Three Years Different

109 (1): Grandma Aisha's Memory Returns.

Lutfan.

"Generic ..."

"You met him?" asked Lutfan by looking at Mardiyah flat. "In Ira Jyotika? You're lying to me? You said you met Ms. Cecilia, Rajendra said, right?"

"I'm .. I'm sorry," said Mardiyah. "I also met Mama Cecilia there. But ... My original goal was to meet Rajendra."

"You believe him? What if he lied to you? Keep macem-macem, huh?" Lutfan looks angry. "Do you know, anyway? If I'm worried, Mar."

"I understand. But what's wrong with me trying to meet him?" Mardiyah looked at Lutfan deeply. "I don't fully believe. But no matter how much I deny the facts, he's my family's, isn't he, Lutfan?"

"He said he knew about Mom" continued Mardiyah who then lowered her head. "I agreed to come to Jyotika Ira to meet her because I really wanted to know."

Lutfan.

"The first person who knew I was Mr. Gautama's son was Rajendra. He even knows the details. She knew how many days I was left in this parlour after birth, she also knew the reason, she knew Mom's relationship and-" Mardiyah bit her lower lip. "He knows everything. So ... There's no harm, right? You-I-I tried?"

"She said .. I can take anyone but you." Mardiyah held tightly to her robe. "So I plan to take Abhimata with me. But I'm gonna take you, too."

Lutfan was breathing.

"Please .. don't be angry, don't be .. forbid me not to trust him, Lutfan. I haven't tried to come to that funeral." Mardiyah's tears fell on the back of Lutfan's hand. "I ... want to see for myself .. want to try to find Mom."

"I don't appreciate you. I just .. want to try it myself. Please Lutfan," end of Mardiyah.

Lutfan looked at his right hand held by Mardiyah. Then his left hand was raised, touching the wife's long mane.

"Okay. I'm coming on Sunday," broke up Lutfan.

Both corners of Mardiyah's lips lifted. In fact he immediately pulled Lutfan's hand closer to his lips. "Thank you."

"Udah. Don't cry anymore. I'm allowed to."

Mardiyah rubbed both of her right left cheeks. "Yes." Yeah."

Grandma Aisha looked at every corner of this room. Goody. The outside house is different from the contents. Then his eyes caught one medium frame that was right next to the sofa. There is a picture of the bride, who she believes is Zanitha and her husband, Lutfan.

Not long after, he frowned. Has Nitha's husband been paralyzed from a long time? his inner. For a moment he remembered, the photo was taken at the reception. Well, lately senile often relapses.

Next Grandma Aisha's eyes turned to the side again, there was a photo of young Lutfan. And beside her, there was Umma Sarah, probably with her husband. As he gazed to the side again, there was a family photo but it seemed to be in ... hospital?

That ... Nitha's? Who's on Nak Lutfan's bed? When's photo? How come I don't want, my son ever photographed this same husband? inner Grandma Aisha who began to rise up took the photo and looked carefully. Then slowly his eyes looked down, there was a date at the beginning of this year.

"Lho's? A moment ... earlier this year?"

Aisha's grandmother suddenly remembered the year of her son's birth. Then he hurriedly walked towards Umma Sarah's room.

"Mom, Mom!" Umma Sarah's room door was knocked several times until it opened.

"Yes, Mom?" umma Sarah.

Grandma Aisha looked at Umma Sarah for a moment and immediately asked, "What age is Miss Lutfan, huh?"

"20 years, Mom."

Netra Grandma Aisha widens.

"Why, Mom?"

Grandma Aisha shook her head. Nitha should be age .. four three. But how can he get married the same .. no, his mind that immediately turned to knock on the door of Lutfan and Mardiyah's room.

"Nitha, out!"

Lutfan and Mardiyah who had just wanted to close their eyes were shocked. Mardiyah hurried down unconsciously using no veil. While Lutfan tried to go down by himself by holding firmly on to the bed.

"What's up, Mom?" mardiyah said as she opened the door. In front of her were Grandma Aisha and Umma Sarah.

Aisha's grandmother touched Mardiyah's long brown hair. Then he looked long at Mardiyah. "You ... You're not Nitha, are you?"

"Face ... hair ... all similar. But ..." Grandma Aisha's gaze turned on Mardiyah's eyes. "Your eyes .. You are not Nitha. Nitha my son .. she ..."

Grandma remember? inner Mardiyah who gulped a few times. Even he shook his head in disbelief, his eyes did not blink. "A-I .. it's not--"

"You really aren't, Nitha, are you?!" jikak Granny Aisha. "Keep why did you come to me as my son! You are a fraud! You're this-"

Umm Sarah refuted, "Mom Aisha, calm down, ma'am. I'll be clear, Mom."

Aisha's grandmother suddenly fell to her knees which spontaneously made Mardiyah crouch. "Sir, astaghfirullah."

Lutfan who was behind Mardiyah in a wheelchair seemed surprised. While Umma Sarah has been ready to help lift the upper part followed by Mardiyah on the lower part of Grandma Aisha's body. Then put him on the sofa in the living room.

Mardiyah rubbed her Grandma's hand, hoping she would wake up as soon as possible. "sam ... Grandma ... wake up, Grandma."

"It." Umma Sarah came to give me eucalyptus oil so that soon Grandma Aisha breathed. "Mar, briefly. Let Umma see your grandmother."

Mardiyah. He stood beside Lutfan who was sitting in a wheelchair looking worriedly at Grandma Aisha. "Mar .." he said slowly.

Mardiyah looked with sad eyes.

"No pa-pa. Your grandmother must be fine. He was just in shock, Mar," continued Lutfan by holding Mardiyah's left hand. "You calm down, huh?"

Not long Grandma Aisha's right fingers moved. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked at the sky of the house in confusion.

"Nek .." said Mardiyah who returned to squatting. "Grandmother ... This is a-ku .. Grandma's granddaughter."

Grandma Aisha's eyes turned to Mardiyah. His eyes were teary, his lips slightly opened were hard to speak.

"Mr ..." Mardiyah's tears were dripping again. "I'm Mardiyah. Me .. Grandma's Grandma's. I'm not Mom .. A-I'm not Grandma's son."

From Grandma Aisha's tail. Mardiyah could see tears flowing from there, though her eyes were now straight up. "Cu .. cu? A-the kid from Nitha? The same bastard? "

Mardiyah hush.

"You're even outrageous" continued Grandma Aisha without staring. "At your wedding reception .. you let that bastard ... who ruined my son's life, come there."

Grandma Aisha's tears are flowing again. Even Mardiyah felt every remark her Grandmother said was full of emphasis.

"Nitha's decision .. gave birth to you .. it's wrong." Grandma Aisha looked at Mardiyah for a moment. "You even seem to love the man who made my son suffer."

Mardiyah nodded slowly. "Grandfather, not---"

"Why?" The two met again. When Grandma Aisha refutes. "Is it because he is rich? Or ... 'cause he wants to give you an inheritance? Or what? Why can ... Nitha gave birth to a child ... who does not know themselves?!"

Mardiyah's chest. The conclusion her Grandmother made was a painful one. How could he be like this?

"Mom Aisha" said Umma Sarah, who suddenly entered the conversation. "I'll take Mom to the room first. Mommy needs to rest. Mardiyah you also rest, huh? Let your grandmother be the same Umma."

Mardiyah was still sculpting when Grandma Aisha was led by Umma Sarah into the room. Lutfan looked at his wife's trembling back. She must be crying, her inner self unconsciously biting her lower lip.

"Mar ..."

From behind Lutfan saw Mardiyah shake her head.

I don't know myself? inner Mardiyah who holds the chest. So hurt. Her grandmother said without knowing how much she would accept Gautama as her biological father. The conclusion that he loved Gautama more is wrong. Since she read the letter from her mother. He has decided to love his mother more than anyone else in the world. But why, did his grandmother assume that his encounter with Gautama seemed to be a betrayal?

Mardiyah understood this naturally. But the accusation was very unacceptable. Why did when he found out he was his grandson, he did not immediately hug? He chose to question something that had passed.

So, I was wrong to meet my father, Grandma? inner Mardiyah.

"Mar ..."

I heard Lutfan's voice clearly. Mardiyah directly rubbed both of her cheeks, wiped away the tears and turned around. "Let's take a break" he said slowly.

"Tomorrow let's go straight to Jyotika Ira," said Lutfan suddenly. "I'm taking the day off."

Mardiyah hush.

"Mar ..."

"Yes?"

"You're beating me up?"

Mardiyah nodded. "Hardener."

Lutfan took Mardiyah's hand, and held it. "I told you not to pa-pa, Mar. Grandma was in shock. He certainly won't like that anymore."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Umma will definitely talk to Grandma. Don't be sad, okay?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Lutfan was silent for a moment, looking closely at his wife who had just agreed. "Mar .. already. Here's my snatch again. Sleep hug me."

"I ... want to cry, again. Please ... don't look, don't .. dengerin too," said Mardiyah who immediately hugged Lutfan tightly.

Lutfan nodded slowly. "Yes. I'm gonna pretend."