Three Years Different

90 :

Two days passed ...

Exactly tonight. Lutfan and Mardiyah had arrived at the hotel, using a couple shirt that she bought online with a fast track. Both are still not out of the room, because Mardiyah looks busy justifying the veil she wears. Lutfan looked at his wife with his chin up.

"Udah?"

"Not yet."

Lutfan sighed.

"Do you mind waiting for me?"

Netra Lutfan dilates. "No. When did I say objection?"

"The sound of your breath."

Astarghfirullah's. Could be! When I breath, do I mind? Emang, yeah! Fuck, girl! inner Lutfan who is not out of thought with the words of his wife. "I don't mind, Mar. I'm just looking at you so complicated really veil."

"Finished ..." Netra Mardiyah was teary. He was tired, and put his pentule needle on the table. Then let the veil slump down, as well as in after him who took a seat on the lip of the bed. "I don't like the model of her veil. The material is slippery, making it difficult to use. Continue ... You think I'm not tired of standing up actually veil?"

Lutfan was silent to see Mardiyah who suddenly had a sad face. Is correct. It turns out that trivial things like this, can make women cry. "Yes already. I asked Cak Sur to bring another veil, huh?"

Mardiyah.

"Continue?"

"Sorry."

Lutfan brought his wheelchair closer to Mardiyah. "Why apologize? You're not wrong."

"I don't want to comment on the clothes you buy. Just ..." Mardiyah. "I'm not comfortable wearing the hood. Difficult. I so feel can not be free to move the head, the fall is not neat continue."

"You're not disappointed if I change the hood?" mardiyah continued by asking.

Lutfan shook his head with a faint smile. "O Allah is not, Mar. I'm not gonna feel that way. I also changed my veil. I don't pa-pa if you change the hood. Should have been before I bought the shirt too, I checked the material-"

"No. The clothes are good, good to wear, only if made a veil I do not like, not very comfortable," refuted Mardiyah clearly.

"Yes. Now how are you going? I called Cak Sur, huh?"

Mardiyah shook her head, and took out the black veil she usually wore, from inside the bag. "This .. I brought."

"Yes already. Now you wear it. I'm waiting for you."

Mardiyah nodded.

The light is brightly lit as well. The predominant white and mocca decorations are Regita's choice. The girl had told me that she wanted to marry with all the decorations that combine the two colors. Beautiful and also suitable. It seems Regan agreed to Regita's wishes. And upon entering the wedding hall, there is a photo session by the recipient of the invitation. Until then he would not want to take pictures with Lutfan. When finished, he said, can be taken later when you go home.

Entering deeper. Netra Mardiyah caught for the first time a woman with a knee-length navy dress, hair in a half pigtail, now smiling towards her. Mrs Gistara? Mr Gumira's wife? his inner voice replied with a smile. Before long, he heard someone calling his name several times. Who else. If not Abhimata.

"Sister, I'm looking for it" Abhimata said as he stood before her. "Come there, brother. There's a seat."

Usually the party of the rich is rarely a seat, the inner Mardiyah is a little confused.

"Come with Lutfan, brother."

Mardiyah regained her senses, and pushed Lutfan's wheelchair to follow the direction in which Abhimata was walking. As far as the eye could see, he looked around really crowded, seeing so many people made him feel tired. Until finally Abhimata gave instructions to stop to the left side, which turned out there there was Mama Cecilia, Abhimana and also no one. Seems ... Adiwangsa Geeta? It seems to him, even if he never met. He was sure that the woman in front of him was Geeta. This hijab woman is the biological sister of Mr. Gautama and Mr. Gumira.

Mardiyah confirmed Lutfan's sitting position to be next to him. "Not sitting here pa-pa?" whispered.

Lutfan nodded. "No pa-pa."

"This is Aunt Geeta. Your Papa's sister, son."

Mardiyah smiled faintly when she met Geeta. "I'm Mardiyah, Ta-nte."

"Greetings, Mardiyah. I'm Geeta. Later if you meet me again, do not hesitate to say hello," he said.

Mardiyah nodded and smiled faintly.

Geeta addresses Mardiyah and Lutfan in turn. "Mardiyah, this man ... your husband?"

"Yes, Aunt." Mardiyah looked up, reflexively grasping Lutfan's hand. "He's my husband. Lutfan."

"You're Kiai Bashir's granddaughter, huh?"

Lutfan replied, "Yes, Auntie. I'm his granddaughter."

All the talking happened. As usual he could not talk much, fortunately Lutfan and Abhimata connected to each other in the chat. Until there is no awkwardness, even he is grateful that people who are in a circle of seats do not discuss the lack of Lutfan. For she did not want her husband to be sad and not confident anymore.

Minutes pass quickly. There was a sound from the guarantee, it turned out that this big event was getting more exciting. There are gifts that are intended for teenage children who also come. Not to forget the Indonesian idol singer who invited Regita to enliven her wedding night.

"Mar, it's still a long time, huh?" whisky Lutfan.

Mardiyah looked and put her lips closer to Lutfan's ear. "You must be tired. In a minute, we'll see Regita after she's been taking pictures of her family, huh?"

Lutfan.

"Aren't you going?"

"You are alone. Lagian ..." Lutfan looked towards the guarantee. "That's a bit high security. I'll take care of you if I ride."

Mardiyah sighed. "Not going to gore--"

"I'll wait here, Mar. Please understand me, just this once," argued Lutfan.

There was no choice but to nod. After a few minutes, the Regita and Regan family photo session ended. He, Abhimata, Abhimana, Mama Cecilia and Aunt Geeta were ready to rise to congratulate the two happy people.

Before boarding the mardiyah pelaminan lowered her lips to Lutfan's ear. "You wait a minute, okay? I promise not long."

His wife was not shy to invite him to the wedding of Regan and Regita. But still, he humiliated his wife greatly. How could a woman like Mardiyah bring a disabled man like her to a party? People must have judged that Mardiyah only pityed herself.

Even to go up to the pelaminan he felt unable. His rejection is right. It was supposed to be like this, waiting was no problem for him. Than to trouble his wife.

Dugh.

The direction of the voice turned Lutfan's gaze on the chairs that hit each other. As he looked up, his neutrals immediately looked flat. Why is he here? his mind immediately threw away his face.

"Mardiyah's husband, huh?" said Aryandra who crossed her legs, facing Lutfan. "The daughter of Umm Sarah. Owner of Al-Hikmah orphanage."

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