Three Years Different

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Lutfan has decided to meet Rajendra. The abusive man was one of his wife's brothers. Actually, he refused. But if the man is not told it will certainly be more messing up at the wedding reception later. Moreover, the reception that day will be held in Jyotika Ira.

"Young Master Rajendra, there is a meeting" said someone who Lutfan believes is a secretary.

Lutfan replied, "I'll wait."

Probably, about an hour of waiting. Rajendra Adiwangsa has finally arrived. From a distance the firm face of the man was very clearly visible at the sight of Lutfan. The closer it gets, the more it shows a smile. Then not long with his arrogant face, Rajendra took a seat.

"This disabled person ... What is the need with me?" Rajendra.

Anjirs. The vow! His brain seems to be controlled for bad things! The feeling of every encounter, every look at him on tv not in the original the aura is not sane is still clearly visible, the inner Lutfan who tried ordinary. "This disabled person, there is a need with you. What's intrusive?"

"Ninety-nine percent bother. But, I really want to serve this disabled person" Rajendra replied. "Please. Your needs?"

"If I could ask. Please don't cut my words, "lutfan asked.

Rajendra looks to nod. Yet as if reluctant.

"Me and Mardiyah. Your father's son will be having a wedding reception at Jyotika Ira. We're there paying full rent on the building. Even your Mom and Grandpa agreed. So, with all my heart I ask help your little kindness not to complicate. And if you are willing, please come, my wife does not forbid. Because as much as you deny the facts, my wife is still your father's flesh and blood. And obviously also ... he's part of Adiwangsa," explained Lutfan.

Rajendra scratched the top of his left eye. "I won't interfere. After all, who would be willing to have any more business with an illegitimate child like him?"

"alright. That's a good thing." Lutfan has held his wheel. "I hope you keep your word."

For a moment, his daydream broke. When Mardiyah's warm hand touched her hand.

"Why you?"

Lutfan. "No. No pa-pa."

"You're worried, aren't you? Because there's Rajendra?" Mardiyah's gaze led to the stern-faced man who was sitting side by side with Cecilia.

"Slightly," replied Lutfan.

Mardiyah rubbed her husband's hand gently. "No pa-pa. There's Mama Cecilia. Rajendra will not dare to mess around, if there is Mama with Mr. Manggala."

"Yes." Yeah." Lutfan's eyes immediately turned to look at Mardiyah. "Mar, your stomach isn't, is it?"

"No."

"I'm worried. You want to pass out at that time, you want to faint."

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. "When?"

"Time in Adiwangsa hospital."

Event after event passed. Until entering the time of prayer first. Mushola provided by Jyotika Ira. To be honest this event was only three hours, but Mama Cecilia asked for at least six hours, because maybe there are those who can not come during the day. So maybe, in the afternoon ahead of Magrib people still had time to come.

It was not entirely Mama Cecilia asked to be full herself in sitting at the pelaminan. He allowed her to rest upon entering this dorm time. He said, if he could not welcome guests let him, Umm Sarah and Mr. Manggala with Gautama's father were welcomed.

"Do you want to eat?"

"No, Ma. Thanks though. I'm not hungry yet" replied Mardiyah.

From the reflection of the mirror Mardiyah can see the smile knot Mama Cecilia appeared. "You look more beautiful, son," he said.

Honestly, Mardiyah blushed and could only reply with a faint smile.

"Mama get out first, huh?"

"Yes, Ma."

Mama Cecilia has left. The makeup artist who had wanted to try talking with the bride, finally could. "Mardiyah's mother ... first child, yes?"

Can you say first child? mardiyah looked unsure. "Yes, Mother. You can say that."

"By the way why was the prescription delayed, ma'am?"

"My husband is in trouble, ma'am. I don't want to have to go." Though it was all because Lutfan also did not want a reception, continued Mardiyah.

The makeup artist who had been relaxed asked. Now it looks awkward. "Ma-af, Ma'am."

"No pa-pa, ma'am. Just relax. I'd rather have a conversation, than diem-diem." Mardiyah displayed her faint smile. "Mom's married?"

"Alhamdulillah already, Ms. Mardiyah." The makeup artist picks up the veil that covers part of her stomach. "I just got a trust after seven years of marriage."

"God willing." Mardiyah spontaneously turned around, and looked at the makeup artist for a moment. "Sir, can I hold his stomach?"

"By, Ma'am. Be able. Please," replied the makeup artist.

Slowly Mardiyah's hand was raised. O Allah .. Give the servant and the husband a child. If we deserve to be good parents. Aamiins. Gently rubbing it on the belly of this makeup artist. "May Allah ease the delivery of Ma'am later. And the baby .. May it be born healthy."

"Aamiinu. Thanks, Ma'am. May his good do'a return to Mbak Mardiyah."

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