Three Years Different

100 (1) :

"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."

After saying that, Mama Cecilia pulled him in a fistful. Mardiyah's forehead several times kissed by him. A truly cryptic sincerity for her to see, Mama Cecilia even unhesitatingly said a word of affection for her. The ears that hear insults more often now clearly the words of love and affection are heard. Umma Sarah and Mama Cecilia. The mother of the other until the heart gives it all, regards herself as a child.

What Brother Devina said was true, that he never knew the Lord's decree in every of His servants. This test may have a happy ending. Even if he remembers again he always thought that his mother was a p*elacur. The mother was the victim of an unexpected event. He used to think that Umma Sarah only pitied him. He took care of her and educated her, as a mother who loved her child.

Bad prejudices make the human brain chaotic. And it can lead to sins.

"Mama also wants to talk a lot with your Grandma, son," continued Mama Cecilia.

"I'm not going to stop Mom from seeing Grandma. Because after all Mama also deserves to meet Grandma. Mama has been good to Grandma, even though she is no one Mama," said Mardiyah.

Cecilia shook her head slowly. "Vietnam ... Your grandmother. Of course she was also part of the Mama family."

Cleks.

Doctors Gumira and Mr. Gautama were seen walking in tandem, approaching him and Mama Cecilia. The two people have almost the same level, maybe the difference is only Doctor Gumira who is more friendly face.

"Cecilia" called Mr. Gautama who approached by putting his hand on Mama Cecilia's waist. "I'll take you home."

Mama Cecilia looked shaken. "I'm going to Jyotika Ira. You go to the Lazuardi Hotel."

Suddenly Doctor Gumira said, "Son, Om has told the nurse to take care of Grandma Aisha for twenty-four hours. So you can go home first, two more days Grandma Aisha comes home for outpatient as you ask."

"I can't wait ... here?"

Doctor Gumira smiled. "You were taken care of yesterday. Better get home now. I told you someone was looking after him, right?"

"Yes-it. I'm going home, I want to be here a little while waiting for Lutfan--"

"Let's get you between your dads, son." Cecilia turned to look at Gautama. "Please take Mardiyah, Tama."

"Jyotika Ira and Orphanage have the same path. I'll drive you, too" broke up Gautama.

Two days passed. Aisha's grandmother has been picked up by herself, Umma Sarah and Lutfan. His trap must be the Grandma thought of him as Zanitha, his mother. So he thought again how much resemblance this face? Until he was unceasingly holding hands and calling himself 'Nitha'.

"Nitha, Miss Mama, son." Aisha's grandmother rubbed both of Mardiyah's cheeks. "Over time you don't look, you look more beautiful. How's work? Not finished yet?"

Mardiyah was confused. She glanced at Lutfan and her husband as if giving a code, so she could answer. "Thank you, Ma-ma. My job? It's done, thank God."

"Mom likes you to work gini. But don't be tired, son?"

Mardiyah nodded. Grandma Aisha's hands went down and clasped her hands. Then he said, "Nitha, you want your little friend Rio?"

"I forgot, Mom." Mardiyah looked at Grandma.

"He's well established, son. Mama's plan wants to know you as her. Than you are accused of continuing to think there is nothing about your boss. You'd better get married" said Grandma Aisha.

"Lho is it? How come Mama doesn't want to?" Aisha's grandmother looked confused and stared into the rearview mirror. "Don't he who's paralyzed be your husband?"

"Mama ..." reproves Mardiyah.

Grandma Aisha scratched her eyes. "Mama just ask. His fault?"

Lutfan suddenly said, "Not wrong, Ma. Yes I am husband ... Zanitha."

"What's your name, son?"

Lutfan who was in the front seat replied, "I'm Lutfan, Ma. The one sitting next to Mar-I mean the one sitting next to Zanitha is my Umma."

"Ooh. Maafin Mama ... Mama lately likes to forget the same thing sometimes," said Grandma Aisha.

In the room. After putting Grandma Aisha to sleep, Mardiyah looked at Lutfan who looked busy with her laptop. Even when entering Lutfan looks indifferent not staring. Though usually Lutfan will invite to talk, either just ask him already drinking, or something. The current edge is not that Lutfan tends to be silent.

"Lutfan."

"Hm?" Lutfan was still staring at the laptop.

"What are you doing?"

"More check sales today."

Pause three seconds finally Mardiyah said, "Sorry Grandma who suddenly it to you."

"What's how?" Lutfan closed his laptop and stared at Mardiyah from her sitting distance. "Just ask. I don't feel any pain at all, Mar."

"Yes I know. But he's the same---"

"I also know how Grandma is, Mar. So you don't have to be dizzy." Lutfan pulled the wheels back until the wheelchair walked forward, to approach Mardiyah. "Mar like if we told Ms. Cecilia not for walimatul'ursy would be the same. He'll know."

"How good is it?"

"Say it and immediately transfer according to the price stated so he would not want to have to accept." Lutfan's eyes stared. "You'll help me persuade him, too. So he'd take the rent for the building."

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes. It's better that way. I agree."

"Oh yes, Mar."

Mardiyah, who had wanted to get up, was restrained immediately when her arm was touched by Lutfan. "What?"

"Related .. honeymoon to Japan. Just cancel," Lutfan suddenly broke up by looking the other way. "Too far. I don't like it." More precisely. I don't want to take your nicotine later. Honeymoon surely we will go both, but if my condition is like this. Just like you go alone, he continued in his heart.

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