Three Years Different

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...stay halal, brothers and sisters. read after breaking the fast....

"Not eat?"

Mardiyah. "Hm?"

"Aren't you eating?" Lutfan's spontaneous remake of her face, and seeing Mardiyah's netra closer, turned red. "You crying?"

"E-don't." Mardiyah pushed Lutfan's chest away. "Don't get near gini, Lutfan."

"Don't you like me close?"

"Bu-not that-" Mardiyah lowered her head. After coming back from the outlet, he had indeed still not devoured any food at all. If Lutfan asked him not to think, how could he possibly? I don't know, he feels weird, Lutfan doesn't seem to mind. But he kept thinking. "I just don't want to."

"What am I doing?"

Mardiyah.

Lutfan forced to look at Mardiyah's face by touching the wife's hands. "Yes. You cry. Your eyes are red."

"Lutfan, loose." Mardiyah looked at Lutfan wistfully. Sucks. Why does she have to cry? Such men .. should not be taken too seriously. But he felt that everything related to him would definitely trouble Lutfan. "Don't say that. I'll be crying."

"Oh Allah .. Why are you? I wrong? Did I accidentally hurt you? Or what, Mar?"

Lutfan slipped his hand on Mardiyah's waist. His wife looked down, reluctant to look. Then the wife slowly pulled on the embrace. "Hushhh, Mar."

"I don't know why ...  Lutfan. I-I suddenly cry. I-I guess it's all about a-I've always been ngerepotin you. I-I told you I-if I'm going to have a hard time getting pregnant, all of a sudden the doctor said that, I-m sure makes you uncomfortable." Mardiyah squeezed the strong clothes that Lutfan used. "When we can only do it once. Why now there are so many challenges yes-who can't this can't be that. All bother you. I-I don't feel like I'm being a wife."

Lutfan closed his eyes for a moment. So the Doctor's words still filled his wife's mind. He thought at the outlet earlier Mardiyah obeyed his words not to think too much. What actually? Mardiyah thought about that. Even worse to tears. His hand on his waist rubbed slowly, to calm the wife.

"Now try to clear. Why can you be impulse if everything the doctor says about your condition is bothering me?" ask Lutfan.

Mardiyah.

"I don't mind at all."

"Lied." Mardiyah rubbed her nose. "I am if you are .. feel the objection, Lutfan. Are you really not thinking? If I'm a pain---"

"Udah-ud. If I thought you were hard, why would I defend you? Why am I so hard to get you there?" Lutfan rubbed Mardiyah's long mane. "So, please stop Mar, don't think anything about me. I don't feel any trouble at all."

Mardiyah took off a slow hug, and looked at Lutfan. Is it true that her husband does not feel distress? Even if Lutfan had expressed love, not denying so many things would be able to fade that deep feeling.

"You want proof, right?"

Mardiyah's confused. "Buk-ti what?"

Lutfan approached the faces of the two. "Open your mouth, Mar."

"Well?"

Lutfan immediately pressed his lips. The two chewy objects are fused together, Mardiyah's open mouth makes it easier for her to explore deeper. His hands were not only still, this spacious bed made him able to move freely. Slowly pulling the zipper behind Mardiyah's sleeping dress, revealing a smooth white skin from her shoulder that was covered with hair.

"Ohhh."

Mardiyah took and exhaled several times as Lutfan let go of her kiss. Netra sayu was staring. "You ... want it now?"

"Can, right?"

Mardiyah's hand crossed directly at Lutfan's nape. "But .. haven't bought--"

"I have, don't need to buy."

"Where?"

"In the drawer."

Mardiyah looked, looking at the drawer. "To what?"

"Drawer number two."

Mardiyah took her hand off the nape of Lutfan. He got out of bed and walked to the drawer, then opened it, to pick up what Lutfan meant. After her net caught the thing Mardiyah returned to the bed.

"This?" mardiyah said by showing it in front of Lutfan. "How does it mean?"

Spontaneous Lutfan laughed lightly at the way Mardiyah so seriously asked. His hand took over the thing, and he looked at Mardiyah again. "Later. When it's ready to be used."

"O-oh that's it."

Lutfan nodded.

"Ma-u continue?"

Lutfan immediately kissed Mardiyah's left neck slowly down to the shoulder, one of her hands began to wriggle touching at certain points.

"Generic ..."

"Hm?"

"No pa-pa. It was late afternoon, Umma was still in the pesantren" explained Lutfan who began to touch one of the twin mounds. "Mar .. install now also not pa-pa." because I was already tense, continued Lutfan in his heart.

Mardiyah just finished her shower. He intended to go to the kitchen directly without drying his hair, he was hungry because he did not obey Lutfan to eat. When he finished taking the rice and side dishes, he wanted to go straight back. But unfortunately, suddenly passed by Umma Sarah who wanted to enter the kitchen.

"Eh? Umma's son-in-law ... actually gini, should have taken a shower to eat right away, son."

Mardiyah lowered her head, with an awkward smile. "Yes, Umma. Same with Lutfan. Excuse me, yes Umma."

"Yes-yes no pa-pa. Eat a lot to be healthy, so do not be tired of you as Lutfan," said Umma Sarah.

"Yes, Umma."

Mardiyah. And walked quickly into the room, after until he immediately put the food plate on the table. Then covered his face with both hands. Akhh, shame. Why should I see Umma anyway? inner screaming.

"Why you?"

Lutfan just came out of the bathroom. Mardiyah immediately opened both of her hands. "Generic ..."

Her voice is so spoiled. She why? his mind is confused. "Why, huh? Look at the glass on your face red."

"I met Umma while I was eating. So yeah .. I'm ashamed."

"Emang Umma knows what we've done?" Lutfan brought his wheelchair closer to Mardiyah. "He can't possibly know, Mar."

"Who said? Umma see my hair is wet he must know, Lutfan," said Mardiyah by holding her cheeks flushed.

Lutfan just chuckled spontaneously. "That's your fault. Why didn't the room get out in the hair first?"

"But you're really fucking me!" Mardiyah hit Lutfan's thigh slowly. "Malgoshen!"

"Handler." Lutfan touched Mardiyah's wrist. "Not pa-pa. Why shame? The same person Umma. He also knew these things were natural for young married men. Let's eat, I'm laper."

"Um, but ..."

"No pa-pa, Mar. Hitherto. Come on, eat."

Abhimata

Sis, next week Mama will stop by the orphanage is not pa-pa right? Brother, there's no show, right?

For a moment Mardiyah was silent reading a short message from Abhimata. Next week if it is on Sunday there will probably only be a week together event in the last month, it will be a little busy but he tries to welcome.

^^^What day?^^^

^^^If there is an event on Sunday in the orphanage, if he wants all of you not to come pa-pa.^^^

Abhimata

Sunday, Brother.

Mama said she was on the show.

Mardiyah turned off her dress. And put it back in his front pocket, then help Salsa prepare the dishes and classes for food later.

"Mr Mar."

"Yes?"

"Sampean how to bother? There's me in here as well as the others."

Mardiyah smiled faintly. "Not bothered. I happen to be the same Lutfan eating. Help me out here."

"Mbak Mar, not tired? He said he went to the hospital. I'm afraid of the exhaustion," said Salsa.

"No, Sal."

From the outside of the kitchen came Kirana and Inayah who entered together hand in hand, laughing.

"Sister Mar, someone came to send something, and I was told to ask Mr. Budi to call Kak Mar to make it to the post place," explained Kirana.

Mardiyah immediately pamit. As soon as possible head to the security post to see what Kirana meant.

"Mbak Mar, this .. was there people came he said to Mbak Mar," said Pak Budi by handing over a grocery bag made of paper. "Say him, please accept. That, Ma'am."

"Oh yes, thank you sir."

"Sami-sami."

On the way home to put down this shipment, Mardiyah took a little peek at what was inside the bag. Any mail? his mind immediately picked up the letter in the bag, and without a second thought he searched around for the name of the sender.

"Adiwangsa Mountain?" lirih Mardiyah's.