Three Years Different

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Striped white paper with handwriting is from Manggala Adiwangsa. He paused to return to the soup kitchen, preferring to sit in the living room reading the contents of the letter.

Mahika, make a wedding with your husband. Bashir's grandson. And please don't ever think of Grandpa's request as an apology. Because at any time, it seems like your heart will never be roomy to apologize to a bad person like Grandpa.

Seeing yourself Gautama from your side is truly enchanting. The look in your eyes, as well as the way you speak is very similar to Tama of that age. Then your whole body and face belong to your mother, all the same. If you look in the mirror, the image of young Zanitha is you. You want to know the difference? Zanitha always looked at everyone gently, while you tended to be like Tama flat and cold.

Blame Grandpa. Because it does not approve of your father and mother's relationship first. Until Tama really became the most jerk man Grandpa ever met. Even Grandpa also injured Cecilia, Grandpa's dear daughter-in-law.

Mahika, you don't like the name that Grandpa gave you, huh? No pa-pa. No need to use. But please allow Grandpa to call you that. And as a redeemer for all the affection you never get, Grandpa will help find out everything about your Mother. So that at least you can kiss and meet your mother's headstone.

From, Manggala Adiwangsa.

Mardiyah fell silent, folded back the letter then put it on her lap and looked straight ahead. Mr. Manggala knows that being roomy is not that easy. For this time, he did not want to look naive, forgiving his Father-Gautama was still easy enough for him. But for Mr. Manggala felt very difficult, the wound scratches were too deep and imprinted. Until the death of lara who has no end of pity.

If only things were not like this, accepting himself as the Adiwangsa family was easy. Perhaps also, he will willingly welcome Mr. Manggala. The days that passed in the orphanage were customary for her, this land of her birth, Umm Sarah was her mother. Not a single bit of him was willing to leave. And regarding ... wedding party, should he accept?

"Another gift?"

Mardiyah stared at the direction of the voice. "Yes." Yeah."

"From who?"

"That's ... Mr. Manggala."

Lutfan was silent. But the wheelchair approached Mardiyah. "Not opened?"

"Later on."

"Can't do that. When will it be?" Lutfan's hand lifted the gift bag and placed it on Mardiyah's lap. "Open up first."

A rectangular white cloth in a roll with five different motifs is found in a white box. He thought, maybe it was an example of the fabric of the dress he would wear from Mr. Manggala. Everything was beautiful, but he was confused, accepting or not this wedding party. Lutfan said he didn't want any walimatul'ursy and he decided to agree. After all this marriage was a long time ago, maybe three months more.

"What are these fabrics made of?"

Mardiyah replied, "Sir Manggala, want me to have walimatul'ursy. But I know, you don't want to. So I really don't pa-pa, I can refuse all of this, I can send these fabrics to-"

"Why should you refuse?" Lutfan staring. "You don't want walimatul'ursy? So later, after the wedding, we can ..." Lutfan touched the collar of his shirt and looked the other way. "Honeymoon to Japan. The ticket that Abhimata gave you can be dropped, right?"

"Aren't you going to?"

Lutfan's forehead shrivels. "I never said I didn't?"

"Yes. When we first discussed Walimatul'ursy Alma with Gus Jafar. He said, you don't want to" explained Mardiyah.

Lutfan swiped his mane backwards. So he refused, huh? He should never have said that. Mardiyah is a woman moreover, she works, her friends must be many. How can a marriage that once in a lifetime the wife lives, have to end like this? Why should he refuse the wedding just because of his bad time? "If I wanted to now. You want to, Mar?"

"I'm coming with you."

"Cok you that? You don't want to, do you? You're embarrassed later in the mop standing by the disabled-"

Mardiyah refuted by looking at Lutfan. "Why are you talking about your shortcomings again? I don't like it. If every day should sit in the same pelaminan you, continue to see as many people. I'm not pa-pa. I will not be ashamed. Did I make a mistake? I was standing at the bail to welcome my happy day. Why do I have to be dizzy thinking about what people say?"

Lutfan smiled thinly. "If so .. would you, would you?"

Mardiyah nodded slowly.

"I happen to have savings. Later rent buildings with each other use my money, continue to dress both wear that Mr. Manggala choose. You should appreciate his gift. I won't ban it if you want to wear it, please. Make her first dress, we fit in a boutique only. How's it?"

Mardiyah paused for a moment, staring at Lutfan. "Hire the building with my money."

"No need. My money."

Mardiyah fell silent, throwing her face. His hand reinserted the fabrics given by Mr. Manggala. He put on a flat face, Lutfan's refusal somehow upset him. What's wrong with paying for the building money?

"You mad?" ask Lutfan.

Mardiyah replied, without staring. "Walimatul'ursy is the one that lives us both. Not just you. I know the husband's job is to support his wife, I know your money is also my money. But can't I help you?"

"By, Mar. Yes Allah .. but no need to use money, still---"

Mardiyah finally looked. "What's up, Lutfan? All big events need money. Besides, I still have a lot of savings from the last time I worked as a staff of Miss Harsa. I'm just trying to help pay for the building, so you immediately refuse. Don't want to consider first if walimatul'ursy it takes a lot of cost."

"Yes Allah ..." Lutfan's hands raised gently rubbed the Mardiyah's head covered by a veil. "Yes. I know it costs a lot. Very much indeed. Okay. You're paying for the building, right? Yes, you paid. And the rest of me, huh?"

Mardiyah nodded slowly. "I'm building, invitation, same food."

"Many, Mar. Your money will run out."

"I'm your wife. I'll just ask you later, right? Now there is still, later there is also still," said Mardiyah.

Spontaneous Lutfan laughed. True, Mardiyah was his wife. If the money is over just ask for it. "Okay. Deal. The others I. You can't interfere with the cost anymore."

"Yes." Yeah."

After a small debate over the walimatul'ursy verdict, Mardiyah returned to the soup kitchen which turned out to be there deserted. Perhaps all were already preparing at the joint dining hall in the female and male section of the dining hall. When he reached the dining hall he met Alma, wife of Gus Jafar, a man who had once occupied the side of his heart even though only limited to his likes.

"Mardiyah, how are you?"

"Good."

Alma's sweet smile. "Over time I don't see you getting pretty."

"Obsolutely normal. Yourself news?" tanya Mardiyah who glanced at Alma's stomach. She pregnant? he continued, in the heart.

"Okay, thank God." Alma looked at Mardiyah closely. "Mar .. are you happily married to Lutfan?"

Mardiyah looked straight. Alma's question entered the ear, along with the wind that swept across her face. "What do you see, Alma?"

"I see it, you're kind of happy. You're kinda...a cheap smile."

It's been me-ah all this time, yeah. I realized that all this time I rarely smiled, Mardiyah mind that did not become a nag. "Maybe you have Lutfan."

Mardiyah just followed with a thin smile while looking at the children of the orphanage who devoured food. After a few minutes, the device vibrates, enter the notification.

Regita

Mardiyah!

How are you doing?

I'd like to ask you the address of your orphanage.

^^^Make what?^^^

Regita

I'd like to send you a wedding invitation.

Oh my God I forgot. Regita will marry Regan, her secretary Doctor Gumira, the inner Mardiyah who quickly type.

^^^(Alamat)^^^

^^^I am waiting for the invitation, Regita.^^^

Regita

Don't forget you have to come,

At the Lazuardi Hotel.

^^^Yes.^^^

Mardiyah sighed. Why stay at the Lazuardi Hotel? Not to mention that Regita's future husband is Regan, obviously later there he will meet so many elite people who of course there will be Mr. Manggala, Mr. Gautama, and Doctor Gumira. He only hoped that as long as he came to the show, he would not meet with Rajendra or Aryandra. The two men really wanted him to avoid.

"Mar, I'll go home first, yeah! I was picked up by Mas Jafar. Assalamualaikum."

Mardiyah. "Yes, careful. ." atalaikumussalam."

It was almost ten in the evening but Lutfan still did not come home. Perhaps her husband was still busy in the dining hall with the men. He only tinkers with the device occasionally opening m-banking, and staring at the nominal money he has saved for one year when Umma Sarah said that she would find a future husband for him. Not much in fact this money, only thirty million, if less he will discuss again with Lutfan.

Even he plans if later honeymoon to Japan he wants to buy costumes that are like small doll displays in Lutfan's room. I don't know what that is. But when he searched the internet it was written that there were so many costumes, the price was quite expensive. For him it's okay, as long as Lutfan is happy to see it, he is willing. After all, lingerie and some official clothes given by Mama Cecilia have been many. Goods times Lutfan wants to see her dressed the other one.

Cleks.

The door to the room is open. Spontaneously he immediately got out of bed when he realized that the one who came was Lutfan. And fortunately, he had not used a nightgown, it turns out that when he came out there was Banyu who also came in.

"Eh? You haven't slept?"

Mardiyah shook her head, alternately staring at her husband and Banyu.

"I want to talk about Banyu's undying work." Lutfan did not enter the room. "Can you please get my laptop?"

"Can." Mardiyah turned around looking for Lutfan's laptop which turned out to be on the gray desk instead of at her desk. Once the laptop was in hand he rushed out. "This. I'm waiting inside, okay?"

"If you go to sleep, don't pa-pa. Scared long."

Mardiyah nodded slowly. "No. I'm waiting for you."

Thirty minutes later, Lutfan was not finished. It's true it's old. His eyes already want to draped, better take a seat down while slipping legs, goods times the cold floor eliminate drowsiness.

Wrongfully. He fell asleep unconscious. As he wanted to move his body by opening his eyes slowly, a warm hand touched his cheek as it moved around his head.

"Uhm, Lutfan?"

Lutfan's sweet smile became a welcome when Mardiyah opened her eyes. "Udah said long. Why are you still wearing full clothes? Then why sleep under a gini, huh?" nagel Lutfan.

"I told you to wait for you" said Mardiyah who slowly rose up to take a seat on the lip of the bed by pulling the veil whose needle had been removed. "Got long. What did you talk about?"

"I told you about the job."

"Yes I know. But what is it that's talking about?"

Lutfan sighed. "I want to be Banyu Manager at the opening of a new outlet."

"Oh."

Athaghfirullah whose wife is this? Nanyanya ngebet really answered even oh aja. O Allah .. Gemes, the mind of Lutfan who just silently looked at Mardiyah.

"Why look at me?"

"No pa-pa. Get changed in bed. Let's go to sleep at night."

Lazy mardiyah. Should he walk towards the bathroom? Sleep clothes alone are visible in front of the eyes, he put it on the table next to the bed. "I'm changing here not pa-pa, huh?"

Lutfan's cheeks suddenly heat up. "You sure?"

"If you feel disturbed ..." As Mardiyah approached Lutfan, she raised her husband's hands and placed them directly on his face. "Closed face. Huh, right? You can't see."

Lutfan laughed lightly at Mardiyah's increasingly worrisome behavior. Where was it that the woman he saw had a cold gaze and a flat expression, huh? "Emang if I see. You don't mind?"

"The truth is not ..." Mardiyah started unbuttoning her clothes. "It's only later that you see, you'll definitely ask me again."

"Who said?" Lutfan still covered his face.

"I said gini, you know." Last buttons. Mardiyah began to pick up the robe she used until her white skin was smooth to look. "You'd love to see I don't wear it"

"Not wearing what, huh? Don't go fishing" Lutfan said. "If I let go. You'll be shampooing again. Wanna?"

Mardiyah quickly put on her nightgown. "Y-yeah, don't want to. That was already. When do you want again?"