Three Years Different

105 (2)

"Mar, don't tease me."

Mardiyah away from Lutfan's ear. "Who is a fool? I made the same offer as you. If not pa-pa."

"Astaghfirullah ..." Lutfan closed his eyes for a moment. "Are you really not tired?"

"I said no, right?"

Lutfan sighed, and slept on his back. Her net was staring at the look of Mardiyah who was really. His wife is always beautiful. "What difference does it make?"

"Why wear it in kelasin?"

"I'll ask."

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "Just start. You're a little sinister, let's just understand what the difference is."

Is he not lying? What other way would I serve? inner Lutfan who complied with Mardiyah's request by slightly shifting his body. "Mar, don't fuck around. You're having your period, your stomach hurts."

"I don't have any intentions." Mardiyah's hand was in Lutfan's arm. Now fumbling down on her husband's thigh. "I'm pi--"

"Mar, what the hell." Lutfan refuted by asking Mardiyah's hand to go from her thigh. "You said you didn't tempt me. But you hold on."

"Can't you?"

Lutfan's cheeks are flushed out. "Can't not." But you're menstruating again. Can you not go for gini? he continued in his heart.

"Continue?"

"Mar .. don't gini, uh. You'll later if I strain who's responsible?"

Mardiyah stared. "Yes, i. Who else is it?"

Ah, crazy. My wife can tell me what the story is? Between the ages of three he was very brave, inner Lutfan who began to close his eyes with his arms. His wife began to move unbecoming, and he could only resign himself.

Of course, just enjoy.

"Where?"

Lutfan changed his position by sleeping on his back to his wife. "Don't ask me anything, Mar. Sleep."

"I was just asking ... what was the feeling--"

"Mar .. dong already!" Lutfan's cheeks are really red. Lutfan turned around, and pulled his wife in an embrace. "Sleep. Close your eyes, shut up. It's this fucking malem."

Mardiyah smiled faintly. "If so. Tomorrow I ask you to answer, okay?"

"Yes. Now go to sleep, Mar."

Lutfan awakens first. The chest of the field feels heavy, it turns out that Mardiyah's head is still asleep there. So inevitably slowly he put his wife's head on a soft pillow. Until unknowingly, Mardiyah moved her body and slept behind her.

The blood? inner Lutfan with frown. The satin-clad white lingerie tasted a deep red color. "Through?" ogre.

"Ssssttt .. my stomach," the voice of Mardiyah that reached Lutfan's ears. Even his wife's skinny hands were clutching her stomach.

What a pain in her stomach, huh? inner Lutfan who slowly got off the bed and moved on a wheelchair. He approached the white phone on the table. And look for room service numbers.

"Broom service, huh?" Lutfan. "Can I have breakfast earlier?"

"By, Mister. We'll send soon."

After hanging up the phone. Lutfan into the bath, he was looking around for something the container could use to compress. If only there was a glass bottle, maybe he could fill the water directly. Unfortunately, there is no.

"Generic ..."

"Lutfan, are you in the bathroom?"

Lutfan looked back as the voice drew nearer, and a groan of pain grew more and more heard. "Yes, Mar."

"Lutfan, I .. want to replace the match*mbalut first." Mardiyah clutching strong algae door. "Ma-afs. Can you please come out for a minute?"

Lutfan approached his wife by pulling his wheel firmly. "I'll wait here. I closed my eyes. I'd like to help you. I'm afraid you--"

Lutfan in a hurry to pick up the ball in the second drawer. Afterwards, he gave it to Mardiyah and immediately closed his eyes.

"Already" said Mardiyah a few minutes later.

Lutfan opened his eyes. "I ordered breakfast early. Maybe, this is coming. You want breakfast first? Maybe you're a laper because---"

"I don't have an appetite" argued Mardiyah.

Lutfan was silent for a moment, looking at his wife's clothes were still the same. "You didn't change clothes? I think ... was translucent."

"Yes. I know." Mardiyah looks limp by resuscitating herself on the toilet. "But I still can't change clothes."

I have to grab her shirt first, inner Lutfan pulling the wheel as soon as possible. He had to quickly get to the suitcase, and take the existing sleeping dress. I hope his wife brings two clothes. If immediately gamis, he is afraid to get wet in the bathroom.

"Alhamdulillah! Turns out he's got another nightgown."

The nightgown was on Lutfan's lap. Then in a hurry he went back to the bathroom, and saw his wife closed her eyes. The vow. I couldn't see him like this, his mind slumped straight down from the wheelchair.

Bugh!

Lutfan's knee was completely bumped directly into the floor. Until Mardiyah opened her eyes.

"Lutfan, what are you doing?"

Lutfan's wide smile was a welcome response to Mardiyah's answer. "Here, I'll bring your nightgown. I'll help you change, okay?"

"I knew. But why don't you get out of your wheelchair?" Mardiyah asked her husband to sit down. Then Mardiyah's hand rubbed Lutfan's knee. "illness?"

"No. I'm fine."

Mardiyah looked at Lutfan tearfully. Feels mixed. Between her aching stomach, and Lutfan's little attention. "Thank you, Lutfan."

"Together." Lutfan touched the nightgown that was on his wife's thigh. "I helped open it, huh?"

Mardiyah nodded and raised both her hands high.

"I help you wear it too. You raise your hand" said Lutfan.

Mardiyah's clothes were neatly fitted. Lutfan was still sitting by staring at him. While Mardiyah was the same, but her hand that was holding her stomach now turned to touch her husband's cheek.

"I'm fine." His gentle rubbing turned to Lutfan's head. "Now you can stay I make dawn prayers."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Lutfan."

Mardia slowly stood up. Then he slightly lowered his head, to pull Lutfan to his feet. "I help you stand up, before it's too late."

"I pray in my room." Lutfan chose to stand by concentrating on the toilet compared to Mardiyah's weak body. "All look at you."

"I'm not pa-pa."

"Yes. I believe you're not pa-pa. But---"

"But what?"

Lutfan is in a wheelchair. "Mar, I'm worried. Please understand my feelings."

Mardiyah suddenly closed her lips to Lutfan's forehead. And a short peek a few times there. "It has. That's a sign, let's not worry."

Could be you. I will become more and more unable to leave you to make it to Mushola, the inner Lutfan.

"Gih, to Mushola. If there's anything I'll call you directly. Promises. I'm not lying" continued Mardiyah, reassuring.

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Note:

No ceasing I remind for those who have not read WIYATI please read because it is over. This is the story of Linggar Adiwangsa and Shanum Citaprasada.