Three Years Different

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Lutfan didn't pay attention.

"Are all men who are toward adulthood, always brash like this, huh? A little disrespectful, turning your eyes to the person who asked you to speak, ", continued Aryandra.

Lutfan finally looked. "Do you have a need with me, sir?"

"Ck. Mr?" Aryandra smiled thinly and shook her head. "I am twenty-seven years old. But it's been like gentlemen, huh?"

Lutfan.

"What are you doing, until Mardiyah is willing to be your wife?" Aryandra's views changed. Even the man propped up his chin by looking at Lutfan from top to bottom. "When a woman is as beautiful as she is, you can get someone better. In a sense, useful."

"Because it's so sad. A lifetime must serve a disabled husband like a servant. Though women are not married to feel miserable for life, right?" Aryandra.

"Mardiyah my wife. Not my servant," replied Lutfan firmly.

Aryandra nodded. "Ah, like that ... I wonder how you glorified Mardiyah as a wife? It's impossible to give money, right? There are other endowments, there are other things as well, which make a woman feel that the man she marries is the one who te---"

"What do you really want to talk about? I don't need to explain either, do I? How do I treat Mardia?" Lutfan stared intently at the eyes of the male eagle. "Mardiyah is my wife. Mine. What right do you want to know about my home life, sir?"

Aryandra.

"You should think. You are no longer young, sir. Try to find another woman. And stop looking at someone else's wife with such a disgusting look. Because until any time, you won't be able to have it." Lutfan turned his gaze to the guarantee, and looked at Mardiyah who was standing there. "A brash person like you is too lucky to be in a match with Mardiyah."

"I? The insolent?" Aryandra laughed lightly. "Ah, I know. You're still angry about what happened at the orphanage, aren't you?"

Lutfan was furious, he gripped his wheelchair firmly.

"You want to know no? What did I do to Mardiyah in the car? Even ... what I touch."

Lutfan caught his breath. He looked again at the eagle netra of this brash man. "no need. Why do I know of the sins you have committed, sir? Touching a woman who is not your mahram only results in sin."

"Sin, huh?" Aryandra smiled faintly looking at Lutfan. "The one who took away my sins. So stop talking, kid. I just want to make it clear that I was the first person to touch your wife's soft skin."

The insolent! Lutfan shifted his wheelchair. Until he deliberately wanted to bang his wheelchair on Aryandra's feet. But this bastard's men are moving faster, to hold back.

"Anged, huh?" Aryandra holds a strong grip on wheelchair algae. To restrain the movement of Lutfan. "Even you don't know, huh? On vacation to the beach. I entered Mardiyah's room. And it just so happens that your wife is justifying the veil--"

Brak! Pyarrs!

Lutfan kicked the table, which would obviously attract the views of the people around. Because the candle that was placed on the glass was also dropped. Even he felt his shoulders touched, when he looked it turned out that person was Mardiyah.

"Lutfan, there's ap--" Mardiyah's speech stopped when she saw Aryandra there. Why is he here? his mind looked back at Lutfan again. "Why, Lutfan? Your leg hurts?"

Lutfan.

"Sister, already. Brother Lutfan back to the hotel room only. I'll ask the staff to clean this up" Abhimata said.

"thank you. Excuse me first."

"Lutfan .. are you angry? Sorry me. I leave you late" said Mardiyah.

Fifteen minutes passed Lutfan was still silent. It's not usually Lutfan like this. Even Lutfan's eye-sight implies anger. What did Aryandra tell Lutfan? Until her husband can't end the anger.

"Lut--"

"Mar, I'd like to ask."

Mardiyah swallowed her saliva. "Ask what?"

Lutfan still did not loosen his grip on the wheelchair. This time the net is against the wife. He is indeed being ignited, he will be very difficult to control emotions.

"It wasn't in the car, was it? There's something else, right? I asked where it happened? And he has you?" Every question he asked out. Demand all answers.

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "You're talking about that same Aryand---"

Mardiyah spontaneously lowered. "Sorry."

"Try to answer what I asked you earlier."

Mardiyah gripped the strong robe she was wearing. "In .. hotel."

"He's what you are?"

"Generic ..." Mardiyah looked up, rising slowly towards Lutfan who was sitting at a distance with her. "I don't want to say Ar-I mean, I don't want her to make us fight like this."

Lutfan. "I don't want you to fight. I'm just asking. Is it hard to answer?"

"He's okay with me" Mardiyah lied. If he spoke honestly, it would spark more fire.

"Lied, Mar. I know you're lying."

Mardiyah tried to touch her husband's hand. "Why are you getting this angry, Lutfan? That incident was a long time ago. Now I am your wife. You know I'm fine, right? There is nothing in me that is lacking. He's okay with me, Lutfan. Absolutely--"

"Mar, is it hard for you to answer? I'm just asking you the details of the incident" argued Lutfan, again.

Mardiyah slowly lowered her body, sitting in front of Lutfan. One of his hands touched the soles of Lutfan's feet, and the other was on Lutfan's thigh, then he put his head there. "If I had answered .. you would have been angrier. I don't want you to be angry, Lutfan. Please don't ask again. Because ... I know your conversation with him must be about me, right? What did he say to you? She must be ... No talk, right? How can you believe?"

Lutfan didn't open his voice.

"In .. the hotel he came in. I-I don't know how he got in. He said he wanted to talk sam---"

Lutfan immediately denied. "What is he holding?"

"Ba-shoulder, head, wa-jah," answered Mardiyah honestly.

That strong grip was slacking off. Even his breathing was neutral again, he felt that he had wrongly questioned Mardiyah. But as a man, especially he was the husband of Mardiyah. It is not willing to hear another man call himself the first to touch his wife. If only Mardiyah had told her earlier, she could have reported the brash man to the police station.

"Stand up, Mar." Lutfan saw Mardiyah looking up. "Remove make up. Let's wash my face and change clothes. We'll just go to the hotel."

Mardiyah nodded.

"You want to know why I'm this angry?" Lutfan paused by passing on every interior design of the roof of the Lazuardi Hotel. "He said he was the first person to touch you, Mar. I feel like I'm gonna hit that guy! How do you know someone like him? At the orphanage, he dared to hold you. Keep now it turns out he was more courageous to enter the hotel where you nginep? And you're asking me not to get angry, Mar? My brain cannot think positively. My brain instantly automatically thinks of the negative things he did to you!"

Mardiyah who heard the outburst of Lutfan's anger. Directly changing her sleeping position sideways and approaching, hugging tightly at her husband's waist.

"He .. likes me. But I don't." Mardiyah inhaled the scent of Lutfan on the t-shirt her husband used. "I would rather marry a man of Umma's choice. He must have made you angry on purpose, Lutfan. He wants our house to be fucked."

Lutfan sighed softly. When you breathe again, the fresh aroma accompanied by shampoo and Mardiyah fragrance enters the sense of smell. "Whose husband isn't angry, Mar? What he said was fact, not just nonsense."

"But you weren't my husband at the time."

"Even if I'm not your husband. I'm your sister. Can't I be angry too? If I knew that second I'd hit him, Mar!" suhut Lutfan's.

Mardiyah's hand rubbed the chest of Lutfan's field. "Istighfar try it. I don't want you to get angry. Now that we're in the hotel, consider it a lightning honeymoon first here ... no pa-pa right?"

"No."

"Eng ... no? You don't want to?"

Lutfan rubbed his face. "I don't want to be with you."

"O-oh, that. Ma-af."

Mardiyah took off her arms slowly at Lutfan's waist. But as he moved a little further away Lutfan's hand pulled him back on the warm embrace, but this time a little tight.

"I still think about her words. I don't want to be suddenly rude to you" whispered Lutfan right in Mardiyah's ear. "So now enough hugs."