Three Years Different

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Three days later. The wedding invitation of Regita and Regan has landed in the orphanage, precisely this afternoon with the delivery by Mr. Budi earlier. When looking out the window the sun was really hot, it was stinging and around the orphanage it looked lonely, some of the children who were in school had not returned home. Lutfan had also just left for the outlet, and Mardiyah chose to occupy herself in the soup kitchen.

Because as usual, there will be lunch together after the prayer. Actually, he was not alone, but suddenly Salsa there was a need with Aini's dezah. So now, he's alone. Kirana and Inayah have not yet returned home, the two girls usually like to go to the kitchen to help.

Crick.

Mardiyah stared back, where the sound was coming from. Apparently, Jafar. What does he want in the afternoon? his inner self was staring at Jafar who was still unaware that he was here.

"Gus, need something?"

Jafar seemed surprised, looking straight at him with widened eyes.

"Drink?"

Jafar nodded.

Mardiyah walked towards the shelf to pick up the plastic cups, next to the dispenser. And when the glass was fully filled he immediately put it on the table, which was a considerable distance from Jafar who was standing at the door.

"Please, Gus." Mardiyah did not hear any movement. Even the drinks were untouched. "Oh. I'm not comfortable, right? Then I'm out--"

Jafar raised his hand. Mardiyah noticed that a second later she saw Alma's husband writing in the notes. And after that get close to the table, take a drink and put a piece of paper there.

She gone? inner Mardiyah when she saw Jafar leave the common kitchen. Then he who had been standing in front of the stove approached the table, and saw what was written by Kiai Bashir's first grandson.

"Thank you, Mardiyah. Sorry to bother you," Jafar wrote.

Since when does helping you feel like a distraction, Jafar? mardiyah's thin smiling mind read a piece of paper containing Jafar's handwriting. His net was staring at the open door, and his mind wandered in childhood.

"Mar, later if it's big you will definitely leave the same orphanage pesantren, huh?" Eleven-year-old little Jafar stared at Mardiyah who was sitting on the swing. "So you're gonna lose me as well as Lutfan?"

"Who said? I'm gonna keep it here."

Netra round Jafar looked at Mardiyah in wonder. Then he shook his head. "No way, Mar. Ummi said all women will get married, continue to leave their parents. Then that's a sign that you will leave me, Lutfan, Ummi, Abi, Uncle and Aunt Sarah. You'll all stay."

Mardiyah.

"Cock-knuckle? You don't want to get married?"

"You." Mardiyah looked down at the pebbled sand below. "But I want to stay here. I don't want to leave everything. I love everything."

Jafar looked up at the clouds. "Same. I love everything too. I don't want to leave everything here."

Mardiyah.

"I have an idea. What if I get a big wife who lives here too?" Jafar's gaze turned to look at Mardiyah. "You should also find a husband who lives here as well. Let's not leave us all."

"Yes. I'll look for it" replied Mardiyah confidently.

A faint smile appeared on Mardiyah's lips. "Finally, I kept my word, didn't I, Jafar? My husband lives here. He is the son of Umm Sarah. And you also kept your word by having a wife who lives here" he murmured.

About his childhood. He and Jafar never thought of getting married in order to be together, he only promised to have a partner who settled in an orphanage or boarding school. Until finally fate outlined every thing he never expected. Jafar is in a match with Alma and he is with Lutfan.

And for the fleeting feeling he had for Jafar, it was just admiration. Not more. If anything, Jafar is like his brother.

"What day is that?"

Mardiyah replied, "Saturday. You can?"

"Can." Lutfan slightly lowered his head, looking at Mardiyah who helped him unbutton his shirt. "Aren't you ashamed to come with me?"

"You're handsome. Why should I be ashamed?" answer Mardiyah. The facts he said were true. Lutfan handsome, has a sharp nose, long eyelashes and thick eyebrows, his lips also look pink because he often invites him to do treatment. Then the last of her husband's skin is a yellow color, and the addition of Lutfan always looks like a teenager. That means Lutfan looks younger, and impressed to have a single face. People would never believe that this man in front of him had married.

"The praise is not sincere, his face is so flat."

Mardiyah had removed the last button. The net immediately switched to Lutfan. "Who is your intention? I just didn't mean to say you're handsome."

"choose. Fuck up!" Lutfan. "But I'm serious, Mar. At Lazuardi Hotel will certainly be many people, many of your work teams as well. Are you really not ashamed of me?"

"I said no, right? Why don't you believe it?" Mardiyah pulled Lutfan's wheelchair closer, so she could sit on the bed with her legs touching each other. "Regita's my coworker. I have to come. He would have said nothing if I hadn't come. But ..."

"If you don't want to come, I better not come" continued Mardiyah.

"No, that can be!" Lutfan looked at Mardiyah who was looking down playing the buttons on her shirt. "The man's invitation must be fulfilled, Mar. You're invited, you should appreciate dong."

Mardiyah looked at her husband again. "You don't want to. Who should I come with? I honestly don't like big events like that. In the past, when working with Mrs Harsa, I often went to the bathroom, or if not I wait in the hotel lobby."

"Why?"

"Because I don't like it. Too many people."

Lutfan sighed. "Yes already."

"What is it?"

"Yes, let's go. Two more days, right?"

Mardiyah nodded slowly.

"Eh but, Mar. Preparation Sunday together. You--"

"I'm not tired. People just come condangan daft, I did not pa-pa nightnya help the children," argued Mardiyah.

Lutfan touched the head of Mardiyah that was not covered with hijab. "Printers. Whose wife is this?"

"Your wife, right?" A smile from Mardiyah. His net looked at the focus on Lutfan's chin, and slowly touched his hand there, then rubbed for a moment. "Generic ..."

"Grow your beard."

Lutfan's forehead shrivels. "You like it when I have a lot of hair?"

Mardiyah just nodded.

"When I'll kiss you it's not comfortable."

Netra Mardiyah looked at Lutfan. "That aside from me. How can you impulse me I'm not comfortable?"

"Yes-yes. Your eyes are so glaring, Mar."

Mardiyah tried ordinary. But indeed his gaze was like this, after all what the hell did Lutfan conclude that he would be uncomfortable? "Don't you like that beard? Feels old?"

"I'm not saying I don't like it, Mar. If you want me to grow up, I grow up."

"You know I'm sprained? The end ..." Mardiyah's hand was raised down Lutfan's face from the eyebrows, down to the nose walking to the side of the cheek slowly continuing on the chin. "Your face looks very young. You're still not married. You're kayak--"

"I am twenty years old, which means I am still young" argued Lutfan.

Mardiyah put on her upset face. "Are I old then?"

"I didn't say that. Oh, God ..." Lutfan pinched Mardiyah's left cheek, which raised her hand, until her shirt was wider. "Where do you look old? You're still pretty."

Mardiyah brushed off Lutfan's hand. "No need to praise. Your face is slipping." He picked up a neatly folded shirt on the bedside table. Then hand it over to Lutfan. "Change your clothes quickly. Chilly. The wind will catch."

Abhimata

Brother Saturday came to Om Regan's wedding with Sister Gita?

^^Insya Allah came^^^

Abhimata

I'll pick you up, brother?

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. Lutfan was still busy sitting with his laptop. Should he ask? But ... for what? Better to go with Lutfan. And Abhimata's pity came all the way to fetch him.

^^^I went with Lutfan^^

^^^You don't have to bother

Abhimata

I'll see you at the hotel, brother.

^^^Yes.^^^

Mardiyah put down her dress, and looked down at the ceiling of the room. It's pretty tired today, and Lutfan seems like there's no day to go out of work. Her husband is very hardworking. Naturally also because the outlet is getting longer and longer, surely the busyness becomes food.

"Mar."

"Yes?"

"Try here for a moment."

Mardiyah went down to Lutfan. "What?"

"Which good?" The twin clothes for couples. There are black, maroon and navy. Then for the women's clothes like kebaya. "Make Saturday tomorrow. Which one do you want?"

"Lutfan we want walimatul'ursy. Buy ginian clothes. Where the price is above four hundred thousand more, one shirt," declined Mardiyah.

Lutfan was breathing. "Even expensive according to the quality of the fabric, Mar. No pa-pa, we don't have twin clothes yet. The price problem Insya Allah will not reduce my budget."

"Yes already. Black is good," replied Mardiyah resigned before she will be lectured again.

"Okay. I ordered, yes! His shirt size is M, L?"

"May I."

Lutfan nodded, his hands looking busy fiddling with the laptop to order something he showed earlier. For a few minutes, Mardiyah responded, spontaneously, he pulled Lutfan's hand.

"You're not getting in, Mar. What's up?"

Mardiyah's cheeks heated up as Lutfan looked at her. "Udah, right?"

"Yes. I have a message. But I'd like to send an important email to Banyu sama--"

"Can't tomorrow?" mardiyah.

Lutfan looked at his wrist which was held tightly by his wife. "Just a minute, Mar. That's a shit."

"See the try clock. It's tonight. Are you not sleepy?"

A smile filled with the ignorant gaze Lutfan showed Mardiyah. He can't sleep without me. Duh, my habit is hugging anyway, really nervous you know, his turbulent mind wants to tease Mardiyah only. "You want me to go, huh? Can't sleep alone? Cie. Since when have you been so far away from me, huh?"

"No need to tempt me."

"I'm not a temptress. I'm tanya. Just answer what's hard?"

"You promised. As long as you're home, I can disturb you at any time." Mardiyah put on her jealous face by pursing her lips. "What is the evidence right now? You don't want to get off your laptop."

"Yes Allah .. Yes, Mar." Lutfan immediately closed the laptop, and switched to staring at Mardiyah. "Let's sleep. Let's go to sleep."