Three Years Different

Part 2: The suffering.

"Your suffering is not the same. But ... is equally painful right, son?"

Lutfan could only nod.

"Lutfan said goodbye, Umma. Wanna go around the outlet again."

Umma Sarah's forehead shriveled. "Round the outlet again? Are your schoolwork done?"

"Umma forgot? Lutfan is already a National Exam, just see if Lutfan pass or not? So just relax, Umma" replied Lutfan.

Netra Umma Sarah. "Sure dong! Must have passed Umma's son!"

"Aamiinu. Do'a I must have been granted. So please help him in every prostration, huh Umma? Do'ain I'm Umma's handsome son. The drug! I pamit Umma. Assalamualaikum!"

"Mosur."

Lutfan never denied that his longing for Mardiyah was once very big. The memories of childhood where he and Mardiyah loved each other, clinging to each other in times of calamity still spun clearly on his mind.

Even in the sad moments of life where he had to lose the figure of Father, Mardiyah never came for him, the woman only came for Umma just comforting Umma not with her. But if he remembers first, Mardiyah once promised that every time she shed tears, the embrace of the woman was the cure.

Either intentionally disavowed, or indeed forgotten.

You think, I can see you crying Mar? inner Lutfan.

Intentionally Lutfan parked his car in the barrier of the girls and boys dormitory adjacent to the Mardiyah dormitory, for a moment he could see if Mardiyah's condition was fine. Or at least see someone accompanying the woman in her tears.

"Weh! Why are you Lutfan?!"

Lutfan's heart is racing. He was really surprised. "Yes! You want to make me hang? I'm crazy shocked!"

"Your mouth is me! Most people in the city can't control it. Why are you looking at the princess dormitory?" Banyu.

Lutfan looked at Banyu sewot. "Who are you yourself? Santri kok lurking in the orphanage. Go back to the pesantren!"

Banyu shook his head in a serighar. "You can answer my question, Lut, Lut. Wonder me as you. Wes, I'm back at the boarding school. Assalamualaikum."

"Vaalaikumussalam. Careful."

Lutfan looked at Banyu's departure with a murmur, "Lagian why do you ask? The guy I saw in the orphanage dorm got my Umma. It doesn't matter, do I see?"

After an indistinct nagging, Lutfan entered the car. Actually he wanted to drive himself, but because he was still in school Umma forbid it. So he escorted Cak Sur everywhere, which he used to be his Abinya driver.

"Where, Mas?" ask Cak Sur.

"Reverse to the city. We're going around the outlet again, kid." Lutfan weighing, what should all outlets? How about as it is. It can also be done online. "Two outlets, Cak. Later if it has been directly anterin me to the cost, yes Cak?"

"Excite, Mas."

The car drove, the trip would probably take about an hour say no stuck. Intentions want to close the eyes, but the device in the front pocket reads.

Who else? Very disturbing, inner Lutfan.

Mas Jafar

May I ask for a favor?

Turns out Jafar-Kakak was his cousin.

^^^Bby, Mas^^^

^^^What?^^^

Mas Jafar

Please in town, buy me a notebook and a pen. I need.

Sorry to bother you, because I didn't get out at all.

It's okay, isn't it Lutfan?

Santai Mas^^^^

^^^No pa-pa, I will buy it

^^^How much?^^^

Mas Jafar

One cardboard all

^^^Oke ready^^^

^^^Besok if I go home,^^^

^^^I stopped by the pesantren^^^

Mas Jafar

Thank you, Lutfan

Screen device off. Lutfan put the device back in his pocket, before closing his eyes he said, "Sir, please stop by the Purnama store."

"Jalan Orchid, Cak. Deket same outlet," replied Lutfan.

Cak Sur nodded.

"I'm going to sleep, sister. Wake up, will you please, Cak?"

Cak Sur nodded. "Ready, Mas."

...🌺...

Somewhere else.

The orphanage is home to Mardiyah. People will never understand the pain, people can only make fun of it without understanding the speech that is thrown is very influential for his life. Not having a father and mother, Mardiyah is fine. But why does the world seem to shout that illegitimate children should not be happy?

Heart hurts.

What's a piece of paper in this envelope? Dear omens? Or a sign that he still has parents? Nauseate! He felt he did not need this letter. If indeed he is the desired child what is so difficult to just give a name?

Mardiyah hates.

What kind of life would he find because he was born from the womb of such a despicable woman?

Disgust.

"Sir Mar ..."

The window of Mardiyah's slightly open room revealed Inayah who was peeping.

"What's wrong?"

"Ehmm ... A-I can come in, sister?"

Mardiyah got out of bed, and opened the door slowly. "Why what?"

"A-I see, K-sister Mar is crying. K-sister Mar isn't pa-pa?"

The view of Mardiyah, which was originally sharp, is now softening. Though Inayah dormitory is far from the dorm, why can the little girl get here? "Son't pa-pa, Naya."

"Wanna get in?"

Soon Inayah shook her head. "E-no, O-people Kak Mar outside, why am I coming in?"

"Sister in. Come on, come in."

Little steps Inayah entered the dormitory room Mardiyah, the little girl thought she might be confused about where she wanted to sit.

"Sit on the bed" said Mardiyah.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he twisted his fingers with his head down he said, "Sister ..why cry?"

"The problem of adults."

"Ehm ... e-everything is an adult problem what? Kok Kak until the cry is so great," asked Inayah.

Mardiyah smiled bitterly. How could he cry until Inayah felt strange? "What's that about?" tanyakanya.

"Ka .. yak is very sick."

The problem is sick, Nay, inner Mardiyah.

"It hurts a little bit, Nay," said Mardiyah.

Inayah nodded. "Bi-usually if people cry in the hug will diem. K-sister Mar want me to hug?"

This time it was not a smile. Yet the faint smile that he appeared to Inayah - these little girls learned from where? Where does the knowledge come from that hugs are the cure of this kind of pain?

"Can, here."

Inayah approached stretching out her arms hugging so tightly. "Where's Brother?" ask Inayah.

"What's the matter?"

A pat was felt on Mardiyah's back.

"His name is Sis" said Inayah.

People are right about hugs. This deck felt warm and comfortable, this little girl seemed to be a reflection of her former self. Why can a hug from Inayah so make him feel peaceful and better?

The pain in his chest subsided.

"Good, Nay."

Feels like my childhood hug with him, Inner Mardiyah.

Note:

Two years ago after four months of accidents Lutfan's father, Jafar and Jafar's father, Lutfan was 18 years old to graduate school.