. "Yes, that's it." Mardiyah was silent standing straight up. While Lutfan turned his wheelchair facing the wife. "Mar, try sitting on the bed."

"Well?"

"Sit is sitting down."

Mardiyah sat down, she looked at Lutfan confused. "It has. You're telling me what to do?"

"Try to see me."

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. "From this moment I saw you, Lutfan."

"I don't feel it, it's less serious." Lutfan pulled one of Mardiyah's hands and allowed his wife's chin to stare more upright. "Because. A feeling."

"You're weird."

"It's not weird." Lutfan focused on passing from the eyes, nose to end on the lips of Mardiyah. "I'm radak .. Kels, your eyes should look at that person. I really don't want to, I don't want to."

Spontaneous sweet smile Mardiyah showed. "You jealous?"

"What could be said to be jealous?"

"Can."

Lutfan nodded. "If that is true. I'm jealous. You mind?"

"Not really." Mardiyah pulled her hand from Lutfan's lap. She went to pick up her husband's mane. But he decided to infiltrate Lutfan's waist. "You hug, don't you?"

"That's a hell of a lot."

Two weeks and five days passed. Mardiyah and Lutfan had just returned from Adiwangsa hospital. The bleeding has stopped. The doctor said all his body was improving. But for intercourse it is recommended that the next two to three months should use a protector, to prevent subsequent pregnancies.

Again Lutfan must feel uncomfortable for his condition. She's sad. Lutfan if asked increasingly ask questions as well. It's nothing, but as a woman she knows that it's all a man's need.

"Hey, why is it?"

Mardiyah nodded with a faint smile. "No pa-pa. Look at the road again."

"You wanna come by the outlet?"

"Can?"

"And I nawarin, it's okay, Mar."

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes, come along."

The streets of this city remain the same. Since he first stepped on it at the age of eighteen, perhaps the difference is now that he is no longer alone. She no longer works as a staffer for Ms. Harsa, and she instead goes out of town as Umma Sarah's foster child again. Except as a daughter-in-law and wife. Honestly he does not want to talk much, because there is still Cak Sur here.

The return from Adiwangsa hospital, really make all the questions piled up in the mind, for it to ask Lutfan. He's afraid. I don't know, the fear that .. is natural or will seem unnatural. He doesn't know. How important is this whole question that he should issue first.

"Come, down. I've arrived."

Mardiyah descended, staring at Cak Sur who swiftly helped Lutfan down. Later, he pushed the wheelchair into Lutfan's workplace.

"Udah, just stop here" said Lutfan.

Mardiyah sat on the sofa. Lutfan is still in a wheelchair. He was confused about where to start, choosing to be silent as if nothing had happened was a mistake. But if he asks will Lutfan answer honestly?

"Why is he, Mar? Your stomach hurts?"

"Continue, why? Don't keep on being 'em."

For a moment Mardiyah fell silent and stared. "Lutfan, you don't mind?"

"What?"

"Y-yes that. About what the doctor said."

"Ooh that." Lutfan returned Mardiyah's gaze. "No. Why should I mind?"

"Y-yeah I think i-it, a little .. troubles you," said Mardiyah.

Lutfan smiled faintly, for a moment he lowered his head and shook his head. "What the hell is it, Mar? No, it's not." The laptop he just picked up was put back. Afterwards, he held on to the sofa to take a seat right next to Mardiyah. "So, you were thinking about that?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"If the doctor tells me to fast to not touch you three months more no pa-pa." Lutfan. "For your sake why not? I don't seem to be convincing what? Until you hesitate, same me?"

"Bu-not that--"

"Keep what, Mar?"

Mardiyah.

Until there was a knock on the door, pause for a while, and heard again followed by a sound from outside. No matter whose voice he confirmed, maybe it was Lutfan's staff.

"Mas Lutfan, there is Mas Aldo in front," said a staffer with the name tag Uwais.

"Yes, let's go in." After saying that Lutfan turned to look at Mardiyah who was still silent. And slowly his hand was raised, gently rubbing the head of the wife. "Let's talk again. If you need to, don't think about it anymore. I really don't have any problems with you, Mar."

Mardiyah nodded slowly.

"Now you go in there." Lutfan pointed to the white wall that turned out to have a gap, and Mardiyah never expected that it was a room. "Simple rest in the room. I want to discuss Aldo's partnership."

"Where's your wedding, Lut?"

"Pure. Thank goodness."

Aldo nodded. "Gue .. plan to get married."

Lutfan. His ears don't hear wrong, do they? "Lo really want to get married? Same who?"

"The girl I met at ... outlet Mojokerto," explained Aldo. "But Lut ..."

"But what?"

Aldo regained consciousness on the sofa, he turned his mane back several times. "Gue does not want to kayak on soap operas when I know my candidate to my Nyokap Bokap, he is even less, more so in expelled."

"Start." Lutfan squinted his eyes. "That girl ... working at Amanah Store? That staff lo?"

Aldo nodded.

"Where can you fall in love, huh? Mojokerto is not a village, but also not a city. I'm sure the girls there are also simple. You can have the same sense of the staff how's the story?"

"Well, how do I know! The heart is not me either. This is also God's will. Don't seem to blame me dong, Lut!" sewot Aldo's.

Lutfan surprised. "Astaghfiullah! What new? I'm just asking. Anjir, Do."

"Gue's here asking for a solution. Times you can give me a solution, uh you just bacotin me doang, Lut!"

Lutfan sighed. "If you believe she will be the same wife a good mother for your children already know Nyokap Bokap lo. Before that Istikharah prayer first. Continue before you recognize, try to persuade Nyokap lo. You have never known a girl. Directly say if you want to marry, you already have a candidate and you must be sure that the candidate you choose is really good. That's my solution, my solution."

"OKAY. I'll try later. Do'ain me, huh?"

"Surely, Do. Sure."

A moment of silence occurred. Aldo sent sales data in several cities he held to Lutfan's email address after he looked back at Lutfan. "By the way until now .. I still do not think that the girl I met in the kitchen the first time was his son Om Tama. Lo's wife, Lut."

You think, I thought I got there? inner Lutfan who returned Aldo's gaze. "Destiny, Do."

"Yes, too, anyway." Aldo looked up, his neutrals obscuring every roof. "Lo when he finds out he's Om Tama's son, Lut? Shocked, right? You used to say that if you do not want to marry the child of an influential person aka rich seven derivatives."

"It's my usual. Not surprised, though." I tend not to accept. So angry, so the jerk who made Mardiyah suffer all this time Mr. Gautama, he continued in his heart.

"Times?"

Lutfan nodded. "Mister Gautama is my wife's biological father. The rest of Mardiyah's property belongs to me."

"Anjir calls in-laws by name. Where possessive really call the wife using the word property, inget lo's wife is also his son Om Tama," God Aldo.

Lutfan. "Duh, ouch. How many times have you been to the pesantren, Do? Lo that's also how long have been participating in these studies and we've been victorious for a long time, right? You still don't understand, do you? I am not possessive. The word property is based on me who has become her husband. If you are married, filial your wife to all. Lo that's the main one. All he deserves is lo, because his bokapnya no longer entitled. Don't you know how to get here?"

"Yes, Do. Yes, understand. I am talking about you!"

Lutfan shook his hand. "That's where you go. You're bothering me alone again!"

"Astaghfirullah's. Istighfar, Lut! The third demon!"

Netra Lutfan dilates. "Devil what the fuck, huh? I'm both the same as my wife. It's halal! Not the haram ones. There you go!"

Note:

Bleeding miscarriage and after pregnancy are different.