Three Years Different

Section 16

The days pass so quickly. Precisely this week together tonight at a special event for children orphanages and boarding schools who can visit. As always, Mardiyah will keep a front booth where welcoming the children, to tell the rules and how to play.

And also, many regular contributors were present at this event. One of them is Adyuta. Aryandra actually came here, but not with her family. The man invited one of his friends, Regan, as secretary Gumira Adiwangsa.

"You're Mardiyah, huh? Regita's coworker?"

Mardiyah nodded, as usual her expression this time was not too flat. "Yes." Yeah."

"Greetings. Me, Regan."

Mardiyah nodded without accepting Regan's right hand.

"Greetings. I'm Mardiyah. Sorry can not shake hands," said Mardiyah.

Regan laughed lightly, pulling his hand. "Ah, yes. I forgot, Muslim women can't just come into contact with men, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Aryandra replied, "Your knowledge is increasing, Regan."

Regan's gone. He said he wanted to try all the food he never tried in the city. Aryandra kept Mardiyah here. I don't know what the man wanted to say, so it took all this time.

"Please talk" said Mardiyah.

Aryandra stared straight where people were playing around, some were laughing, some were eating together.

"Your place of residence is beautiful, Mardiyah," said Aryandra.

Yes, beautiful, inner Mardiyah with also staring straight, the focus now is Inayah who is trying the game with Salsa. "What you see now is entertainment. Because actually, there is nothing beautiful in the lives of the children in this orphanage" he said.

"Only entertainment? Nothing beautiful?" Aryandra nodded slowly. "I think you're the one who keeps seeing your life and the children of this orphanage from the point of view of grief, Mar."

"Is that what it is?" Mardiyah looked at Aryandra from the side. This man is indeed the most handsome prince of the Adyuta family. "So you want to say that I'm less grateful?"

"You said it. Not me," Aryandra said with a light laugh.

"What is this guy like you, Aryandra?" Mardiyah's gaze turned straight as Aryandra looked at her. "Just be able to look at it from a happy angle."

"Do you think human life is about pleasure?" mardiyah.

Aryandra. "Indeed, have you ever met a person who is balanced in thinking about his life?"

Once, that person was near me, the inner Mardiyah without crying Aryandra's speech.

"I don't think so. Because humans will lean on one of them. If sad, people will constantly remember their sad times. If happy, all the fun will continue to feel," continued Aryandra.

There are. Lutfan never leaned from one of them, the inner Mardiyah, again.

"I'm right, aren't I, Mardiyah?

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes. I was leaning on one of them. But Aryandra, I've met someone who is balanced in thinking about her life."

"Who?"

Mardiyah. "You don't need to know."

"Male?"

Aryandra nodded with a light laugh. "I just want to know."

There was silence for a moment. Mardiyah said, "He's my little friend."

"An orphanage kid too?"

"Yes." Yeah." Mardiyah. "I'm sorry. Because I think our conversation has been more than enough."

...🌺...

What kind of talk is being done by the two people against that type? Damnit. His eyes felt stained, why should he see the scenery not wearing like this?

Ah, a regular contributor, huh? inner Lutfan with his net that refocus set the coins for children. Is he the guy who's one car with Mardiyah? Because he had passed the parking lot and saw the man get off the car that he saw first at the Lazuardi hotel.

Even the smile and gaze of the man was never lost in looking at Mardiyah. What needs a lecture? So that those eyes can look down, do not carelessly look!

"Lut! Just daydreaming of you!"

As always. Banyu is the second person after Aldo who always likes to surprise him.

"Gue is counting coins, Nyu. No longer daydreaming" said Lutfan.

Banyu. "Nugustious! If you're really counting you should know that Inayah asked you for another coin."

Lutfan stared towards the front where senior santri gave coins to Inayah.

"Ah, that?" Lutfan. "Gue didn't hear Inayah saying, Nyu. Less loud. It's noisy in here."

"Well?"

Lutfan out of staff. "Gue's going to the kitchen first. Drink."

"Lho but Lut. There's-"

Lutfan immediately passed without listening to Banyu's words. The goal is the kitchen, just want to drink there. Perhaps quiet, he wanted to calm down while resting. Because I just graduated this morning.

"Mas Lutfan, need anything?"

He just sat down. There was a soft voice that spoke, it turned out that Ustazah Aini, the older brother of Banyu.

"No, Ustazah. I just want to sit here" replied Lutfan.

Looks like Ustazah Aini is struggling in the kitchen. One minute, he finally said goodbye and before that Ustazah Aini said, "There is tea there, Mas. And the ice cubes are in the basin."

"Eghmm .. i-iya Ustazah. Sorry to bother."

Ustazah Aini smiled faintly. "I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum."

"Mosur."

His thirst had not disappeared, he quickly picked up tea and ice cubes. Then sip until it runs out, fresh taste.

"Simply, it can make me feel better! Not feeling very hot like that," muttered Lutfan.