Three Years Different

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The return from the Nursery Home made Lutfan feel aware that his wife had found another happiness in life. That is, Mother Cecilia. Even until this moment he still does not believe that Miss Cecilia can love Mardiyah like a child. He seemed to forget that Mardiyah was the son of Mr. Gautama with other women.

What is the size of her heart?

Since the first meeting Lutfan always realized that Ms. Cecilia was a firm person. At that time he had clearly asked him about the lawsuit he signed. Honestly, he was immediately offended. How can a person who is not a mother of birth defend her husband's child in such a way? It was his right not to love his wife. But he chose to give all his love and affection for Mardiyah.

"Lutfan, why are you quiet?"

Lutfan. "No pa-pa. I want to be diem."

"You're weird."

Lutfan laughed lightly.

"If later. I met Grandma, what am I going to do, Lutfan?" Mardiyah looked out the window. "I must have hugged him. But ... will he know me?"

Lutfan took Mardiyah's hand, then pulled her closer to her left thigh. Until his wife looked at him. "Said Mr. Gautama with Doctor Gumira you look like your mother. I'm certain. He must know you immediately."

"As a mother?"

Lutfan replied, "Maybe. Therefore, after meeting you can be clear. If you were his granddaughter."

Mardiyah nodded.

Car stopped. Precisely at the usual outlet Lutfan guard, not at the orphanage. Because Mardiyah had suggested to stop by, his wife did not want a holiday to suddenly interfere with her work.

"Thank you, Sir. We're going down here, too," said Mardiyah.

Driver Bu Cecilia smiled kindly. "Okay, Young Miss. I'm pampering. Permission to pick up Mrs Cecilia."

"Please, Sir."

Young Miss? Mardiyah is my wife. It shouldn't be Miss anymore. More precisely Madam, the inner Lutfan who had just come down was aided by the driver and Mardiyah.

"I've never been to this outlet. Shame," whispered Mardiyah who was behind him had not deigned to push the wheelchair at all. "It looks like more of your employees are here, too. Than in the usual outlet that there is Mas Uwais."

"Mass?" Lutfan. "I'm not wrong?"

Mardiyah. "No. Isn't he? I call him ... Mas's? What do you want to call him besides Mas?"

It was so bad that he called someone else. Feelings used to be ordinary. I also do not want to be called Mas, the upset inner Lutfan wrestling with himself. "Udah. Comein. Don't be ashamed. They all know I'm married."

Lutfan's guess is right. All his employees teased Mardiyah. Because this outlet is the first outlet whose income is more than other outlets. So he and Mas Jafar put so many employees here.

"You have followed my temptation. Don't worry, you know?" mardiyah complained that she immediately entered the bathroom. A few seconds later, Mardiyah came out with a wet face. "Well, I'm embarrassed."

"You ever since we've been so tight, look so shy. In the past, Mar ..." Lutfan held back his smile. "You are aggressive. I like my teasing. Now why be shy?"

"Y-yes don't ask me!"

"Astag." Lutfan rubbed his face with a laugh. "So I have to ask who? The one who is ashamed of you. Not anyone else. How can anyone else I ask, Mar?"

"Udah, ah!"

Duh, I'm really nervous, the inner Lutfan who looked at Mardiyah embarrassed. "No pa-pa. You are a submissive."

Mardiyah was embarrassed. Until not long heard the sound of knocking on the door from outside. Looks like Lutfan's gonna be busy. So Mardiyah immediately got up, pointed to the room and said, "I want to rest in the room is not pa-pa?"

"No pa-pa. That's my room. Get in there. I'll wake up if you fall asleep. I want to discuss the work first" replied Lutfan.

Mardiyah wakes up when she feels heavy hands resting on her stomach even occasionally moving upwards. The heart intent he wanted to turn around, but when he realized the scent of the body of the one who was hugging him was Lutfan, he instantly undoes his intention.

"Lutfan?" Mardy did not hear the answer. Except movement. "Lutfan, are you sleeping?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Eh?" Mardiyah laughed lightly, hitting Lutfan's hand slowly. "The person who sleeps does not speak. You could've fucked up."

"In the end, rather than you keep wondering," said Lutfan slowly. The man's hand suddenly pulled off Mardiyah's veil. "Gerah, Mar. Mending on the loose."

"There's AC. I don't feel sultry" replied Mardiyah.

Lutfan clucking. I don't know why her husband. He was getting closer to a small peck on his back neck. Because today Mardiyah does not use snails, so after the veil on the loose dark brown hair immediately scattered.

"Aren't you tired?"

"No."

"I'm tired of knowing, Mar." Lutfan's breath felt on Mardiyah's neck. "What's tired of wearing, huh?"

Mardiyah turned around. But Lutfan is resistant.

"The answer is in the gini position. Don't go back" Pinta Lutfan.

"Yes already. You want me to do it?" tawar Mardiyah's.

Lutfan. "Others what?"

"Eat?"

"No. Others, Mar."

"Ih." Lutfan seems upset. The man suddenly asked her to lie down and look at each other. "You don't understand. Ngeselin."

Mardiyah smiled broadly. "What do you want? I can't read your mind, Lutfan. Tell me what do you want now?"

Lutfan's lips that conical for a long time fade. Her husband seemed to throw away his face, so he could clearly see Lutfan's ears reddened. She want some good? her mind is still waiting for what requests will come out of her husband's lips.

"Lutfan?"

"I'm .. want that."

"That's what try?" Both of Mardiyah's hands were fingered to the nape of Lutfan. She asked her husband to look back. "Clearly while looking at me."

"You're pretending you don't know. And you know what I mean" upset Lutfan.

Mardiyah laughed lightly. His right hand groped into Lutfan's right ear. "You know this isn't home? Maybe at the hotel I want to. But the thing is, it's at the outlet, Lutfan. I know this room is in the room, but who guarantees that people don't hear what we do?"

"Yes ... l-tu I can hold my voice," said Lutfan with a glance in the other direction.

"Keep you also told me to hold my voice?"

Lutfan gawking.

"Yes?"

Lutfan's lips are back in a cone. "Aren't you going?"

"Oh Allah. I told you we are no longer at home or in a hotel. I'm afraid that someone knows Lutfan" explains Mardiyah.

Lutfan released a plan both hands Mardiyah who was on the nape of his neck. Then the man changed his position to sit. "If so. Let's go home," he said.

"Come to the nearest hotel."

"Not going home." Lutfan pulled his wheelchair closer.

"Are you angry with me?"

Lutfan looked at me. "No! Do I look angry?"

📍Home Umma Sarah.

Arriving at home. Mardiyah directly pushed Lutfan's wheelchair into the room. Her husband said she was not angry, but Mardiyah knew Lutfan was sulking. He understood very well that it was the same as refusing, Lutfan deserved to feel upset. And according to his promise earlier, that if at home Mardiyah will immediately grant. Even without changing his clothes he immediately gave the pleasure that Lutfan wanted.

Said her husband, doing this is the same as relieving fatigue. Though according to him, this is tiring even though it has a delicious end.

"Again?" asked Mardiyah who was still sitting on Lutfan with a slowly regular breath. "I can still."

"No need. You will be tired" replied Lutfan.

"I told you I'm still bi--"

Lutfan touched Mardiyah's head and pulled her on the deck. "No need, darling. Don't need. I told you, right? I'm done."

Gentle rubbing on the head as well as the affectionate call from Lutfan made the heart of Mardiyah palpitate. Even her cheeks hinted reluctantly to look up at her husband.

"If so I want to take a shower," said Mardiyah who released a soft hug Lutfan. "Would you like to take a shower?"

"No. I can do it myself."

Mardiyah came down, directly entered the bathroom. After a few minutes in the bathroom, he thought about heading to the kitchen, helping Umma Sarah to cook or just chatting with her about the progress of her meeting with Grandma.

"Nrank ..."

Umma Sarah who was busy with her knife looked. "Lho's? You home?"

"Umma from earlier."

Umma Sarah walked over to the sink, then washed her hands and took a seat right next to Mardiyah. "Where, son?"

"Say the other party, Grandma is sick. But we can't go looking, Umma. So Mama Cecilia asked Mardiyah to go home first, he said, Mardiyah was told to wait until Grandma was transferred to Adiwangsa hospital," explained Mardiyah.

Umma Sarah nodded. "Umma agrees with Ms. Cecilia. He's a really good guy, son."

"Umma, Mardiyah wants to ask."

"Ask what?"

"If Mardiyah meets Grandma. And maybe Grandma will be a little senile. Continue ... he considers Mardiyah is Mother. What Umma not pa-pa if .. such as ..." Mardiyah looked nervous. "Mardiyah did Grandma live here?"

"Mardiyah promises will not ngerepotin Umma. Mardiyah also promised not to be negligent all the same. Mardiyah will help Umma, Mardiyah will still help in the home and Mardiyah will also not neglect the duties of Mardiyah as Lutfan's wife," continued Mardiyah quickly.

Umma Sarah smiled faintly and rubbed the head of her daughter-in-law covered in a veil. "Who are you? This is you talking to Umma, son. Umma not really pa-pa if you invite your grandmother to stay here. Umma even feels like seneng, it will surely be rame."

"Rather Umma?"

Umma Sarah nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you, Umma." Mardiyah reflexes hugging Umma Sarah. Alhamdulillahot. I'm just gonna ask Lutfan for permission. I know he's going to be allowed but I need to talk first.