Three Years Different

92: Root Problems

At nine o'clock in the evening Mardiyah was down to pick up go-food in the lobby. I don't know all of a sudden she wants to eat honey roasted chicken from her husband's shop. All right, he took a portrait of his friendship with Lutfan at Regita's wedding. Not to forget also he sent a short message to Regita, apologizing for the commotion that occurred.

And it was a good fortune for her that she could return to her room without seeing Rajendra or Aryandra again. Those two people really made him sick. Several times he caught his breath before entering the room, and he slowly touched the door algae.

"How long are you" protested Lutfan when he saw his wife had just entered with a parcel.

Mardiyah approached the sofa table. "I'll grab something in the wedding hall first."

"Take what?"

"Our photo. It hasn't been taken yet, has it?"

"Oh." Lutfan looked at Mardiyah who was busy smiling with her hand holding the photo. "Let me see. I'm curious, you smile that way."

Mardiyah handed me the photo. "Good, huh? We rarely take photos. I guess we don't have any photos either. Besides this."

Lutfan fell silent by looking at the happy portrait. What Mardiyah said was true. Even he did not have a happy photo of marriage with his wife first, selfie both also do not have. Really sucks. How could he not capture the moment with her?

"Lutfan, why are you quiet?"

Lutfan. "No pa-pa. You look beautiful here."

Mardiyah just smiled faintly. And turning towards the table took a honey roasted chicken plus white rice, not forgetting he ordered fries and two iced teas. As always, nights like this are hungry. Even though he had eaten at Regita's wedding, still all he wanted now was a honey roasted chicken.

"I want a bribe?"

"I'm not a laper."

Mardiyah's smile disappeared. "You are that. At Regita's wedding, you didn't eat, you just drank. Now you want to eat no more?"

"I'm males."

"You still angry?"

Lutfan. His hand reached into his pocket and opened his wallet, then neatly kept the photo there. "At least not in the mood. Later if I'm laper, I'll eat."

Mardiyah closed back the food cardboard, and put the food neatly on the table near the sofa. Then he sat on the edge of the bed looking at Lutfan who was looking out at the window. Real crowded. Vehicle and city lights are clearly visible from the top of this hotel. On the twelfth floor Lutfan and Mardiyah stayed.

"Where will you be in the mood again?"

Lutfan. "Why not eat, Mar? He said earlier, you're a laper."

"I asked. How do you get your mood back?"

Lutfan sighed and restored his mane to the back. "No need to think about it, Mar. I will also be in my own mood. I ate there."

"You're angry because I've been in his car for so long?"

"No, Mar. Notwithstanding. Not because of that."

"Keep because of what?"

Lutfan lowered his forehead. "Please, Mar. Don't ask me again. I really think about a lot of things in my brain. So please stop asking. You better eat and sleep."

Wife according. Eat, then finish changing clothes and sleeping. It felt like the last words he said earlier hurt Mardiyah a little. But how else? In his brain, it was full of things. If Mardiyah continued to speak and forced her to eat, she was afraid of spontaneity in high notes, which hurt Mardiyah even more.

Lutfan sighed, rubbing his face with both hands. Then look up at the ceiling of this hotel room. Damn indeed. Why did Aryandra's speech still fill her brain? Though it had died down with the warm embrace of the wife. But remember again only because Mardiyah went down briefly to the lobby. Moreover, his wife had to go to the Regita wedding hall. Who would have thought if Mardiyah met Aryandra again, right?

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I met Aryandra from Abhimata there. You're not emotional until you kick him, right?

Aryandra again?! These guys are a bitch. Why the language is not far from the insolent Adyuta. Not to mention his sister-in-law, why did he tell Aldo? Don't know what he is? That crazy Aryandra dared to hurt her sister! Want Lutfan to shut up!

"Generic ..."

Lutfan nodded and looked to the left. It was seen that Mardiyah took a sitting position by looking at her from the top of the bed.

"Not to talk about him anymore" said Lutfan.

Mardiyah nodded for a moment. "Sorry."

Astarghfirullah's. What the hell did my mouth say like that? I don't like Mardiyah to talk about it. But why am I impressed to be as angry as he is, anyway?! inner Lutfan by gripping his hair strong.

"I can't sleep, Lutfan. If you still think this is good." Mardiyah walked towards the bag she was in, picked up the clothes she was wearing earlier. "I'd better move rooms. So you can--"

"I don't ask you to move rooms" said Lutfan quickly by staring at Mardiyah who turned out to use the shirt back. "Put off his shirt, Mar."

Mardiyah put the bag back and looked straight at Lutfan. "So you want me to like how? Sleep on? I can't sleep, Lutfan. If coming to Regita's wedding just for us to get into a gini fight. I better not come. I know what you think. You said you didn't have to take her. But the truth is what you think is still about him, right?"

"You're obviously angry, Lutfan. Though I'm just laughing to grab some food, and by God in the wedding hall I don't see him anymore either." Mardiyah was approaching Lutfan. "What the hell did he say to you? Until you become like this to me? Try to explain more details."

Lutfan fell silent, and threw away his face.

Mardiyah lowered her head, drawing closer to Lutfan. Then touched her husband's chin. "Look at me, Lutfan. I don't like it when I think it's gini. You're like a kid---"

"Little boy?" Lutfan looked at Mardiyah annoyed. "It's not you who wants to marry a child like me."

"Lutfan."

"What?!" Lutfan took off a touch of Mardiyah's hand on his chin. "You're not much different from him."

Mardiyah. As Lutfan pushed his wheelchair away, and entered the bathroom.

This is his fault. That one word really made Lutfan even more furious. Even for almost twenty-five minutes he waited, the bathroom door did not open. And the gurgling of water still continued to be heard. What is Lutfan doing inside? Why too long? He slowly got off the bed, he had put on his nightgown again. And as she recalled, Lutfan did not lock the bathroom.

The cold iron stuck on the transparent glass Mardiyah touched, and pushed it down. Until the bathroom door opens. The first thing he caught on entry was Lutfan sitting in a wheelchair bare-chested. It turned out that the shower lived to wander the body of her husband in a few minutes ago until now. Mardiyah shook her head, then rushed over and immediately turned off the shower.

"Lutfan, what the hell are you doing?! What if you're sick?"

Lutfan. "Well, you're in?"

"I'm worried about you." Mardiyah turned around to take the towel in a hurry. "Wear han--"

"No need to." Lutfan pulled the towel over until it fell and got wet. "Get out, you."

"Lutfan, I don't mean you--"

"No horror, anyway? Out, Mar!" sentak Lutfan's.

Mardiyah out. Lutfan was stinging withholding emotions. Maddened. I'm crazy! I snapped him? it is her mind that keeps wondering. Mouth, shit! Lutfan immediately pushed his wheels back. Quickly get out of the bathroom without drying.

When we got to the front. He saw Mardiyah take off her sleeping dress, leaving behind a black tank top, as well as shorts. Then his wife looked down to take the clothes she was wearing for the condition earlier.

"Mar, wait." Mardiyah looked at Lutfan. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to snatch--"

"I understand, really. You don't mean that." Mardiyah continued to wear her clothes.

Lutfan held Mardiyah's hand again. "Mar, why are you wearing clothes again? Your interior is wet. Let's go to the bathroom, get a towel first. If you want to move to another room. Okay. I'm a permit, but then. You want to first, huh? You'll get sick later, Mar."

Mardiyah.

"Mar, don't you beat me up? I'm your husband."

Mardiyah stopped putting on clothes. He stared at Lutfan flatly. "I am also your wife, Lutfan. How can I not worry about you too? While you're free to ban me, tell me anything. You are like gini! Why do you worry about me? If you are not like yourself? If I get sick, that's my business, right? You don't have to forbid me, you don't tell me. If you can't catch me yourself. Why do I beat you up, Lutfan?"

"I know, I called you wrong like a kid. But the root of our problem is Aryandra." Netra Mardiyah was teary. "And maybe you can put all your emotions on me. I said I never had anything with him. I'm not even in anything with him! Why are you so angry? Though earlier .. Your ka is fine with me. But why are you getting angry again?"

He's crying. God fucking. Fucking mouth! inner Lutfan with a strong grip wheelchair. Before long, a chill suddenly swept across his field chest and back. "Mar, later you can get sick," he said.

"This is my body, Lutfan. My pain won't affect you." Mardiyah had finished wearing all her clothes. Even including the veil. And without Lutfan realize Mardiyah again approached him with a towel. "wear. You don't make Umma worry."

"Your clothes are on the bed. I'm out for a minute." I don't want us to fight like this. Lutfan pain feels, continued Mardiyah in the heart.

Note:

Why suddenly fight?

Yes, because they are two living beings of different sexes. Lutfan is a man who has a tendency to be selfish (although not all gini but usually gini) men tend not to accept, but, and don't want anything that belongs to him in the nosy, or in the claims of each other. Not to mention, there is a basic human nature that is easy to forgive but never forget. Yes, like, this Lutfan who suddenly thought, but had been hugging spoiled. Yeah, not pa-pa. I'm a woman if I have a character who has ever done 2 the same person before, it must be thought.

So, yes it is natural. Please, no one to comment, "Kok suddenly got into a fight. It doesn't make sense!"

Make sense! Because even though Lutfan is fiction, he's my creation. He has feelings in this novel. So-called.

Happy fasting, yes! Thank you for the vote and the flowers. Thank you for being faithful since I was on MT/NT with my first story Almahyra. Oh yea. WIYATI wants to end one more episode after that Linggar story with Shanum lyrical. But the flow I changed. Linggar tetep General Manager and Shanum tep Master TK. Keep waiting, yeah!