Three Years Different

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Eleven o'clock. He said for a moment, but until now has not gone home, the inner Lutfan who continues to look at the clock that is right on the table next to the bed. His hand from earlier could not be silent, while trying to call Mardiyah. His wife left her cell phone.

Lutfan was really worried. This fucking mouth. How did you get to snarl Mardiyah? If the Ummanya to know, he will be lectured even not hesitate to be hit directly. Honestly, he was jealous, honestly until now he did not accept all the treatment of Aryandra to his wife. But he should have realized that everything Mardiyah said was true. It's all over. And why should he remember? Then jealous of the things that became his wife's past?

Again he stared at the clock. If in brackets fifteen minutes Mardiyah does not go home. Lutfan is going out, to find his wife. No matter what, as long as his hands were still useful, he would definitely be able to ride the elevator on his own without anyone's help.

He hasn't returned yet? O Allah, the inner Lutfan who began to walk near the door. It's out. Soon had to find Mardiyah, not to mention the clothes used by his wife was still wet. What if you suddenly catch a cold? Ah, he's going crazy. Why did this elevator open so long? Eat only duration!

Ting!

Open elevator. When Lutfan wants to push the wheel. Her net was caught up in that sad look. The person he was about to look for was in front of him, standing straight by looking straight at him.

"Where are you going?"

Lutfan.

"Lutfan?"

Lutfan answered softly, "Find you."

Mardiyah approached. Until the elevator door closed again, slowly the wife walked to the back and pushed her wheelchair to enter the hotel room.

"Where are you from?"

"Shirt shop."

Lutfan was relieved when he heard Mardiyah's reply. Once you get near the bed, push on the wheelchair to a stop. Mardiyah immediately put down her bag, and asked permission to go to the bathroom. Moments later she came out wearing a knee-length sleeping dress with a thin string on both of her shoulders.

"I washed my clothes. Tomorrow I want to take it home," said Mardiyah.

"Yes." Yeah."

Lutfan looked at Mardiyah from top to bottom. "You've changed the inside?"

"Udah."

Lutfan sighed. Relieved. At least the wife will be fine, as all the wet clothes have been changed. The room temperature dropped a little, so it was not too cold. Because honestly shower guy had really made him feel bad.

"Lutfan."

"What?"

Mardiyah's hand was raised touching Lutfan's forehead to his neck several times. "Are you all right?"

"I'm not pa-pa." Lutfan took the wife's hand that was on her neck. Pull the hand to get closer to the lips. "I'm sorry, Mar."

Mardiyah just stared.

"I if angry snarl you. But I didn't intend that. I have been a few times. But still think the same thing he said." Lutfan looked down. One of his hands felt on Mardiyah's waist, then pulled slowly and resuscitated her head on the wife's chest. "You can hit me. Let me realize. But don't go for long. I'm .. I'm really worried."

"I just went to the store" replied Mardiyah.

Lutfan is getting hugs. "But, long. I'm still worried. You cry because I snapped, not to mention the underwear you wear wet. Definitely cold. If suddenly you are what? I can't help you."

"I'm fine."

Lutfan takes off a hug. Then looked up at Mardiyah's slightly swollen eyes. "How long do you cry?"

Mardiyah threw away her face. "I'm going to take--"

His hands were held by Lutfan. Until Mardiyah failed to turn around and dodge. "certainly old. If so, you give me an approximate time. Hit me where it is not pa-pa" said Lutfan.

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

Mardiyah. "Let's go to sleep, Lutfan."

"Hit me first let me---"

"Make what? I don't want to." Mardiyah lowered her hands on Lutfan's waist and helped her husband stand up. "Come, I'll help you get to bed."

The morning. Around eight o'clock Lutfan and Mardiyah left the Lazuardi Hotel. Mardiyah's heart wants to come to the outlet, but considering that later tonight is a Sunday event together. He chose to go home first by being delivered by Cak Sur.

"Bak Mar, where did you stop?"

"No, Skirt. Straight to the parlor."

Cak Sur drove the car. Until nearly an hour passed, the car entered the orphanage. Mardiyah looked out the window at the orphanage children looked busy arranging chairs. Even some were seen lifting up cardboard drinks and some were carrying glasses and plates.

"Sir, just stop here."

Cak Sur turned off the engine. "I'll help you with the goods, ma'am."

"Mboten, Cak. I can be alone. Thanks, yes, Miss."

"Sami-sami, Ma'am."

Mardiyah came out and hurriedly entered the house. When he was inside, he immediately went to the back garden to dry his clothes and Lutfan who was wet last night.

"Mardi!"

The voice of Umma, the inner Mardiyah who immediately turned around after drying the last t-shirt. "Yes, Umma. Mardiyah in the back garden!"

"Yes Allah Umma's son-in-law. Did you wash your clothes immediately?" ask Umma Sarah.

Mardiyah. "No, Umma."

"Continue why all wet? It didn't rain last night. You may not be the same as Lutfan-ah, yes. Um understand, son."

"Mardiyah is the same Lutfan does not say anything Umma," said Mardiyah quickly who did not want to be misunderstood.

Umma Sarah laughed lightly. "If you don't do anything, don't pa-pa, son. The married man. No one is forbidden."

Mardiyah bit her lower lip slowly. He was ashamed, surely Umm Sarah thought of a no-no. Even though last night he and Lutfan were only hit by a shower, that was also he and Lutfan did nothing.

"Not to be ashamed. Same with Umma." Umma Sarah took Mardiyah's hand, and pulled slowly to walk along. "Invitation for the event later tonight has been sent all. I usually ask you to help, son? Who brings the show later Banyu. You like to help Umma welcome guests. Wants, right?"

"Yes, Umma. Now Mardiyah wants to change clothes first, continue to the soup kitchen to help others," said Mardiyah.

Umm Sarah rubbed her daughter-in-law's back. "Yes, change it up, son."

Her dark, wet mane of chocolate was scattered to her lower back. When he came out he circulated the view, it turned out to be safe. Lutfan is not here yet. The small steps approach the closet, at the sight of one by one the arrangement of clothes. Where's my tank top? Out of work? I haven't washed-akh, that is! On top? Since when did I put it there? Mardiyah nastily clasped her legs while holding a towel. Unfortunately, not until he took the tank top, the sound of the door opening spontaneously made him surprised and immediately fell with his feet hit hard on the closet.

"Mara! You're not pa-pa?" The door closed Lutfan violently when he realized the appearance of his wife. "Can you stand up?"

Mardiyah nodded slowly.

"Why are you doing this? Take what?"

Mardiyah stood up slowly, holding Lutfan's hands together. "You take it upstairs."

"Take what?"

"Tank top." Mardiyah looked at Lutfan. "You're really ngaggetin' me. I thought who it was."

Mardiyah was led by Lutfan to step slowly sitting on the edge of the bed. "Who else do you think goes into this room but me, Mar? See that ... Oh, my God, your bloody thigh is a wound."

Spontaneous Mardiyah lowered her head. His forehead instantly shriveled when he saw that his left inner thigh was injured. He wondered how he had fallen? Until I get hurt in this part?

"Open his thigh, Mar." Lutfan held back Mardiyah's legs that were about to close each other. "You're that, though."

"E-don't. I can do it myself!" Mardiyah brushed off Lutfan's hand with flushed cheeks. It's too embarrassing. It can't be that clear in front of Lutfan. Not to mention that he was not even dressed at all. "Lutfan, zebir. I don't want to."

"I'm a medicine man, Mar."

Again Mardiyah shook her head and shook Lutfan's hand. "I can do it myself."

"How can you do it yourself?" Lutfan pointed at Mardiyah's hand. "Your left hand hold the top towel. Your right hand also holds the bottom towel. How do you get your own medicine, huh?"

"In the bathroom" replied Mardiyah slowly.

"Why do I have to be in the bathroom if I can? There's me anyway, why don't you want me to help you?" Lutfan looked at. "You're still mad at me?"

Mardiyah.

"Keep why?"

"I'm ashamed, Lutfan," said Mardiyah by closing her thighs tightly.

Lutfan smiled thinly. Masya Allah. Whose wife is here? Very sweet, his mind by looking at every body Mardiyah that is not covered with a towel. The aroma of soap and shampoo is still clearly smelled, mingled which is characteristic of Mardiyah's body aroma. "Why embarrassed? I'm your husband, Mar."

"Yes I know. But ... We no longer want to do it - I mean ja-in weird like what if I was in front of you," explained Mardiyah stammering.

One of Lutfan's eyebrows shot up. "Oh. So we have to intend to do it first you want to open pa---"

"Lutfan! How you fucked me!"

Lutfan laughed lightly and pulled his wheelchair closer to the closet, then picked up another towel. Back to Mardiyah. "wear first. I closed my eyes. Promise will not see."

Mardiyah quickly confirmed her sitting position. Slowly open his thighs and cover the parts he did not want to show Lutfan. "Udah."

"Can I take medicine?"

Mardiyah nodded. Lutfan's hand began to move to treat a small wound in his wife's inner thigh. Thank goodness it's just a small scratch, not too deep either. It can be covered with handsaplast.

"Done. Sorry, huh? Next time I want to go in, I'll knock on the door first" Lutfan said.

"Yes, not pa-pa." Mardiyah got up and was about to push Lutfan's wheelchair away. But was held strong by the man. "Surge, Lutfan. I'm gonna get dressed."

"Wear clothes?"

Mardiyah looked down at Lutfan who was looking at her with sayu. "Yes. I'm gonna get dressed. Please take your hands off."

"Mar ..."

"What?"

"You're tired, aren't you?"

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. The question that Lutfan should already know the answer to. Because from the moment it came, Mardiyah had been busy helping with this cooking, wrapping this and others. If it is said to be tired, of course he is tired.

"What do you want to tell me?"

Lutfan wet his lips. "I told you nothing. Just ..."

"What's free?"

Lutfan swallowed his saliva. "I ... Ma-u is with you."

"That's ap-" Mardiyah regained her senses as she glanced downwards. So, she ... want it late afternoon gini? his mind immediately sighed.

"You're tired, huh? If tired is not us--"

Mardiyah immediately replied, "It's not just pa-pa, is it?" You see, I have another task that is not finished yet, he continued in his heart.

"No pa-pa. I promise not long."

Mardiyah sat back down. But not opening the towel. She waited for Lutfan who started first with a focused look on her husband's face.

"Why silence?"

Lutfan returned his gaze. "Mar ..."

"Hm?"

"When you sit down, pa-pa?"

"Huh?" Mardiyah gawked at Lutfan's request. It's a little bit of an aching. Because only twice he had an intimate relationship that really worked with Lutfan. But all of a sudden this man in front of him asked for such a thing? "Yes not pa-pa."

"You want to, right?"

Mardiyah's cheeks flushed red, staring in the other direction. "I told you, didn't I?"

"If so you sit here" said Lutfan.

Netra Mardiyah widened. "In ... kur-si wheel?"

"Yes. It's sitting down."

Come on, Mardiyah. Why should I be ashamed of this? Things like this are natural, right? Lutfan's demand is also within normal limits. Why should I be surprised to even refuse? mardiyah's inner self-assured. "His safety?"

Lutfan raised his hand. "It."