Three Years Different

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Mardiyah knew Lutfan's mind would continue like that. But to be bothered as a wife, really sincere Mardiyah. Because as time goes on to repay Umma Sarah's kindness by marrying Lutfan, no longer just to take care of his child. Except to obey Lutfan like a devoted wife.

Umm Sarah never demanded that she love Lutfan. Or even to choose Lutfan as husband. On that day he still clearly remembered, Umma Sarah allowed him to cancel the marriage that had been set, because of the circumstances of Lutfan after the accident. Which ended up paralyzed. The sadness of his stepmother, Umma Sarah must have increased, and as an adopted child who was so dear to him, Mardiyah chose to accept marriage.

The thought had crossed, that maybe Lutfan would not treat him as well as he used to. Because honestly Lutfan so much changed, no call Kak Mar anymore even though he did not want to be called like that. In fact, he also remembered, for the incident Aryandra who consciously dared to pull him into the car. Lutfan simply asked, 'does he like to be treated like that?' Though Lutfan who never rated it low.

As time goes by. When the wedding has happened. He knew the cause of Lutfan asking such a bad question. It was obviously because the man had had feelings for her for a long time.

"I'm sorry I thought nothing of it."

"I understand you're nervous."

Lutfan suddenly smiled faintly. "I want to hug."

"Can." Mardiyah spread both hands. "This is my same decadence."

Lutfan touching Mardiyah's waist. Because his wife suddenly stood up and pulled her head closer to her chest. "I don't understand your thoughts anymore, Mar. You are not just different from other women. You're more rare, rarely met."

"I believe that good women exist, but if for the lack of a partner who clearly seems, it will be difficult, Mar. I can be found with you, I'm really grateful, until I don't think about what good I'm doing until I have a wife like you," continued Lutfan.

Mardiyah felt Lutfan's hand tighten even the man's breath felt on his open arm. "You've done a lot, Lutfan. You may not realize it."

"You are also much. But why do you have to .. can husband kayak-ya means, why should ... like me?"

Mardiyah's hand that rubbed the mane behind Lutfan immediately stopped. "What are you really why? You're good, Lutfan. You're also responsible, I don't complain about you." Maybe just .. You are a little more jealous, he continued in his heart.

"You know what, Mar?" Lutfan.

"What?"

"You're like an angel to know. Not only is your heart beautiful, but your heart is also good." Seeing Mardiyah smiling thinly looking at him. Lutfan said again, "Your mother, more precisely my mother-in-law. He if he's alive would be so proud of you." And I'm really thankful that she gave birth to you in this world, Mar. Even though he had to go that way, he continued.

Mardiyah just smiled faintly.

"I used to think, I think to make you a wife is impossible. Because obviously you will find an older husband and can protect you. I'm not like I'm below your age, and sometimes I'm still unstable" Lutfan said.

"Your life has nothing to do with it. You are more responsible than men who are above you" replied Mardiyah. "And if the problem is unstable. You're sometimes a little unstable."

"That's right. Age is insistent, the proof is that you are unstable," said Lutfan slowly by removing one of his hands from Mardiyah's waist.

Mardiyah shook her head quickly. "No, Lutfan. I just say sometimes. I'm not pa-pa slowly will be able to fix it."

Lutfan nodded. "Well, all of a sudden I can't make the right decision, or if I suddenly make a mistake. You should ingetin me, huh?"

"Yes, Lutfan."

Bakda Magrib Mama Cecilia came alone with her driver. Mardiyah, who had just folded, heard the news in a hurry to get out of the room, to welcome her father's wife.

"Have you finished your prayers, son?"

Mardiyah took the couch and replied, "Have, ... Ma."

"sorry. Mama didn't come here to say."

"No pa-pa. What's the matter Mama's here?"

Mama Cecilia looked at him. "Have it been opened that the courier sent earlier?"

"It."

"Have you read it too?"

"It."

Cecilia got up to take another seat, but next to Mardiyah. Her hand touched the back of her husband's son. "Around five o'clock. Mama's man told me that the nursing home your grandmother lived in has been found where the address is. So Mama's here to ask for permission to take you there tomorrow."

"I want to, Ma," said Mardiyah quickly.

"Mama knows you want to. But Mama has to ask your husband for permission." Cecilia's eyes are all over. "Where is he?"

Shortly the sound of the door knocking. Lutfan came with Abian who immediately bothered to run back to the dormitory. Her husband entered slowly, with a faint smile looking at Mama Cecilia.

"Lutfan, huh?"

Lutfan nodded. "Yes, Mom."

"I'm here." Mama Cecilia glanced at Mardiyah for a moment. "You're asking permission to take Mardiyah to the nursing home tomorrow morning."

"Make Grandma my wife?" ask Lutfan. "If it is. I'm going to izini."

Mardiyah replied, "If I ask Lutfan not pa-pa, Ma?"

"No pa-pa." Mama Cecilia's view turned to Lutfan. "But you don't work, Lutfan?"

"I can take a day off, Mom."

Cecilia nodded. "good. So, tomorrow morning we leave." He stood up straight. And a farewell to the guest dormitory. It turns out that Mama Cecilia had already met with Umma Sarah. Her in-laws, immediately gave a place to stay for Mom, he continued. Jyotika Ira is still close to the orphanage. But Mama Cecilia prefers to appreciate Umma Sarah.

"Lutfan you really can take a day off tomorrow?"

Lutfan who was staring at the door now turned to look at the wife. "God can."

"Yes, let's eat. I just fried mujair. Wanna?"

Lutfan nodded. "By me, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

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"With Mother Cecilia Maharani Adiwangsa?"

Mama Cecilia looks to nod. "Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you for the donation you made, Mom. Our side is very, very helpful," said the caretaker of the nursing home.

He and Lutfan just looked up from the waiting seat. I don't know what Mama Cecilia and that Mardiyah can't hear anymore. The caretaker said her grandmother's name. After a few minutes, Mama Cecilia stood up.

"Your grandmother's in the hospital, son."

Netra Mardiyah widened, she was shocked. "In ... Which hospital?"

"It's definitely not Adiwangsa Hospital." Mama Cecilia let out a heavy sigh, occasionally massaging her forehead. "The parlour says we're not allowed to visit, son. Because he just got into the hospital."

"But the sa .. yes his family, Ma." Lutfan's warm hands felt like they were touching his waist. "Can't you see it from the outside?"

"It's not a contagious disease. But his situation was really no good anymore. So your mother's advice is to go home with your husband, let all Mama take care of it until your Grandma moves to Adiwangsa hospital," explained Mama Cecilia.

Mardiyah paused for a moment to look at Mama Cecilia. How can a woman be as heartless as an angel? Mama Cecilia seemed to forget that her grandmother was the mother of Zanitha, a woman loved by her husband. If you remember the story of Mama Cecilia's marriage, immediately make him realize, that being a wife and mother requires sincerity of heart. His spaciousness in accepting destiny really made Mardiyah amazed.

"Not pa-pa, is it, son? Mama told the driver Mama anter you first," said Mama Cecilia, again.

Mardiyah nodded slowly. Before approaching Lutfan, Mardiyah got up to get closer to Mama Cecilia. Even spontaneously he said, "I ... can hug ... Mama?"

"Huh?" Mama Cecilia was obviously surprised.

"I ... Can you hug Mama?"

Mama Cecilia nodded and spread her hands. "Can. Here, Son."

I never knew my life would be like this. Having Umma Sarah and Lutfan alone has made me very happy. But meeting with you, far makes me many times happier than meeting my own father. The warm hand rubbed his back. Even a few times he felt his head on being kissed. Ma, Mama know? If I have children. I want to be like Mama Cecilia.

"Sorry Mama, son."

Why should I apologize, Ma? I reckon. I'm the one who should apologize. Thanks for everything, Ma. I really feel I have a mother, Mardiyah continued in her heart.