Three Years Different
107
In the afternoon. Exactly like magrib Mardiyah still did not come out of the room. He was trying to avoid Grandma Aisha. Lutfan also seems to be going home like isya. And he could only lay down on the bed with a mind that could not calm down at all.
The kling!
Sawai Mardiyah who was beside the bed rang. That's a notification from the app.
@rajendraadiwangsa_
2 new messages
The Netra Mardiyah was completely rounded. He who had been relaxing, now changed his position to sit. This ... really ... Rajendra's? Instagram her?! his inner. How can this man know his social media? And also, why contact him? It's insanity. His heart even thumped because again he remembered Rajendra's treatment.
"I have to open it?" muttered.
Mardiyah. "Nonsense. Wait for a few minutes. Or if it could be an hour."
The kling!
@rajendraadiwangsa_
3 new messages
He sent again?! inner Mardiyah who inevitably he opened the message. Honestly, he was very curious.
@rajendraadiwangsa_
I'm Rajendra.
Could meet?
Jyotika Ira's. Tomorrow afternoon. Around twelve o'clock.
Mardiyah immediately shook her head. Meeting Rajendra is just looking to die. This man really had an unstable emotion. Who's to guarantee Rajendra doesn't hurt him?
The kling!
@rajendraadiwangsa_
My driver will pick you up.
Don't tell your husband.
^^^ I cannot.^^^
@rajendraadiwangsa_
You must want to.
My driver's coming for you tomorrow.
Mardiyah. He's out of the app. Damn it. Rajendra this is really forcing!
The kling!
@rajendraadiwangsa_
I have important information about your family.
He intentionally? his inner. But, if the man really has information about his family how? Wouldn't it be better to try? He could reason to meet with Mama Cecilia in Jyotika Ira.
"I'm sorry I went back to Malaman" said Lutfan.
Mardiyah who had just changed into a nightgown smiled faintly at her husband. "No pa-pa."
"So, what are you doing for so long?" asked Mardiyah who took a seat on the edge of the bed.
Lutfan has successfully removed the sheath, and taken over by Mardiyah to fold as neatly as possible. "There was a talk from Banyu. Keep the girls' parlors there's also a lecture from Ustadzah Aini."
Mardiyah nodded.
"Have you eaten?" ask Lutfan.
"Udah. You?"
"Udah too. It just so happened to be fed that fried food."
Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "Lutfan me tomorrow I want permission."
"Where is Izin?"
"Jyotica Ira." Mardiyah tucked her hair in her ear. "I want to see Mama Cecilia."
"Yes, no pa-pa. I'm anter?"
Mardiyah shook her head quickly. "No need. It was a bit late in the day. You're going to the outlet in the morning."
"Yes too, yeah." Lutfan was silent for a moment. Like thinking a way out. "I told Cak Sur to go home how? Make your anterin?"
"Nonsense. Don't need. Incidentally, Mama said there will be a driver who picked up," replied Mardiyah.
Twelve o'clock at night. Mardiyah was asleep. Lutfan is still awake busy with his laptop, he is looking for the right honeymoon place, he has promised something to his wife. He really did not want to deny, and ended up disappointing.
Some choices of places may be according to the taste of Mardiyah. The city he chose if not in Malang or maybe in Yogyakarta. Both places he chose. Maybe to the temple, or if not to the beach.
^^^Do, when do you take a holiday?^^^
^^^He said, you want a fiancee, right?^^^
As Lutfan turned his eyes to the laptop for a moment. It turned out that Aldo's reply had appeared. He thought, maybe this guy stayed up?
Aldo
Canceled.
Lutfan's eyes widen. Canceled? How could? Does Bokap Nyokapnya disagree? his inner.
Aldo
That girl is pregnant with another guy.
The other day, he said I was all he was. I haven't been to that outlet for a few days, really bad. I don't want to go to Elo, I also have no intention of resigning. I'm just sick of it, njir.
Lo as an owner, if I could ask for help. Fire him can?
Crazy anjir. Pregnant?! inner Lutfan who is not inexhaustible.
^^^Gue cannot fire immediately.^^^
^^^But tomorrow I go there, you have to come.^^^
^^^Gue wants to discuss the same holiday date lo.^^^
Aldo
Okay. I'm dateng.
After mutating a short message. Lutfan placed his device and laptop in a small locker on a drawer table. The night was getting late he needed to sleep to leave early in the morning to the outlet. It seems, too, he will leave at dawn, because the outlet that Aldo managed quite far from the orphanage.
"Egh."
Mardiyah moved with her sleep facing her. That pretty parachute with dark brown hair is really mesmerizing in this dim light.
Sleeping is beautiful. Wonder me. Whose wife, this anyway? inner Lutfan whose eyes are relentless looking at the thin pink lips naturally have the wife.
"Kiss no, okay?" muttered.
Akh, anjir. How thanks! his inner closed eyes by slapping slowly his left and right cheeks. "Conscious, Lutfan."
His wife seemed to be moving around rubbing her eyes. Seconds later, open my eyes. "Lutfan, you haven't slept?" ask Mardiyah.
Lutfan smiled broadly. "Yet, Mar. B-but this is my plan to sleep." He patted his wife's shoulder. "You're sleeping again, huh? I'm temenin."
"Yes." Yeah."
Oh Allah ... sound of the girl waking up gini very, inner Lutfan.
"You're a little cynical. I want to hug you" said Mardiyah, again.
J Y O T I K A I R A
Taman somehow what was around the inscription of the inn added a glamorous impression. Mama Cecilia is a lover of flowers, whether she gets from where until the flowers are made into a suitable blend. And give the eyes a beauty.
When the driver stops the car. He said, "Young Miss, Young Master Rajendra spoke that you can go straight to the receptionist. The people there will help Miss to get to the Young Master's room."
"good. Thank you, sir."
Mardiyah got off and went straight to the receptionist. But again he met a woman who has a name tag Dita.
"Good day, Miss Mardiyah! You're Mr. Lutfan's wife, huh?" The woman named Dita smiled kindly. "I'm Dita. Young Master Rajendra gave me orders to escort you to his room."
"Yes," answered Mardiyah briefly, expressionlessly.
Dita. "Good, Miss. Let me take you."
About two minutes drive. She stopped at one of the doors and let him in. And when Mardiyah's small steps into the room, it turns out there Rajendra is sitting in the work chair.
"Please, sit down" Rajendra said.
Mardiyah gulped, slowly she sat down on the gray sofa. "What information do you have about my family?"
"I?" Rajendra raised one of his eyebrows. "I've tried to be informal. Turns out you came in still using the word 'me'."
Informal talk with you will sound strange, Rajendra, inner Mardiyah.
"Yes already. It's up to you" Rajendra continued. The man got up from his chair, changed to sit on a single sofa that was directly facing him. "I know Mama and Grandpa are trying to find out about your mother's family."
"Damn it." Rajendra's eyes looked. "Why can Mom love you? Why is Grandpa willing to help you? And they know that you are the son of that secretary."
Mardiyah.
"You're happy, right? Getting such love?" rajendra.
Mardiyah replied, "All the children are living in an orphanage. It must be nice to get this much affection, right, Rajendra?" Because again I need to remind you that your life from the beginning was full of love and love from all your family. So you will never know as hard as what life is without family, he continued in his heart.
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