Three Years Different

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"Batalen? Didn't you agree yesterday?" Mardiyah pulled Lutfan's wheelchair to face him. "Why are you suddenly gini? We want a vacation to Japan. Later there will be--"

"Please, Mar. Abort it," argued Lutfan. "Don't ask, why else. I told you too far, right?"

Mardiyah nodded. "Jas. I'll tell Abhimata that you don't need to book a ticket."

Lutfan turned his wheelchair. He really does not want Mardiyah to think that is not because of his rejection. Japan is indeed too far away, but if the honeymoon is in nearby places he will try to agree. "Let's find the nearest honeymoon. Jogja or Malang. Do not go far anyway," he said.

That faded Mardiyah smile earlier. Now it's back to inflate. "Yes, Lutfan. Nearby isn't pa-pa, it's important we get out of town."

Thank goodness he did not become sad because I canceled his honeymoon suddenly, inner Lutfan who saw the reflection of Mardiyah's face smiling sweetly from the mirror. "I want to go to the outlet. You can sleep or do it. Then later a little afternoon we stop by the boutique while going to the invitation printing."

"Yes." Yeah." As Lutfan was about to push his wheelchair, Mardiyah remembered something. "Lutfan, stop!"

"What?"

"Date ... when? Have we discussed the date yet? I suddenly forgot."

Lutfan thought for a moment. "I guess not yet. Later out of the outlet we discuss the same date Umma. How's it?"

"Yes, later. Now you quickly go to the workspace, afraid to wait for Aldo with Banyu," said Mardiyah.

Bakda. It just so happened that Grandma Aisha woke up. He immediately searched Mardiyah by mentioning the name 'Nitha' without hesitation. In fact he had believed that his 'Nitha' son had married.

Mardiyah always tried to fit in. Fortunately, the mother also used a veil, so it did not make Grandma Aisha feel suspicious. If his pussy had healed perhaps he would have roared in remembrance of the death of his son. And maybe he will cry for himself, crying for a grandson he refused to accept first.

"Nitha."

"Yes, Ma?"

Grandma Aisha's hand suddenly felt in Mardiyah's stomach. "You're not done yet?"

"Be-lum, Ma."

Granny Aisha's forehead shriveling. "Mama's a little creepy. You once said you were pregnant. But ... when, huh? You .... just got married, huh?"

Honestly Mardiyah confused to answer what? Perhaps his memory of his mother, Zanitha, has crossed quite a bit. Or maybe ... The vague memory actually exists, but he tries to forget?

"Nitha?"

"Enhm ..." Mardiyah rubbed the nose. "Not so much, Ma. There's probably a two-monthly I'm married."

"Ooh." Grandma Aisha circulated a glance. His eyes felt unfamiliar with the surroundings of the room, not like his home, and also not like a nursing home. "This ...your husband's house?"

"More precisely the house of in-laws, Ma," answered Mardiyah.

"Thank God he's fulfilled, Ma."

Grandma Aisha looks nodding. "No less rich than your boss. Mending this is, a cheap smile, than your boss who suddenly maksa-pushy invite you to marry. Mama doesn't like it, which is so arrogant. His son is the same as you."

Did you ever ask Mom to get married? inner Mardiyah.

"Now you are married. Mama asked you to stay away from your boss. If you can just resign, your husband can still make money, right?" Grandma Aisha scratched her arm. "Continue also Nitha ... Mama has a bad feeling about your boss. He's kind of really stuck with you. Anyway, you have to stop resign."

"Yes, Ma" answered Mardiyah briefly.

From the room door. Mardiyah saw Lutfan coming out in her own wheelchair. Her husband stared from a distance with a big smile.

"So?" Code Lutfan from his lips.

Mardiyah nodded.

"Ma." Lutfan was already feeling in front of Grandma Aisha. "I want to take Mar-I mean Nitha. I'm going to take Nitha out. Mama's coming?"

"No, ah. Mama doesn't want to bother."

Lutfan looked up at Mardiyah when he heard Grandma Aisha's rejection. "If Mama's with Salsa, the same other orphanage children don't pa-pa?"

"But Lutfan--"

Aisha's grandmother wags her hand. "Udah Mama at home alone gapapa. Mama's not a kid to wait for, Nitha."

Mardiyah sighed. "Yes already. Mama's at home. I call people to take care of Mama, so that if you need anything, Mama easily ask."

A trip to Mardiyah's boutique and invitation-only printing shop. Because at his request also to leave without Cak Sur. And he asked Salsa for help to take care of his grandmother for a moment. Lutfan agrees. Her husband even wanted to hire a nurse, but he was forbidden.

"Now is the 8th of our walimatul'ursy at the end of the month? Umma said it was good at the end of the month," explained Lutfan.

"Aren't they too tight?"

Lutfan. "Not really, anyway. Just an invitation, the same building as food, right?"

"Yes. But the invitation printing can be done in a week?"

Lutfan stared at the street. Come to think of it, what Mardiyah said was right. "I'll tell you the guy. If you can speed up the print day, Mar."

"Yes already." Mardiyah stared at the left rearview for a moment. "What did we do to Jyotika Ira? Just ask the price of the same building look around."

"Can. One path is also the same printing," replied Lutfan.