Three Years Different

102 :

The day passed so quickly. Lutfan has asked the invitation to speed up the printing process which turned out to be completed today. And he also asked Mardiyah to come together to Manggala Adiwangsa and Gautama Adiwangsa. At least, he must be polite, although honestly he still can not accept the treatment of the two men against his wife first.

As Abhimana guessed, Cecilia Maharani Adiwangsa grumbled. Abhimana said in short like this scolding of the Mother, why not rent the building Jyotika Ira willingly? Why should it be at a cost? Funnier. He just wanted to laugh to see and hear the whining of his brother-in-law. Even the thing he did not think of with Abhimana the most was his arrogance. The man suddenly wanted to pay all the building fees. He said, in order to avoid the anger of Cecilia Maharani Adiwangsa.

Just-there's. He will never let Abhimana pay for it. Because if Mardiyah finds out, his wife will be angry.

"Lutfan!"

Lutfan realized by looking straight, which was immediately suguhi the stunning appearance of Mardiyah. Netranya. The dress used by his wife is very suitable, displaying a graceful impression in the beautiful body of the wife. God is my wife. O Allah Umma .. where did this come from? with all the compliments.

"Lutfan, please comment," said Mardiyah again.

Slowly every corner of his lips lifted up. "You're beautiful. What else do I have to comment on?"

"fit it?"

"Guit, Mar. That's great."

Mardiyah lowered her head for a moment. Then look at yourself in front of the mirror. This dress is really nice. And my face .. I remember Mother, her mind.

"The dress that was made with Mr. Manggala what do you think, Mar?" ask Lutfan.

With a sad look Mardiyah addressed herself. And began to answer, "Good too."

"So, wear two dresses, huh?"

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

Unfortunately, until the wedding reception. Aisha's grandmother still couldn't remember clearly. Even he still considers himself Mardiyah is 'Nitha'. Though his hope before carrying out the reception at least he can make a pilgrimage to the tomb of the mother, Zanitha. But what is the power of senility still hit the Grandmother.

Dresses that have been tried several times. Honestly, everything is beautiful and clear. Mardiyah had never dreamed of a marriage like this. It used to be that her prayer in every prostration was just a simple marriage, which did not burden the male buyer. But if Lutfan asks to be made a magnificent event and special family and closest friends he will welcome. After all, as people say, marriage is a once in a lifetime.

"Nitha, what's going on? This means ... reception is that?" ask Grandma Aisha.

Mardiyah nodded with the back of Grandma Aisha's hand. "Yes, Ma. My wedding reception was with Lutfan."

"Oala. No, not pa-pa. Mama's gonna be measured too?"

"Yes, Ma. Make a shirt."

Lutfan just came out of the boutique bathroom and whispered, "Mar, I'm a laper."

"Laper?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mardiyah looked at Grandma Aisha for a moment. "Ma, Mama here used to make the same measure of boutique people not pa-pa?"

"No pa-pa. There are your in-laws behind the curtains, after all" replied Grandma Aisha.

Maybe Grandma meant in the dressing room, Mardiyah's thin smiling mind. "Yes, Ma. There's Umma there. I'm the same Lutfan wants to go to the front restaurant for dinner as well as a seat first. So I'll finish mesen again to pick up Mama with Umma."

"Yes. It's there. Your husband's ass is like a laper."

Mardiyah immediately pushed Lutfan's wheelchair out of the boutique. What auspicious coincidence, in front there is a Padang restaurant that is clearly delicious. It can actually cross directly but will take some duration when lifting a Lutfan wheelchair on higher ground. So Mardiyah asked Cak Sur for help to take her there.

After arriving Mardiyah hurriedly ordered. Lutfan seemed busy thinking. The restaurant is really crowded and fortunately there is still an empty table. "Lutfan, I'll sit down, okay?" whispered.

"Where?" Lutfan looked at her. "What's number seven?"

"Yes, just sit there."

Mardiyah waited for a few minutes and finally Lutfan came alone, followed by food brought by the waiter.

"What do you want to drink, Mar?"

"I'm just iced tea. Grandma's tea was warm but the sugar was a little bit cut," replied Mardiyah.

Two meals and four drinks came. Because Umma Sarah and Grandma Aisha have not come Mardiyah or Lutfan can not order, fear not according to taste. Um Sarah hasn't sent a message, she said, no pa-pa. Later Umma send a message, let it be directly between Cak Sur. You guys are satisfied to eat both. Though this restaurant mingles, so there is no such thing as two-duaan.

"Mar, I'd like to ask."

Mardiyah put rice in her mouth.

"Sit next to me try. I'm gonna ask you seriously."

Mardiyah sighed. "And eat again. Can't you later?"

"could. Just want it now, I see inget you know," said Lutfan with a sullen face.

Mardiyah tried with all sincerity to get up from her seat and take another seat right next to her husband. "What do you want to ask?"

"Have you got your period yet?"

Astarghfirullah's. Questioning her, the inner Mardiyah who again sighed, heard her husband's question. Fortunately, the question was really slow. "Usually the end of the month" he replied.

"The end of the real moon?"

Mardiyah shrugged her shoulders. "Not knowing either. On the calendar mens is an approximate fourteen days away. What's the matter, Lutfan?"

"Yes .. no pa-pa." Lutfan cut off eye contact by eating his food. It's a pity that there are no beautiful nights after the reception, her mind.

Lutfan quickly looked at Mardiyah and shook his head. "Nonsense. When can I be disappointed with you? Menstruation is also destiny, not you who are erratic as well. Yes, not pa-pa. I'll be fine-fine."

"Ssttts. Your voice," rebuked Mardiyah who, a second later, drew closer by whispering to her husband's ear. "There are still many ways, Lutfan. You don't have to be disappointed."

My heartbeat, Lutfan's heart is pounding, his cheeks are blushing, and his eyes are gnashing many times to meet his wife. "That's there! You pick up Umma. Why didn't he send a message?"

"Hormat, love ngusir. You like gini when you're embarrassed, "honestly Mardiyah.

"Broh, Mar! You are mah .. This is again at the restaurant. You don't tempt me dong!" Lutfan looked sullen by holding his right cheek.

"Well, crazy! You want to add a wife, Lut?!"

Lutfan. "Lo! Anjir, read dong read the invitation! That reception ain't gonna be no more!"

"Ooh kirain's. I'm surprised you've suddenly dropped the invitation again." Aldo glanced to the left. "There is a wife. Yes, one spec angel of heaven is still lacking."

Quite a Mardiyah, the inner Lutfan who began to stare at Aldo. "No need to bacot lo, Do. Just be careful not to come. My marriage will not come!"

"Whoa. Yeah-yes." yeah." Aldo opened the plastic covering the invitation sheet. Then he read for a moment. "Place ... Ira Jyotika?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Lo really want to get married there? Though kan ... the land of this orphanage is extensive. Why not in a home?"

Lutfan. "Once in the building. Special events, not too many people."

"Ooh."

Lutfan looked at Aldo who was wailing like looking for something. "Lo find who, huh?" Lutfan.

"Nobody's looking for." Aldo shook his head and folded back Lutfan's wedding invitation. "It's just .. btw your sister is invisible, isn't she?"

"My sister?" Lutfan's forehead shrivels. "Who?"

"Salvas?"

Lutfan's view turned sharp. "Why look for him?"

"Nonsense. Do not misunderstand me. I'm just asking, Lut! Just ask!"

"Inget she is also Kiai Bashir's granddaughter. Especially she is a girl, even if she is still a minor, you must keep your distance," said Lutfan.

Aldo replied, "Yes, Lut. Ja. Not mahram. I understand. It's like I want to get your sister married!"

"Yes, who knows, right?"

The shared video call involving Mardiyah, Devina's sister and Regita was completely broken. Especially Devina's sister who talks so much. He felt Kak Devina's spirit in speaking increasingly. As for Regita, since marriage her aura-aura has multiplied. It's getting prettier.

"Finally, you're not having a reception, Mar." Devina pulled her black hair back. "Finally, the time you were married was diem-dieman. I'm the same Regita will also want to see you wear these dresses. Yeah, isn't it Git?"

Regita said, "Yes, sister. I concur. Mar I've heard someone talk. He said the marriage should be rumored so that there will be no slander or any other type of misunderstanding."

"You're right, Git. I was also afraid that someone would not know that Lutfan and I were married" said Mardiyah.

Devina's sister is smiling. "By the way the lingerie I bought fits?"

"Huh?" Mardiyah's cheeks blushing. He slightly lowered his head and replied, "Suit, Brother. Nice."

"Thank God for that." Kak Devina's eyes shifted in another direction. "Regita. The lingerie I bought fits."

"Good God, Brother Dev. Be honest. Lingerie is too vulgar. It means kayak ... The cover is so much doang, brother?" the spontaneous Regita protest drew Devina's laughter.

"intentionally. You're the newlyweds."

Mardiyah only smiled faintly and shook her head.

"Don't smile, Mar! Later I want to send you more hot lingerie so that my gift is more useful for your household life," continued Devina.

"Good God, Brother Dev! Ih, Brother's mind," said Regita timidly.

"Sister Dev is with Regita, don't forget to come, okay?"

"We're definitely coming, Mar. I will come with Devina" replied Regita.

Devina was surprised. "My same, Git? Your husband?"

"Doctor Gumira is busy." Regita scratched the tip of her nose. "Regan must be busy, too, brother."

"But .. if for example there is an event more important than my wedding reception. Better Brother Dev same Regita do not have to come," pinta Mardiyah.

Devina looks shaken. "Nonsense. Hopefully there isn't. Your marriage is important!"

"Oh yes, Mar. Miss Harsa you invited?"

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes. I sent the invitation, yesterday I was still in town. Same with Madame Jessica."

"Well, I'll see you at your wedding!"