Three Years Different

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A few days passed. Mama Cecilia reported that Aisha's grandmother had been transferred to Adiwangsa hospital. Similarly, Lutfan who suddenly gave news that his wedding dress was ready to try. Honestly, Mardiyah almost completely forgot that she had promised to hold a walimatul'ursy.

Lutfan said everything was ready. He has yet to order invitations, a building and food for the event. He will really make Lutfan feel sad, for forgetting this.

"Mar?"

"Hm? Yes I-That's my plan to wait for you to finish first. While looking at which building is right for our walimatul'ursy event," replied Mardiyah.

"Jyotika Ira, how?" lutfan. "The building has a building. Keep in the middle too. I know it might be expensive because Jyotika Ira is a luxury inn. But I can help you with the money."

"Can." Mardiyah pulled out her gawai from inside her pocket. "I searched about how much it cost, huh?"

"Search on google? I asked Abhimata, " said Lutfan who immediately sent a short message to his sister-in-law.

The kling!

Abhimata

6-10 jts. Wh why?

Lutfan turned his eyes. "The word Abhimata is about six to ten million. How's it? Wants, right?"

"That four millions is a kemaha--"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime walimatul'ursy. I also want the show to be nice and grand. Especially comfortable for our family, too" argued Lutfan.

Mardiyah sighed. "Yes already. Tomorrow we stop by Jyotika Ira to see the building directly."

"Ready."

"But, Lutfan. Don't tell me walimatul'ursy must be Mama Cecilia or Abhimata will not accept my money" explained Mardiyah.

"Yes. I'm not gonna say." Lutfan picked up the laptop that was next to the bed table. Then fiddled with it for a moment. "You're a decoy here, Mar. I'm gonna show you the first shirt you're gonna wear."

Mardiyah approached. Her net sparkled as she looked at the wedding dress chosen by Lutfan. Beautiful, simple and closed. "Good, Lutfan. It's a long veil, isn't it?"

"Not very long. I only have mastiin covered the chest, the back is also not short," explained Lutfan.

Mardiyah nodded.

"You like it, don't you?"

Naively.

People think they are such human beings. Is it not his right to forgive Gautama or not? Even on the day he left Gumira he had made sure the heart to love Gautama completely. The presence of Rajendra, Abhimata and Abhimana is proof, that he has sincerely accepted the destiny that has been outlined.

Even he remembers. The way Gautama looked at his secretary, full of love and tenderness. Similarly, the way Gumira looks at Gistara, a receiving gaze that is a glimpse of love. Somehow it hurt, knowing the fact that Gumira had forgotten him, and Gautama still loved the woman.

It's only natural that he sprays Zanitha. Even though the woman had left, there was a daughter who had abandoned her to Gautama. Mardiyah, name. The child was beautiful, like a reflection of Zanitha. Maybe it's different just the way Mardiyah stares.

To be honest, he could not hate Mardiyah. Having a daughter is her dream. He put aside his heartache, because Mardiyah's suffering was created probably also because of her marriage to Gautama. He has become evil, allowing a child to be born without marriage. It has even made Mardiyah unable to meet her own mother.

"Mrs ... Mama Cecilia!"

Cecilia regained consciousness when she felt the touch of Mardiyah's hand on her arm. "W-yes what's up, son?"

"Mama, aren't you feeling well?"

Cecilia shook her head. "Mama is fine. Why?"

"The doctor said, My grandmother can be treated on the street. So I want to take Grandma home to Umma Sarah" explained Mardiyah.

Cecilia shook her head quickly. "Nonsense. Why, Son? Treated at Adiwangsa hospital. Mama's paying-"

"No, Ma. All is not a matter of payment," argued Mardiyah.

"Keep what?"

Mardiyah replied softly, "I don't want to trouble Mama anymore."

"Mom don't feel any hassles, son."

Mardiyah touched Cecilia's hand. "I'm really grateful for your help. I felt that this was more than enough of a hassle for Mama. I know my mom would answer like that. But for God's sake, Ma. I really don't want to .. People talking about this stuff behind Mama's back."

"So you want to stay away from Mama?"

"Astaghfirullah's. No, Ma. I didn't mean it that way."

"Mardiyah, Mama is used to being talked about by people. You know Rajendra? Your sister likes to throw tantrums. There are even people who blatantly insult Mama about how to educate a child." Cecilia sighed softly. "For Mama to receive you. Then talked about again by people will not affect Mama, son. My mother will not be sad. Mama's happier, because she can take care of you." A child born to be the lantern of Tama's life. That could make Tama happier, without thinking about Zanitha anymore. Because it hurts, son, when your father thinks more about your mother. Though here Mama is a legitimate wife who deserves the love of your father more than anyone, continued Cecilia.