Three Years Different

110 (3): I Love You, Lutfan.

The departure of Grandma Aisha really made Mardiyah sad. Even for weeks she did not leave the house, she always prepared all the needs of Lutfan-and her obligations as a wife were always done with all her heart. Although still not much to say.

Just like tonight. May have entered the fifth week if calculated already more than one month. Mardiyah had not served Lutfan thus well-intentioned intercourse. Lutfan did not ask, but Mardiyah understood, he could not be lied to. Because two days ago he heard it seemed like Lutfan was forcing himself to satisfy without his help.

How sinful this is. In fact he could not understand Lutfan who had sacrificed everything for marriage and childhood life up to the present.

Although Lutfan tried to understand Mardiyah's sadness. Lutfan should not hesitate to ask, after all it is the duty of the wife. To refuse Mardiyah would not. Because of all, whatever Lutfan needs will be filled with Mardiyah with all her heart.

"What do you want?" asked Lutfan who saw Mardiyah suddenly sitting on her lap. Lutfan was forced to put the device down, as Mardiyah's hand wrapped around her neck. "Mar ..."

Mardiyah's eyes are a little puffy. But he did not care, he momentarily looked into Lutfan's eyes. Then go down on the lips, and bring the two faces closer.

"Eghm--" Lutfan prevents Mardiyah. He wanted to end this sudden kiss. What's wrong with his wife? Mardias are not usually like this.

"Yeah."

Missing kiss.

"Mar, what the hell are you?" upset Lutfan. "Why do you suddenly think of it?"

"You're the shit?" Mardiyah looked flat. "It's as if you don't have a wife."

"Why didn't you ask? What trouble? Are you afraid I'm rejecting? Have I ever refused to have a relationship with you, Lutfan?" tanya Mardiyah bertubi with a fixed position in the lap.

Lutfan make face. "Down, Mar."

"I don't want to."

Lutfan sighed. He pulled his hair back and looked back at Mardiyah. "You think I deserve your time again to grieve? It's not a problem that you refuse or refuse. It's just a matter of me not wanting to fix your mind, the same kind of obligation I don't think I'm using."

"Not useful you say?"

Lutfan cut off his eye contact.

"Look at me, Lutfan." Mardiyah pulled Lutfan's chin.

"So, Mar? I told you to go down--"

Lutfan's eyes widen. When Mardiyah touches something that should not be touched - oh shit, Lutfan stiffens. Though he had been desperately holding back, but in an instant collapsed because of his wife.

"Mar, loose!"

Mardia refused to listen. He chose to kiss Lutfan's neck. "Open your clothes" whispered Mardiyah.

"Mar ..."

Anjir, the inner Lutfan who closes both eyes with one hand. Crazy, crazy he can go crazy with a touch of Mardiyah's hand, not to mention this kiss.

"God ... Mar, kiss."

Mardiyah stopped. He drew Lutfan's hand that covered his eyes. "You want me to open it?"

Crazy one! It's hot, anjir! inner Lutfan who directly obeyed Mardiyah to undress.

Thirty minutes passed-including two rounds. Finally done, Lutfan had just finished his bath. While Mardiyah had taken a bath, now I don't know where her wife was. Lutfan chose to sit on the edge of the bed, and his mind drifted back thirty minutes ago.

Mardis has not changed. Staying aggressive. Why is it getting hotter? Even suddenly he remembered his first intimate relationship with Mardiyah, where it used to be a failed one. Until the second succeed all led by Mardiyah. Crazy, his wife is really hot. But briefly ... if Lutfan remembers again, Mardiyah is a woman whose level of speech is minimal. And how could Mardiyah now be so close to him? Even he himself has willingly opened his heart to Mardiyah.

If you remember it first again. Lutfan doesn't even want to consider Mardiyah a wife. He remembered talking to Kiai Bashir as his Grandfather like this 'Mardiyah is my Brother, Kek.' What if he was his brother? And foster sister, too, right? The problem is where?

Damnit.

He was ashamed to remember everything.

"Eat."

The voice that suddenly entered his eardrum belonged to Mardiyah who had served food. "Yes. I'll eat."

"Now" said Mardiyah.

Lutfan pulls Mardiyah's wrist. "You too. Follow me eating here. I won't eat this much."

Mardiyah sat down without saying anything.

"You cook?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mardiyah stared at the spoonful of food that was right in her eyes. "Open your mouth, Mar. I'm a bribe" said Lutfan.

"I can--"

Mardiyah's words were held back when the rice and side dishes had forced her way in by being in front of her lips. "It is very difficult for you to open your mouth" lutfan lamented.

After chewing the last mouthful of Lutfan. Mardiyah was given a glass of water to drink, then later Mardiyah put it back on the table. And sit staring at Lutfan.

"Sorry," said Mardiyah suddenly.

Lutfan looked confused.

"I shouldn't mourn for long. I should understand that there is something that I have to live with non-stop every day. It should also be ... a week or two weeks is enough, but it turns out that I did not stop being sad for Grandma's departure." Mardiyah looked down inside. "Even I have forgotten your needs."

Lutfan.

"I'm sorry for my negligence, which really makes it difficult for you, Lutfan." Mardiyah bit her lower lip. "I don't want you to take responsibility for something that's my own fault. So I'm sorry, please forgive me. That God may also forgive me. I'm ... actually-that's a wife who's not a--"

Lutfan immediately refuted, "I'm sorry you."

"Stop thinking in vain, Mar. I myself did not ask. How can God be angry with you?" connect Lutfan.

Mardiyah.

"Now you want your hair. Wear a veil" Lutfan stared at his wheelchair. "Keep, we're out. A walk. Look at the children's home. You haven't taken it out in a long time?"

"Yes." Yeah."

His relationship with the Adiwangsa family is improving. Even suddenly he was invited to attend the marriage of Lingga with his future wife-who surnamed Upasama. There Lutfan meets Linggar. Her husband was surprised that Linggar already had a wife.

All the surprises from the Adiwangsa family really make Mardiyah and Lutfan feel this family is more than people say. At least they weren't too bad, there were some kindnesses that her husband deserved to applaud. And he will agree too.

Even suddenly like today, Mama Cecilia came to visit Al-Hikmah Orphanage. He gave a gift again-which Mardiyah herself did not ask for. Shoes couple. Jesus, Mama.

"This is a gift, it must be received," said Mama Cecilia Then she looked at Lutfan. I don't know what he thinks Mardiyah saw suspicious things from Mama and her husband. "Yes, Mama's saying goodbye."

Night around eight. After Lutfan came home from the mosque and sat down switch from wheelchair to bed. He met Mardiyah who was busy with her skincare.

"You want a mascerine?"

"No." Lutfan looked at Mardiyah who finally stood up. "Madly males."

"Why do you see me?" tanya Mardiyah who followed was sitting next to Lutfan.

Lutfan. "Moon tomorrow. Aldo said he'd be late."

"Keep why?"

"You .. ekhmmm." Lutfan scratched his neck. "No honeymoon?"

"Yourselves?"

"Yes! I'm your husband, Mar!" sewot Lutfan who made Mardiyah chuckle.

"Can. You promised me months ago." Mardiyah leaned her body. "Where is the plan going?"

"Malang."

All tickets arranged by Aldo--Lutfan's sidekick were really good. Even today Mardiyah and Lutfan are already in Batu, Malang. And the lodging that Aldo chose was the Lazuardi Hotel which branched out in this city. Any special treatment at the hotel did not surprise Mardiyah. Because the point of Mama Cecilia's view on Lutfan at that time, was all this.

"Mama Cecilia knows, Mar. But ... God is not like this, right?" said Lutfan who is not out of thought with a room that is really in a beautiful design like a newlywed. "We married la-"

"Why are we old brides?" Mardiyah looked at Lutfan flatly. "You don't like us being called newlyweds, do you?"

"Astaghfirullah, Mar. No that's. Not that I don't like it just ..."

Lutfan runs the wheelchair to the edge of the hotel bed. He took some red roses that were loved by the hotel. "Do you want us to act like newlyweds again?" lutfan.

"You, you" answered Mardiyah directly.

Lutfan and Mardiyah have decided to have a child. Doctors also allow intercourse without safety. Honestly, Lutfan is happy. So did Mardiyah who always think positive, over all the words of Lutfan. Her husband said 'if not sustenance, we will keep trying.' Even he remembered Lutfan would not sue as soon as possible. Lutfan also said that it all depends on God giving us trust.

"Aren't you married to me, Mar?" ask Lutfan again suddenly.

After a hot game in bed. Why should Lutfan ask the question that Lutfan himself actually knows that answer.

"Mar ..."

"No" answered Mardiyah. "For me to be your wife doesn't create any regrets at all."

Lutfan chuckled. He hugged Mardiyah from behind, then rubbed his wife's stomach. "I'm still unstable sometimes. Still like a kid. You're not feeling comfortable at all?"

"No."

"Your answer doesn't go on." Lutfan slapped Mardiyah's shoulder. "You don't love me?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, is that okay? It's not very clear in my opinion." Lutfan sensed the movement of Mardiyah, who was suddenly staring at him.

"Don't tell me to say 'i love you'." Mardiyah looked straight. "I don't want to."

"That's terrible .. when I want to cry--"

Mardiyah rebutted, "Why didn't you just say? Don't you love me?"

"Yes. I love!"

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. Then pulled Lutfan closer by holding her hand around her husband's neck. "Say more" whispered Mardiyah.

"I love you soo much. I love. Love is so much with you!" Lutfan kissed Mardiyah's forehead. "Muach! It's a sign of love, make it Mar."

Mardiyah immediately laughed, as Lutfan called her 'Kak Mar' this man. He forgot that he married Lutfan who was three years apart from him. God, how worried this young man is.

"Lutfan, thank you for everything." Mardiyah pulls Lutfan in a decapitation. He whispered, "On your love, and Umma's affection."

"For the first time, I don't regret being born in the world. Mom put me in the right person. Umma not only love me a whole family. Umma also love you for me." Netra Mardiyah was teary. "Mother's hope is also achieved. I married a good man, and was given a happy family."

"I love you, Lutfan. Thank you for accepting me to be your wife," late Mardiyah felt her neck wet. "You crying?"

Lutfan shook his head with a sob. "Don't be sad again, Mar. I promise you will continue to be happy" said her husband.

...--TAMAT---...

Thanks for the time. The Three Years of the Year had a story like this. They're happy. Mardiyah remained with her attitude but Oh God why is this cool girl romantic anyway?😭

Don't forget to stop by my other stories. My latest story is Harshada (Romance Modern) (The story of his son Gumira Adiwangsa namely Linggar Adiwangsa and Elshanum) and the old but will be actively updated is Vashti (Romansa Fantasi and Istana)

Just once, yeah. Looking forward to my next story.