Three Years Different

101 :

📍Jyotica Ira.

This place is a luxury inn owned by Cecilia Maharani Adiwangsa. It was managed by his two twins, Abhimata and Abhimana. Mardiyah stopped the car right in the front parking lot. After shutting off the engine, he hurried out opening the trunk to lower Lutfan's wheelchair and next, he helped Lutfan to slowly get out of the car.

As far as the eye can see in this parking lot so many trees and small plants are beautiful even flowering. Damnit. His memory of meeting with Rajendra is very attached to Jyotika Ira. Really he hoped that the rude man would not have time to approach this inn.

"To the receptionist first. All ask who knows in arahin the same Mba-mbaknya," said Lutfan.

Mardiyah was pushing her husband's wheelchair. "What about Abhimata?"

"Every time you meet Abhimata with Abhimana. You miss, right?"

Mardiyah's cheeks suddenly blushed. "W-what? When did I say miss them?"

"You haven't seen them in a long time. More rarely, long conversations. Meet at your wedding just a moment." Because of my quarrel with Aryandra. You can not gather with your family, continued Lutfan in his heart.

"Yes already."

Lutfan looked up at Mardiyah. "Yes what's it? Don't you want to see your twin sister?"

"Yes will, Lutfan."

Lutfan chuckled little unconsciously having arrived in front of the receptionist. Take care of this girl. Maybe he wants me to come here with Aldo, inner Lutfan. "Ekhm .. excuse me."

"Mr Lutfan, huh? His friend Young Master Janardana?"

I've guessed this girl will memorize, the inner Lutfan who nods a knotty smile. "Can you ask for help. I want to meet Abhimata or Abhimana. I'm not making an appointment but please just tell me that the ones coming are Lutfan and Mardiyah."

"Good, Sir." The security guard in front of the receptionist sat in the waiting chair. "Please, Mr and Madam can wait here."

Mardiyah has taken a seat. His lips were restrained from asking. He finally said, "He knows you?"

"See familiar, huh?"

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. "I asked."

"You can say."

"Friends?"

Lutfan.

"Keep ready for you?"

"The receptionist, Mar. Tagged name Dita. Yeah, that's his name, right?" answer Lutfan by grinning a smile. It is not usual for Mardiyah to wonder. Does the woman next to him feel threatened? From all sides, his wife is superior. But why should Mardiyah feel ... jealous?

"Beautiful, huh Lutfan?"

Lutfan nodded for a moment. But in an instant he shook his head. "Not really. Ordinary aja. It's also beautiful to you, Mar."

"You're exaggerating and you seem to be lying. It certainly looks like he's looking forward to it" Mardiyah said, noting the uniforms used by people working in Ira's Jyotika. "Especially the uniform is supportive."

Supporting what? Ordinary aja. Not really sexy, inner Lutfan who encodes his wife to be closer. "More support you everywhere" he whispered.

Mardiyah spontaneously moved away and touched her warming cheek. "Lutfan, you! Fuck up! Don't fuck me."

From the left came Abhimana who walked along with the receptionist tagged Dita. As usual Abhimana would put on a flat face, as if not wanting to meet him.

"Abhimata again updated. I don't mind it, do I?" abhimana asked when he came before him.

Lutfan said, "No objection. As long as your face is slightly expressionless. Your welcome is bitter."

"Lutfan," rebuked Mardiyah by touching her husband's shoulder. Then his gaze turned to Abhimana. "I want to talk .. something a little important. Are you busy?"

"No. Come to my office" said Abhimana.

"Huh? Wedding ceremony? You guys want to get married again?"

Lutfan replied, "Lo doesn't understand, Bhimana. The Event. Not her wedding anymore. Doang's show. Reception reception."

"Lutfan O Allah ... You are here when you meet both sewot, mending you in it, "mardiyah rebuked with one of her hands holding Lutfan's wrist. Later, Mardiyah's views turned to Abhimana again. "Marriage ceremony, Abhimana. So Lutfan and I intend to do it in the building of Jyotika Ira. Is the building empty on the 29th of this month? Or has anyone booked?"

"It's been so bad." Abhimata is seen getting up and picking up the office phone and before that he dialed a number. "Fifth, please check all guests and buildings of Jyotika Ira on the 29th. Then immediately left to my email."

Before Lutfan spoke. Mardiyah immediately said, "Not really. Because actually we only get together when we get married. So now if there's no wedding pa-pa, right?"

"It's not pa-pa anyway" Abhimana said.

Lutfan replied, "Abhimata said the rent of the building is about six to ten millions. How many hours is that?"

"Depending on the price, the time period is the same capacity of the person you ask anyway." Abhimata hands over the iPad. "Try reading it yourself."

Mardiyah said, "So six to ten million is still an estimate, huh?"

"Yes. That's an estimate. There are the most expensive up to three queens of millions as well, but all have been in the preparation of the same Jyotika Ira," explained Abhimana.

Mardiyah nodded.

Lutfan pointed at one of the pictures and looked at his wife. "What do you think?"

Netra Mardiyah widened. Twenty million? his inner self wanted to protest at Lutfan but there was Abhimana in front of him. "Yes ... whatever."

"Whatever? Don't you usually go here? What's your comment? Don't be whatever, I don't like you that way" said Lutfan.

Mardiyah looked at Abhimana. "This is twenty million? It doesn't say the capacity of the person."

"I think my secretary forgot to write. Two hundred and fifty people are around" said Abhimana.

"Yes already. We want twenty million," break up Mardiyah. And suddenly Lutfan said, "The tail is as good as the picture is not pa-pa. The color combination is black and white. Can you?"

"Can." Abhimana took over the iPad and sent all the designs to Jyotika Ira who used to handle weddings. "Btw, have you told me that you want a reception at Jyotika Ira?"

"Not yet."

Netra Abhimana. It's insanity. "If Mama finds out I'll be at the omelin. Mending now you call or something. Also ... The building is free!"

"Nonsense. On price! You think I can't afford it? Udah deh lo just tell Nyokap lo if you give a big-gedean discount specifically for this lo Brother, let it not be complicated," said Lutfan.

Abhimana. "Lo crazy? Nyokap I'm not that easy in lying njir."

"Later help me tell Mama, Abhimana," said Mardiyah slowly.

"Alhamdulillah although added ten million more, as if the food is all the same responsibility of Jyotika Ira," said Mardiyah who focused on staring at the road.

"He'em." Luttan. "Lumayanlah worth it will not disappoint, classmate Jyotika Ira because."

"So the building equals thirty million meals. It's clear." Mardiyah's red light looked at Lutfan. "Continue sovenir? Walimatul'ursy we're using sovenir?"

"wear. I ordered a week ago. The forecast comes tomorrow" said Lutfan.

Mardiyah involuntarily leaned in. "Oh yeah? What covenant? I'm curious."

"Eh? Mar ... Don't get close." Lutfan looked to the left right of the car window. "The glass of this car is not a window film Oh Allah .. later people misunderstand."

"ah-ah. Aye." Yeah." Mardiyah stayed away sitting as before. The red light still showed the eleventh second. "I'm not really intentional. I just don't really hear your voice, so I don't want to have a little bit of a stroke, do I?"

"green light. Go, Mar."

Mardiyah was running her car again. He thought how close he was to Lutfan? Until her husband thought that people would misunderstand her position. Aahh .. I guess my spontaneity is out of control. Though I feel ordinary you know, his mind is upset without consciously grasping the steering wheel.

"Udah don't have to be thought of. Sometimes I love window film, let people not see" continued Lutfan.

"What's that?" Mardiyah is still focused on driving. "Directly you support us make-"

"Make what, Mar? Your mind is astaghfirullah." Lutfan grinning smile. "You wanna try-"

"No! Who wants to try it?!" With a pouting face and blustery cheeks, Mardiyah endured the embarrassment of driving. "Yes, your mind is everywhere. Oh, that's it, Lutfan! Don't tempt me. I'm driving."

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Note :

Three Years is approaching its end. I have released a story from WIYATI under the title Harshada. The story is Linggar and Shanum.