Three Years Different

Section 14

I don't know why tomorrow is so fast. After cooking for breakfast the children of Mardiyah orphanage hurriedly headed for the dormitory took her bag and motor keys.

At six o'clock twenty minutes Mardiyah left after saying goodbye to Umma Sarah. As usual, the clothes he was wearing were black, with an outer navy. Maybe the trip will take an hour more, usually he will take a short break at the Amanah Store guarded by Jafar. Because the shop was closer to the trip to the flower shop.

An hour passed. The last red light he will soon arrive at the Flower Shop Harsa, and it has been ascertained also, Miss Harsa Jayantaka has come. To immediately interrogate, Mardiyah had prepared a definite answer.

"Excuse me," said Mardiyah slowly-entering the storefront where she immediately greeted Regita.

"Mardiyah, you ... how are you?"

Mardiyah smiled at a glance. "I'm good, Gita."

"Mrs Harsa's here yet?"

Regita. "It has. He's inside."

Mardiyah's feet stepped closer to Madam Harsa's room. It is fortunate, he has not met with Kak Devina, because actually he could not afford to, to look at the face of Kak Devina again. And not feeling, his steps stopped, he took a seat face to face with Madam Harsa.

"Explain now why you wanted to resign, Mardiyah?"

Mardiyah replied, "I've already explained in the email, Madam."

"I want an explanation directly from you, Mar. Please do not disappoint me as the owner of this shop. You're aware, aren't you? That I have given you a job at the florist as the main staff along with Regita and Devina. If there's a personal reward, can't you just finish it by yourself?" obviously Miss Harsa.

Ah, yes. There was a cctv, the inner Mardiyah with a moment of looking down. Then looked up at Madam Harsa again. "I'm sorry, Miss Harsa. Because actually, in the long run I have planned to resign from this flower shop," he said.

"Reason?"

Three seconds later, Mardiyah said, "I feel like I don't fit anymore, Madam. And my job here as a main staff requires that I meet people I don't want to meet."

"Who?"

Anyone, the inner Mardiyah. Three seconds later he replied, "New people, Madam."

"Okay. You keep working here, as the main staff. I won't ask you to meet new people again. It was the last day, I promise, Mardiyah," explained Ms. Harsa.

Mardiyah. Indeed he did not understand the intention of Miss Harsa, obviously he wanted to resign. But being held like this.

"I want a re---"

Ms. Harsa refuted, "Please, Mardiyah. I'm having a hard time finding new employees that I can trust more than you, Regita and Devina."

"Good, Mistress. But maybe I will only last one year. At that time, please Lady Harsa look for someone she can really trust" explains Mardiyah.

Madam Harsa nodded. "thank you. I think that time was more than enough, Mardiyah."

Mardiyah. Maybe when he comes out, he will meet with Brother Devina. It is regretful to have said a no-no to Brother Devina. To be honest, he was a good man, whom he was very obedient to. But his emotions are indeed being ignited, and it is difficult to control.

"Mar, let's sit here" Regita said.

Mardiyah sat face to face with Regita.

"Have breakfast?"

Mardiyah nodded. "It."

"Today's a spicy chicken milk is the same as yellow rice, you know" said Regita.

"Yes. I'll try lunch, Git."

The sound of bells indicates that someone is entering. Just as he looked, it was true. That's Brother Devina.

"Morning," said Brother Devina and took a seat beside Regita.

"By the morning too, Brother."

Lousy.

Suddenly such an atmosphere was felt. When Regita went to arrange the new flowers in front of the store. Mardiyah was silent, as was Brother Devina.

"Eghm .. a-anu, Brother Dev, Mar."

Both looked at me when called.

"Yes?"

"Hm?"

"That .. in the cashier there are names that need to be sent flowers. Sis Dev was with you Mar, told Mrs Harsa to scrape," explained Regita.

Mardiyah. "Yes. I check."

While Kak Devina nodded, walking in opposite directions with Mardiyah. And while both were at the cashier's place, Mardiyah invited Kak Devina first to see a list of buyers' names.

"Cecilia Adiwangsa order one bouquet of white roses, two bouquets of red roses, and a delicious night of one tie. Who sent it later ... " Sister Devina was silent for a moment.

" ... I."

Both are equally evocative. Until Brother Devina looked, "Two. Wanna?"

"Yes, brother," said Mardiyah.

...🌺...

The residence of Gautama Adiwangsa is very luxurious. Brother Devina may be mediocre because they often see luxury housing like this. While Mardiyah, yes ... ordinary as well. For this is indeed the creator's pleasure for his servant. But bad rumors, indeed passing by his ears, about the dark record of Adiwangsa's descendants.

"Oh yes, Miss Dev. Want to send flowers to Madame Adiwangsa, huh?"

Brother Devina nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"It just so happens that Mrs Adiwangsa is waiting inside, Ms. Dev. He left a message, asking Bu Dev to come in" said the chief maid at the main residence.

Very complicated, the inner Mardiyah addressed the Adiwangsa residence that has many rooms.

"Any, Devina!" said Mrs Cecilia Adiwangsa by taking a seat on the gray single sofa.

"I have sent you, madam. All taken by the head of the maid," explained Kak Devina.

Madam Cecilia nodded. "Thank you, Devina. And who are you ... with?"

Brother Devina saw Mardiyah. "He's Mardiyah, Madam. The main staff is also like me."

Madam Cecilia smiled faintly. "Greetings. Send flowers to me often, huh? To be closer to me."

"Yes, Madam," said Mardiyah.

After that Kak Devina and Mardiyah pagit, and on the way both are equally silent. Because not among the drivers, who drive the car is Devina Kak.

"May ..."

"Yes, Brother?"

Three seconds later Devina said, "I'm sorry. I know it's my fault, Mar. I should not force the will of others. Moreover, it was you, who had obviously already refused."

Mardiyah was silent for a moment, staring straight at the street. "I understand Brother Devina as a friend, a coworker and also as a Sister. I am truly grateful, Brother Dev is already worried about my future. But Kak Dev, my family background is completely inappropriate for the people that Kak Devina introduced. There were even times where I felt low before Kak Devina and Regita. It's all because ..."

Brother Devina looked.

"Because I'm just a lucky guy, who can get this job. Moreover, it has an owner as good as Mrs Harsa, and colleagues like Kak Devina and Regita, second to none," added Mardiyah.

The car stops at the red light.

"What the hell are you, Mar? How many times did Miss Harsa tell you? If caste has no effect on your work performance. And again you don't remember? Why do we call Miss Harsa Madam?" Brother Devina paused. "That's because of our respect for him. The rest he did not ask us to call the big lady surnamed Jayantaka."

Yes, Brother Devina was right, Inner Mardiyah stared at the yellow starting lights and the next second greened.

"And about your family background, Mar." Brother Devina took a quick look and stared at the road again. "That's a thing in itself, which is your right as well as the various stories of your life with whom."

"So stop saying that the people I introduce to you are not worthy of you and your family. What do you know about the Lord's ordinance to His servants? Do not immediately prejudiced that is not-nothing, Mar," continued Kak Devina.

Again Kak Devina was right, Inner Mardiyah by looking at Kak Devina from the side. "Thank you for the advice, Brother Devina."

"Gee!" Devina looked at me with widened eyes. "Who said that was advice, huh? Since when have I been talking seriously. Haish! You said that, ngingetin I'm the same age as me, Mar!"

"Sister Devina is old. But Brother's face is still beautiful" said Mardiyah.

"Wah-wah. You're this! Frankly barbarity. Also, the intention is muji or what is it, huh?"

Mardiyah smiled faintly. "I'll make it clear, Brother."

^^^

Note:

In part 17, 18, 19 or 20 (i still think the part) I will skip to 1 year 8 months where the meeting of Alma and Mardiyah, he said, also where Lutfan started to settle in the orphanage. Anyway refer to the story of Almahyra incident with the viewpoint of Lutfan and Mardiyah in Beda Three Years.

There is a little error:

His wife Gautama Adiwangsa was Cecilia. Not Cecelia. I was wrong in the family tree yesterday.

Mardiyah's winner is Regita. In part 5 I wrote Regina (already edited)

So-called.