Three Years Different

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Two days passed. Mardiyah and Lutfan plan to return from Jyotika Ira. But before that Mardiyah wanted to find her sister, Abhimata. He has not had time to talk about a holiday to Japan that he had to cancel.

Lutfan is still eating. So he could leave for a moment, saying, want to buy a body ion booster drink. But before that he had sent a message to Abhimata, and the younger brother said that he was in the office.

"Assalamualaikum, Abhimata?"

Two men were seen standing. Rajendra's? his mind was surprised. Even his heart was racing, honestly he was still afraid of dealing with this rude man.

"Waalaikumussalam, Sis. Come in" said Abhimata. While Rajendra just beat Mardiyah flat.

"Sister goes," said Rajendra, who passed away.

"Yes, Brother."

Mardiyah can really breathe a sigh of relief. His small steps entered Abhimata's office by staring around the room, perhaps there was still someone. He did not want this conversation heard.

"Sit, Brother."

"Ah, yes." Mardiyah sat on a wooden chair that had a gold-colored soft seat. "I want to talk about the ticket you gave me."

"Oh that's to Japan, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What date is it, brother? Let me order it."

Mardiyah looked into the eyes of her sister. "I'm asking you to cancel. Lutfan and I didn't want to go on holiday. God willing, maybe we'll take a vacation to somewhere nearby."

"But Brother---"

"Please understand, Abhimata."

Abhimata sighed. "Okay. If you want to go to Bali, brother?"

"No, Abhimata. The gift of couple things from you is more than enough really." Mardiyah smiled faintly. "So, please don't. I don't want to take your medication."

In the car. The journey home to Al-Hikmah orphanage. Mardiyah was driving, because she suddenly wanted to and Cak Sur asked Lutfan to bring another car with her belongings.

The atmosphere in the car was both silent. Only a song whose volume may be only five out of ten counts. Lutfan is busy with his device, which may be in contact with Aldo or Banyu.

Mardiyah stopped the car when there was a red light. She looked up, propping her chin against her husband from the side.

"Well, did you see me?"

"Lho's? You knew?" Mardiyah smiled knot. "I think you're serious about your phone."

"So serious-serious as hp?" Lutfan. His eyes met directly with his wife. "Mending with you."

"Basic ..."

"Oh yes, Mar. You told Abhimata about us not going to Japan?" ask Lutfan.

"Udah."

Lutfan. His gaze turned towards the street, staring at the red light whose count was only seven seconds. "You really don't pa-pa if the holidays are not going to Japan?"

"No, pa-pa, it's just a holiday gift." The yellow light has turned green, as soon as Mardiyah drove the car. "Some of you promised me a honeymoon, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Have you chosen a place?"

Lutfan. "You are the one who chooses. I'm afraid you don't like it when I choose."

"Both choose it. How's it?"

"Yes already. Later that night if you're not tired, we're picky on the honeymoon spots," break up Lutfan.

After more than an hour of travel. Finally, the car arrived at the Al-Hikmah orphanage. Mardiyah had parked the car, when it went down it turned out there was Umm Sarah who was going to help her take Lutfan's wheelchair.

Umma Sarah pushes the wheelchair closer to the car. "Umma thinks you're home tomorrow, you know."

"Two days is enough, Umma. Lutfan doesn't like long in the inn." Mardiyah opened the car door, and led Lutfan down. "Slowly."

"Lho?" Lutfan looked at Umma Sarah. "What's your mom at home?"

"Why? Can't do? Umma's houses too." Umma Sarah touched her son's arm. "You're weird, kid. Every day Umma is also at home."

"I mean Umma here. Why not in the office? That's Umma!"

Mardiyah broke up in a whisper, "Udah, Lutfan. Sit." Sit."

When entering the house. Lutfan's wheelchair was pushed by Umma Sarah. While Mardiyah who had just been seen directly asked to sit by Grandma Aisha. He misses, wants to talk a lot. Mardiyah said, sitting and smiling thinly looking at him.

"Nitha, how was your two-day stay at the inn, son?" asked Grandma Aisha, who again had to call her 'Nitha'.

"Comfortable, Mom. Usually," answered Mardiyah.

Grandma Aisha's forehead suddenly shriveled. It was like he remembered something. "Oh yes. Mom just remembered. When I saw your wedding guestbook, there was a guy with the same last name as your boss."

"Who, Ma?"

Grandma Aisha shook her head. "Mom doesn't know. His last name is Adiwangsa. So many in fact, there are six possible people."

Ah, yes. I forget. If the name of Father, and all Adiwangsa families have the same clan, the inner Mardiyah try ordinary. "I invite them to make .. appreciate it, ma'am."

"Oala. Yes, I am even happy, son. Let your boss not tell you, let your boss know that your husband is capable" said Grandma Aisha.

"Yes, Mom." Mardiyah momentarily fell silent, looking at her Grandmother. How did he know and remember that his son 'Zanitha' had died? If he continues to think of himself as 'Nitha'. So the hope of Mardiyah to meet the tombstone of the mother is not achieved. "Mom, shall we go home to ... old house? I mean .. I want to go back there. You see I .. miss the memories there Father, Mom."

"We're not selling, are we?"

Selling? How could? inner Mardiyah.

"Your father agrees, Nit. As Mother remembers, it. Continue ..." Grandma Aisha's eyes were staring to the right left. "Mom forgot."

O Allah, it is the mind of Mardiyah that closes her eyes with one hand. Then he looked at Grandma again. "Our home address is Mother still missing?"

"Lho, did you forget?"

Mardiyah's eyes widen. "Bu-kan forgot. I mean that, Mom. I-i-"

"Mardiyah, Miss Aisha. Let's eat, I'm ready for food," said Umma Sarah suddenly who cut off her conversation with Grandma Aisha. "You too, son. The long journey is over, isn't the laper?"

"Yes, Umma." Mardiyah touched Grandma's hand. "Mom, I'll change my clothes first, okay? Mom went to the dinner table with Umma."

"Lutfan, I'm confused." Mardiyah sat on the edge of the bed with her veil removed and she looked at herself in front of the mirror. "I can't keep pretending to be Mom."

Lutfan approaching. "How do you want to?"

"I don't know. Grandma didn't want me at all." Mardiyah lowered her front hair with both hands. "I'm tired of pretending. I want Grandma to think of me as her granddaughter. Not Mom."

"Mar ..."

Mardiyah looked up again, lowering her hand from the hair. "Did I just say it?"

"Say how, Mar? What if Grandma then? He is not just senile, he also has a history of amnesia" said Lutfan.

Mardiyah's eyes were teary. "What do I need to do? I ... want to see Mom. I want to see Mom's grave, Lutfan."

"We took him slowly, Mar. You don't tell me straight away. I'll help you talk to Grandma." Lutfan's hand rubbed his wife's shoulder. "Continue too. I'm gonna get people to find out tomb---"

"No. Don't need. We'll find out everything from Grandma." Because finding out people's life history will not be that easy. You even have to pay as much. I do not want you to waste money just because of my life problems, he continued in his heart.

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Note:

Three Years apart I'll end at 110. Next I will focus on Harshada because this story I participated in the men's category race. Almahyra will update. Mama's call to Grandma Aisha I changed Mom.