Three Years Different

105 (1)

Magrib is about to finish the show. Devina and Regita are coming. The two women were really making noise. Not to mention, Kak Devina brought the intended gift when making a video call at that time. Yeah, hotter lingerie she said. There's-There's this Devina sister.

Obviously, this conversation happened at the guest table. Because this was already at the end of the event and the guests had dwindled.

"Anyway, tonight is directly in Mar's use," said Kak Devina. "It should be."

"Later to bed, Brother Dev. Tired," answered Mardiyah honestly.

Regita spontaneously laughed. "It's usually like that, Brother Dev. New ... tomorrow there's no but - but there's no reason anymore."

Mardiyah just smiled faintly.

"By the way, Mar. Your husband looks really flocked, huh? Like a high school boy if I look around." Brother Devina paused. "If you said staycation with him. People must have thought you were dating."

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. "I mean ... I look like I have a high school boy's husband, Sis?"

Regita said, "No, Mar! Your face is the same as your band actually reflects people who are not married. Kayak ... still very virgin it's both."

"Yes really! Her innocent aura was. Especially if you are the same husband you want to wear High School clothes again. Fix anyway, you guys are really like young people who are dating," added Kak Devina.

I increasingly do not understand the same language Kak Devina and Regita, Inner Mardiyah.

"People immediately think that it's not if you rent lodging together," said Regita, again.

"You two are ..." Mardiyah raised her hand. "Continue what's the use of the same ring as the marriage book?"

"It's no use, if people's minds are jutting there, Mar," explained Kak Devina.

Devina bener's sister. But who cares what other people think, brother? I would rather look at it that way, than disappoint Lutfan, the inner Mardiyah.

People have gone. Some went home, others stayed in Jyotika Ira. Mama Cecilia booked a special bridal room, he said. Mardiyah really can only obey, earlier she also had time to cross paths with Mr. Manggala. He just smiled and rubbed his head. How Mardiyah knew, her grandfather felt very guilty for what he had done in the family villa. But how else? Everything had happened, and the spaciousness of the chest still could not be given to Grandpa.

"Haa .. tired," muttered Mardiyah who immediately broke down. After cleaning, he chose to wear a nightgown, which was sleeveless but had a vest. "Lutfan hasn't come home yet, has he?"

He changed his position to sit. Then look around the room that really has the romance of the newlyweds. "Mama there is-there is. Wear all flowers, the fragrances are also different. And I'm the same Lutfan is not a newlywed anymore."

Cleks.

The door to the room is open. It seems the husband has arrived. When Mardiyah approached it turned out that what was seen there was Meera.

Villa waitress, right? inner Mardiyah.

"Young Miss!" The sweet smile of this young girl was clearly emblazoned "Assalamualaikum."

"Vaalaikumussalam. You ... how did you get here? Didn't you work at the Adiwangsa villa?"

"And sorry, Young Miss. I actually accidentally opened Miss's room presumptuously," Meera continued.

Mardiyah. Fortunately, the inn in Jyotika Ira has a private room. So, even if his clothes were slightly exposed, there would be no one to pass by. Maybe the cctv is at the end only, not up to every room.

"Meera, we're talking tomorrow morning, huh? I've changed clothes. And waiting for my husband to come home from the mosque. So I ask for your understanding," said Mardiyah.

"No pa-pa, Young Miss. I know I'm late. So if Young Miss can be early in the morning I'll wait, Miss." Meera slightly lowered her head. "I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum says. Sorry to interrupt Miss's break."

"Mosur."

When Mardiyah wanted to close the door, it suddenly felt heavy, like something was holding back. When Mardiyah peeked, it turned out to be the husband. "Why did you open the door? Accept guests?"

Mardiyah let Lutfan in by opening the door. "Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you guests wearing kayak gini clothes?" Lutfan has closed the door. Now look at his wife's clothes from top to bottom. "Boy girl?"

"Obviously female, Lutfan. After all, this is a private room, not just anyone is allowed to enter" replied Mardiyah.

"the evidence?" Lutfan staring. "What do you accept this guest? You said not just anyone can get in."

"There was Meera, the villa maid who helped me first. He came here alone, not the same Abhimana or anyone."

"Although girls are the same." Lutfan took off the glove he was wearing, and left the shorts. "Can't you wear a polite shirt before you open the door? What kind of scared shit came that guy?"

Mardiyah sighed softly. Lutfan's right. Meera had just opened the door. But the girl apologized. And Mardiyah chose to forgive him, because the place he currently lives is a private room. If not, maybe he will not hesitate to be angry with Meera.

"Yes. I'm sorry. Next time I will change clothes first" said Mardiyah slowly.

Lutfan slowly climbed into the bed. He stretched his body and looked at the ceiling of the room. "I said so, also for your own good. I'm not angry, I don't want to comment on what you're wearing either. I just don't want you to do anything. Because evil doesn't know the time, Mar. I'm really worried about you."

"Yes, Lutfan." Mardiyah had caught up with her husband. Even pulling Lutfan's hand for a brief kiss right on the back of the hand. "I'm sorry. Thanks for the advice. God willing I will keep what you say."

Lutfan instantly flushed out. The reaction is always the same when Mardiyah tucks the back of her hand. Damn damn. I only kiss my hands very badly! it is the mind that pulls back the hand. "Sleep, Mar. You're tired, right?"

"No. You're tired, aren't you?"

Lutfan replied, "It's normal. I'm in a wheelchair, anyway."

"Although sitting can be tired too." Mardiyah's hand felt on her husband's arm. "Do you want me to massage?"

"Not to."

Mardiyah approached her lips on Lutfan's ear. "This time .. I massage it differently. Not usually. Are you sure you don't want to?"

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