Three Years Different

94: Week Together

Taking a shower for the second time is not bad either. But honestly it was exhausting. Magrib was lucky to be on time. And after all, Mardiyah was immediately busy with parcels that had to be moved to the front desk, to be given to the guests present. Lutfan's still in the room. Umma Sarah is still in the orphanage. Everyone seems to be very busy.

"Mbak Mar, who's the MC of sampean?" said Salsa who helped him put the parcel.

"No. Yum."

Salsa frowned. "Canyu? Senior boarding?"

"Yes. Umma asked her to be the host."

"Oh." Salsa seemed to change her expression, and immediately took a seat in the reception chair. "I guess sampaan."

"No, Sal. Why indeed?"

"No pa-pa, ma'am."

I heard the gate of the orphanage open. Mr. Budi helped also welcome the guest cars that had begun to arrive. Some of Mardiyah knew the owner of the car. Starting from the Citaprasada Family, the Jayantaka Family that he recently knew became a regular contributor. Until other families who refused to mention Mardiyah.

"Mbak Mar!"

"What?"

"Katae from today the Adiwangsa family also became a regular contributor" explained Salsa.

"Oh yeah?"

Salsa nodded with busy hands justifying the tablecloth. "Yes. The kids who sent me the invitation said."

It turns out this is the reason Mama Cecilia wants to come here, the inner Mardiyah who is still busy counting the parcels for the donors. "Good, dong. Thank God our orphanages are more donors, so children are more able to live well. Even if there are abandoned children, Umm can enter the orphanage as well, make it a part of us."

"Come on. But I did not expect the Adiwangsa family to know our orphanage. There are also many orphanages in the city?" wonder Salsa.

Because they know there is one of his family here, Mardiyah replied in her heart. "You don't have to think about it, Sal."

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi. Peace ..."

At exactly eight o'clock the show starts. All the children of the home present themselves with various talents that become entertainment and welcome for guests. There are also several small bazars that sell a variety of handmade items.

Umma Sarah, Umm Salamah, and Aunt Sulis and their children came to help. Lutfan was seen sitting near the parcel chair staring towards the stage. While Mardiyah and Salsa stood in the back seat, to help guests who might need instructions to the toilet.

"Gus Jafar with Mbak Alma not coming, yo Mbak?" ask Salsa.

Mardiyah. "Ummi said Alma wasn't feeling well. So, Gus Jafar Nemani Alma at home."

Salsa nodded in understanding. Before long, the Mardiyah device in the front pocket shook. There is one incoming notification from the chat application.

Abhimata

Brother where?

Mardiyah did not reply to the message. Instead of staring straight at the place where Abhimata and Mama Cecilia were sitting.

^^^Rear.^^^

^^^What's the matter?^^^

Abhimata

I'm going to the toilet, brother

^^^I inter. Quick to the back.^^^

Mardiyah could see Abhimata standing up from the guest chair and approaching her with a knotty smile. Salsa was obviously very surprised, because just now he and Salsa were talking about the Adiwangsa family. But suddenly this man of Adiwangsa descent came closer.

"Sister" said Abhimata.

Netra Salsa. While Mardiyah smiled faintly and replied, "Come on. I'm interrupting."

Abhimata thought of nothing. But his hands reflexively touched the fingers of the Brother and walked together in unison.

"If people see can misunderstand."

Abhimata's forehead shriveled. He knew his brother was talking about holding hands. "So, no, no, no. Some misunderstand people, not your brother's husband."

Mardiyah sighed.

"Don't you like your vacation in Japan?"

"Like."

Abhimata increasingly linked his fingers with a knotty smile. "I haven't set the date yet. Later if you can already vacation, Brother usually news when, yes?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mardiyah stopped her steps, followed by Abhimata. Then Mardiyah's hand pointed at the white door. "That's the toilet."

"Okay, I'm going in first. Wait, huh Brother?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Abhimata shook her head and touched Mardiyah's wrist, then pulled slowly to sit in the garden chair. "I want to talk to you about something, brother. Representing Mama. Because Mama's suddenly going to Jyotika Ira there's an important meeting."

"Can't you later?"

"Can't I talk now?"

Mardiyah sighed and took a seat. "What are you talking about?"

Abhimata chose to be silent for a few seconds. He even stared at the dark sky filled with stars. "Wouldn't you like to have the last name Adiwangsa? I mean, yeah I'm the same Mama knows that Brother is married. But last name's--"

"I don't deserve to use that name, Abhimata," argued Mardiyah.

"Who said that? Quickly, really. The Lunara Mardiyah Adiwangsa. That's good."

Mardiyah stared straight at the words she was about to say. "If I bear that name. Everyone will look at your father badly, Abhimata. Maybe even every time your Mama goes nowhere people will not hesitate to gossip or question my existence to your Mama later."

"I really don't want to, Mama ... Cecilia was denigrated by people, just because she willingly accepted her husband's child with another woman" continued Mardiyah.

Abhimata smiled faintly by closing her eyes, recalling the news written on social media about her extended family. "If in gunjing, if in despicable and others. Mama has often, brother. Mom immune. Because what? Because Rajendra. My own brother knows, right? How often does Rajendra make trouble? I don't need to explain how sick Mama is with people's gossip until Mama can't cry anymore."

"the essence now. Mama just wants to ... Sister became the legitimate child of Mama and Papa. Even Mama said when Brother was still in the villa, Mama came here, wanted to raise Brother to be a child. Let the custody of Sister fully belongs to Mama and Papa," continued Abhimata.

Mardiyah nodded slowly. "Complicated, Abhimata. I am also married. Taking care of your ID card, family card, even birth certificate is not that easy."

"What do you do if you don't do this to help people, sister?" Abhimata opened her eyes, she looked at the brother from the side. "Nothing complicated. Everything can be taken care of slowly. Mama Sama Papa just want Brother to be part of Adiwangsa. Not intending to take Brother from Lutfan again."

Mardiyah.

"I also want to be free to take Brother everywhere. So that if there is a raid or something, let it be easy to answer. If we are brother, brother" continued Abhimata.

"I'm going to Lutfan first." Mardiyah suddenly got up. "Let's go back to the show."

Lutfan could see Abhimata holding his wife before his eyes. Where are they going? his mind followed the direction the two men were walking. Until finally turn in a place that says toilet instructions. Turns out to go to the toilet. Very spoiled ask in between. Lutfan looked back at the stage.

اَلْهٰٮكُمُ التَّكَا ثُرُ 

al - haakumut - takaasur

"The glory has neglected you,"

(QS. At-Takasur 102: Verse 1)

حَتّٰى زُرْتُمُ الْمَقَا بِرَ 

hattaa zurtumul - maqoobir

"until you go into the tomb."

(QS. At-Takasur 102: Verse 2)

Lutfan looked down, heard the surah that Abian had read. This Surah can not make people like Aryandra aware? If not outrageous. Potang-ang kaya, have a business airplane carelessly same girl. Especially to Mardiyah! his inner self looked up at Aryandra from behind.

"Mas Lutfan."

Lutfan. "Yes?"

"There is Mas Aldo in front," said Mr. Budi.

Lutfan nodded. And turn the wheelchair to the public parking lot. As usual Aldo spoiled. Not wanting to enter without being picked up, how annoying. But Lutfan still picks up.

Arriving at the public parking lot. Lutfan saw Aldo meticulously looking at one of the guest cars. Like someone who is after.

"God! Why lo?"

Aldo was surprised not to play. "Crazy gears, Lut! My heart Lut, my heart O Allah astaghfirullah!"

"Well, what's wrong?" Lutfan pointed to the black BMW that Aldo was staring at. "That car. Lo incer?"

"Silver? Lo astaghfirullah Lut! Suudzon yes lo! You think I want to swing, huh?"

Lutfan shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows, right?"

"No, Lut. No!" Aldo turned the wheelchair back, then pushed slowly, saying, "Gue was astonished. That's a car, like Aryandra's. Not really, anyway?"

"Emang has him!"

Netra Aldo widened. "When did he come here so often?"

Since knowing that Mardiyah lives in this home, Inner Lutfan is upset by answering, "Since the Adyuta family became a permanent contributor."

"Now know me." Aldo. "Lo okay-okay she's coming, Lut? Not ... he, I mean, there was never a sam--- relationship"

"Who's the guy?" suhut Lutfan ketus.

"Regularly, Lut. I've heard you talk about in-"

"No! When do I talk about him?" argue Lutfan more taut.

Aldo. "Istighfar, Lut! Istighfar! I sewed very much with me. There's a demon in your heart!"