Three Years Different

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"I asked you, Lutfan."

Lutfan sighed, choosing to break eye contact with his wife. "It's better not to, Mar. You are married. You are my wife, all your rights are my responsibility, right? And anyways ... Mr. Gautama is just your biological father. There is no legal marriage between Mr. Gautama and your mother. I'm also afraid that Rajendra's macem will be with you."

"I don't have bad intentions. But I think he's mentally disturbed, Mar. If your family is only Abhimata, like Abhimana, I will permit you. But there's Rajendra, I'm really worried about that" Lutfan continued.

Mardiyah agreed. Rajendra won't be that easy to accept. The man was too rude. I can't even talk well. He still remembers Rajendra forcing him to walk while he was ill.

"Yes," said Mardiyah.

Spontaneous Lutfan looked. "You mad?"

"No. I agree with your decision. Tomorrow when you meet Mama Cecilia, you want to help me talk without mentioning Rajendra's name?"

Lutfan nodded.

Mardiyah, who had been looking at her husband on the edge of the bed, chose to stand up. Honestly, he really likes the assertiveness of Lutfan at this time. Compared to when Lutfan chose to allow him to the Lazuardi Hotel and ended up not being returned. He didn't think badly of Mama Cecilia at all. But according to him, things like this do require a firm decision from Lutfan. For regardless of age, Lutfan had become her husband, the man who should lead her. As long as Lutfan's path is right, he won't feel angry, disappointed or even disapproved.

Slowly his right hand landed on Lutfan's right cheek. And with a thin smile Mardiyah briefly peeked at the head of her husband.

"You've been kissing me there lately" Lutfan said.

"Yes. Why?" Netra Mardiyah switched her eyes. "Do you not like it?"

"Like. But the others will too."

Rows of white teeth Mardiyah seen when hearing Lutfan's request. "If you are in the room. If you're outside don't ask for it."

"It should be, Mar. The place is closed."

Spontaneous Mardiyah hit Lutfan's shoulder softly. "Basic! You are this."

"Mar ..."

"What?"

Lutfan who had been down, looked at his two legs for a moment. Now look. "I want to talk. You want to be horrified?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you going to sit?"

Mardiyah.

"Then the accident. You know that, right? My feet are really useless. I can slowly move to my own bed. But long ago I felt ..." Lutfan broke eye contact with a bow. "My legs are numb. I don't think I can touch my feet anymore, Mar."

"The doctor said I could recover. But it is impossible to be able to one hundred percent of the normal path again" continued Lutfan.

Mardiyah's hand rubbed her husband's head. "It doesn't have to be a hundred percent pa-pa, Lutfan. I told you once, didn't I really don't mind--"

"I do mind." Lutfan clutching his wheelchair firmly. "I can still work. I can afford you. But if you're just a nurse like a waitress for what, Mar? I'm afraid for a long time you feel like that, I'm also afraid you feel that living with me is just hard."

"I will never feel like that, Lutfan," said Mardiyah by pulling her husband's chin slowly. "Look at me."

Lutfan looked at Mardiyah.

"Why do you have to mind?"

"Yes because of the effect you're not my wife."

Mardiyah quickly. "I'm your wife, right? Caring for, serving, and all the things I do every day, it's a wife's job."

"Who said it?"

"You have temen, right? Try asking your girl friends, they must also think that what you do every day--"

"No. My friends would never have thought of it," argued Mardiyah who began to take a seat on the lip of the bed and pulled Lutfan also approached her. "Sir Devina, either Regita who just married Regan."

"Have you ever asked?"

Mardiyah. "No need to ask, I already know their answer."

"What emang? Your friends are career women, Mar. In fact, you too, just the difference suddenly you resign," said Lutfan.

Mardiyah smiled faintly and shook her head inexhaustibly. "In your mind it must be embedded that career women tend not to want to be treated like you mentioned earlier, right?"

"Emang really, right? I'm not talking too much."

"Lutfan, horrify me." Mardiyah took Lutfan's hand and placed it on her cheek. "If I still work till this moment. I want to make you a top priority. Because my principle in housekeeping is to obey my husband."

"Observate husband?" ask Lutfan, repeat.

Mardiyah nodded.

"If your principles are like that, they'll be hard on you, Mar. Not to mention if you have a random husband," explained Lutfan.

"But you've never been a fool, Lutfan." Mardiyah's hand rubbed gently on the back of her husband's hand. "You should know. That principle I've been honing since I was seventeen."

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why do you think you have such a principle?"

Mardiyah looked the other way, remembering something that made her have such a principle. "Because I want heaven. Ummi Salamah used to tell in front of the girls of the orphanage. He said, if you are married, obey your husband. Then you will be given permission to enter heaven from any door. So .. yes I suddenly think principled like that."

Lutfan laughed lightly and shook his head. "Seventeen-year-old girls are thinking about marriage? Well, you must've married at those ages to your boyfriend, right?"

"No. I just thought, I don't want to marry. I have never had a boyfriend" replied Mardiyah in self-defense.

"Where can the guys deketin you. Your face is always flat like that, Mar." Lutfan's hand touched Mardiyah's lips. "Even I'm sure, you're just smiling at certain people, right?"

Mardiyah nodded.

"But jerk. How can it be from the age of seventeen to now twenty-three years, your principles have never changed?" ask Lutfan with a serious mimic.

"I told you, right? I want heaven." Enough I was born as a sin in the scorn of man. Later if I die, I want you to be one of the people who admit that I deserve heaven from my baktu to you, his mind in tears. "Generic ..."

"Hey, how do you cry?" Lutfan rubbed the tail of Mardiyah's eyes which suddenly shed tears.

"Heaven of a child is his mother. I .. do not have a mother. But after I get married .. heaven I'm you." Mardiyah. "Then before you make your own decision. I want to talk and reiterate again, if I sincerely accept everything that is in you."

"There is not a single thought in my mind that explains the difficulty in serving you." Mardiyah looked up again. "Because I think being equal should not ignore the square of a woman as a wife."

Lutfan just stared.

"As long as you can respect me as a wife. Why should I conclude that being your wife is like a nurse or a servant?"

Mind him .. mature. Why can ... He think that? What do I think is the opposite? inner Lutfan.