Three Years Different

95 :

"Finally done, Lut."

Lutfan who had seen earlier could not be separated from Aryandra's seat. Finally answered, "Lo is late."

"Feelings, deh." Aldo looked at the little boys who had just performed the sholawat down the stage. "It's a little late, Lut."

Lutfan looked up at Aldo. "Udah you don't have to bacot. Let's help me clean up later."

"Aah, I'm not satisfied yet with the show. I'm done with the show" complained Aldo.

Lutfan is busy pulling the cable that connects to the loudspeaker. But his eyes never escaped from the reception, where Aryandra and Mardiyah passed each other again.

Smiles all over again. I am surprised, shameless. I knew Mardiyah's wife still did not want to keep the distance, Lutfan's mind was upset.

"Heh where do you see your eyes?! Focus, Lut. Focus up! Which you unplug is the cables," Aldo said.

Lutfan immediately replied, "Yes-yes. I also understand. I'm focused too!"

"Mardiyah, may I speak to you for a moment?"

Mardiyah who had intended to be friendly by displaying a knotty smile for Aryandra. Confined already, because this man in front of him had brashly mentioned his name again.

"That's Ma'am, being spoken to by the way" whispered Salsa.

Spontan Mardiyah replied, "If I have time. Please move, many other guests."

Aryandra nodded and left.

Mardiyah never wanted to ignite the flames of Lutfan's anger again. But Aryandra is an important guest invited by her in-laws, Umma Sarah. If he does not connect well, it will make a bad impression on Al-Hikmah orphanage.

After giving the last parcel to one of the Citaprasada family. Mardiyah immediately circulated the view, looking for where she had been her husband. As he looked to the left, it turned out that Lutfan was standing near the loudspeaker while unplugging the wires, perhaps.

"Sal, I'm going to Lutfan first."

"Sweep, Ma'am."

Mardiyah intended to see Lutfan first, to ask for permission to talk to Aryandra.

"Lutfan."

Her husband immediately looked over. "Gapain come here? Is the package finished?"

"It has. I'm here for permission. If you're nagging too I'm not pa-pa."

Lutfan's forehead shrivels. "What adultery?"

"He .. wants to talk he said."

"Ac ... a? He was vain-" Lutfan instantly understood he was meant by his wife. "If I ban it?"

"I told you, no pa-pa." Even better. I also do not want to find the person, continued Mardiyah in her heart.

Lutfan breaks eye contact with Mardiyah. Then focus on the cables. "I don't want to ban you, later you think I'm possessive."

If it's like this. You better be possessive. Instead of you allowing it and ending up in our quarrel again it is free, Lutfan, the inner Mardiyah seemed to explain to her husband. "I never thought that way about you."

"Y-yeah, that's it." Lutfan's cheeks suddenly turned red. I don't know, hearing Mardiyah ask for permission like this made her feel very appreciated. "I don't want you to meet him."

Mardiyah's reflexes lowered her head, touching Lutfan's hand. Even unconsciously Mardiyah briefly pecked at the head of her husband. Which immediately made the empu more red blush.

"Eh? A-anu. Ma-afs. I was there first!" Mardiyah turned around. Even in a hurry to get away from the crowd. How can I kiss her?! Astaghfirullah, where in front of many people, the inner Mardiyah was holding both cheeks. The pleasure of Lutfan's ban, to meet Aryandra really made him not aware that he was outside the room.

Salwa who had appeared out of nowhere suddenly nudged his arm. "Cie, Sister Mar. Pleasant in public, already married."

"What mesra-mesraan?"

"Kissing in front of singles is polite time, Ma'am?"

"Astaghfirullah." Did Salwa see it too? Mardiyah was getting flushed but she tried to control herself. "That's not exactly the name. Ma'am people are just short kisses, no kisses jutting into the show. After all, it's spontaneity."

"What kind of "spontaneity? To that extent? Tell me if you want to show off, use excuses yes," seduced Salwa.

Mardiyah replied, "Spontaneity husband and wife her name. Later if you are married, surely you will know what Mbak means."

"Ck. Longtime. Why wait for marriage?"

Aldo who appeared out of nowhere suddenly said, "Stay halal, Salwa! If Kiai Bashir says, marry first, let anything done be a reward. That's where you got married, Sal!"

"What hell! Aldo's brother is following up on a female conversation!" protestations.

Apparently, Salwa did talk to a lot of anyone. Even Aldo is like this. What if ... they were a match? mardiyah's shaking mind is impossible, because of the very distant age between the two. "Salwa, let's help Ma'am do the dishes."

"Ready!"

One day later. Precisely this morning there was a courier who delivered something to Mardiyah, the courier said that the one who sent was Cecilia Maharani, or Mama Cecilia. Abhimata did not give any news, so to be honest he was still confused, what is the content behind a flat post like only containing paper.

"Who are you from, son?"

"I-it's Umma, from Mama Cecilia."

Umma Sarah smiled faintly. "Yes it's open. That's your parents. Go to the kitchen first, okay?"

"Yes, Umma."

Mardiyah took a seat on the living room sofa. His net looked at the long brown envelope in his hand, slowly tearing off the tip of the envelope and taking out its contents.

The photo? Paper .... What is this? inner Mardiyah.

This photo is not very clear, indeed the print looks new but the background and others are very clear that it is an old photo. And also the people in the photo were like family, there was a man, a woman and a baby about 1 year old who were carried.

Mardiyah really did not know what this photo meant. Baffled. So he prefers to look at papers that might be written something.

"Da-ta ... Zanitha?" Netra Mardiyah widened when reading the first page of writing. "Mother? ... My mammy?"

Name : Zanitha.

Born: Surabaya, October 18, 1979.

Died: Surabaya, February 5, 1999.

Residence : Raya Roses Street No. 8, Surabaya.

Child : Single.

Parents: Ali Khasan and Aisha.

It was a short life history. When Netra Mardiyah looked down there was a page there was a print like an obsolete newspaper that had been published for years.

In 1999, a woman ended her life by gulping poison. The woman was Zanitha. A woman who has just given birth for about 5 days. Police did not find the baby. It even states that the baby may be dead or thrown out of nowhere.

So really no one knows where I am? mardiyah's mind glazed as she looked at everything told by Gautama was real. Even the death of the mother who gulped poison was not a mere story.

He tried to toughen up by rubbing the tip of his nose. He looked down with his hands.

One year interval. In fact, in 2000. Both of Zanitha's parents heard the news of her son's death. Because on the day Zanitha said she was pregnant, both of her parents immediately expelled her. That same year, Ali Khasan and Aisha lived only to find their only grandchildren, until two years later Ali Khasan died. Aisha is still alive today. Neighbors nearby said that Aisha was living in a nursing home.

"Grandmother? W-can I see Grandma?" Something sharp felt many times over piercing his chest. So hurt. His hand touched the photo again. "This photo ... Mother's family? And ... This baby is I-bu?"

"Mardi."

"Nrank ..." Without warning Mardiyah immediately stood hugging Umm Sarah. "Mama Cecilia is really good, she .. help Mardiyah find out about Mom. Umma ... Mardiyah's gonna see Mom, right?" Although only his headstone, Mardiyah did not pa-pa. That is more than enough, he continued.

"That Cecilia mom told you everything, son?"

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes. The courier sent the same photos of the data on the life of the mother, Umma."

"We're going to see Ms Cecilia? Make a talk about your mother?"

Mardiyah was silent for a moment hearing Lutfan's question. Will her husband really allow it? "I-i ..."

"I'm izini" said Lutfan.

"But I want to see him with you." Because honestly Mardiyah is still afraid of the same things that happened at that time. He did not want to part with Lutfan anymore. "You want to get me, right?"

"Yes. I'm temenin."

Mardiyah recalled not having told about Mama Cecilia's request to make herself bear the last name of Adiwangsa. "Lutfan, Sunday time with Abhimata said that I better use .. the last name of Adiwangsa behind my name. So too, Mama Cecilia wants to take custody of me as a child."

Lutfan.

"How do you think?"

Lutfan looked at. "Want to?"

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