Three Years Different

Section 17

After quenching his thirst and fatigue in the kitchen. Lutfan planned to return, but when he heard the sound of a soft cry he stopped to come out. He tried to sharpen his ears, thinking that this was indeed a human voice.

Not the devil, is it? inner Lutfan by back sitting on a wooden chair. Issued the device, about to contact Banyu. The little girl suddenly entered the kitchen.

"Oh God, Inayah! Ngangetin Abang you!"

Inayah. "Pardon me, Bang."

"Why are you?"

Inayah looks like a chopping road.

"I-I've fallen, Bang," said Inayah.

Lutfan immediately stood up, approached Inayah and helped her to sit down. "Fall down where are you, Nay?"

"In front of the office. I-I slipped, Bang."

Lutfan was a bitighar, in his gaze Inayah who was crying sobbing. "Which one is sick?"

"Here, Bang." Appointed knee Inayah, where the robe used was torn, Lutfan did not understand how to fall. Even the palm of this little girl looked bloody as well. "Sa-sick, Bang."

Lutfan may be able to treat the palm of the hand. The knee section? It seems like he should ask the others for help. That is, for women. Even though Inayah was a child, she still felt disrespectful.

"Hiks .. sick, Bang," lamented Inayah.

Dumbly. I'm a little dizzy this. Like I have to find help first, inner Lutfan with the rise to come out. But Inayah's cry grew louder, making her snarl. "Nay, Nay, wait a minute, okay? Brother wants to call .. a-anu ... Brother Mar! Ja. You want to call Mardiyah first, okay?"

"Te-keep A-babang stayin' me alone?" ask Inayah stammeringly.

"Yes. But I promise, just for a second. In a moment, promise you!"

A moment Lutfan ran out of the kitchen at a turn near the office he hit someone. Goody! He is the unluckiest man who likes to rush. "Sorry-sorry, I'm hurry-bur--"

"Mardiyah! O Allah, thank God!"

Mardiyah looked at Lutfan flatly. "What?"

"Pwp ... The Inayah fell, it's hard to walk, the knees are just as bloody as it was Mar, he cried te---"

Mardiyah refuted, "Where's the father?"

"Kitchen."

Without caring about Lutfan again Mardiyah ran towards the kitchen, when she entered she immediately squatted to see the state of Inayah.

"Where is sick?"

Inayah rubbed her face. "All-you, Brother."

Mardiyah looked at Lutfan. "Can I carry Inayah?"

"Can-can."

Mardiyah. "If so. Please, take Inayah to the dorm. I'll go there."

"Okay."

...🌺...

"Where? Are you doing any good with Inayah?" ask Lutfan who was alone was waiting outside.

"Udah."

Looking at Mardiyah who started walking, Lutfan followed behind. "Mar ..."

"Yes?"

"City ... " I don't know why all of a sudden his tongue was moaning unable to continue his words.

"What?"

"Gue .. may I ask?"

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "important?"

"Lumayan."

Arriving at a pretty crowded event. Mardiyah. "Wanna sit?"

"Bo-leh."

Mardiyah and Lutfan sat at a distance. Even the two sat different chairs, and it was confirmed by Mardiyah that people would look at him with Lutfan, because so many people were passing by here.

"What do you want to ask?"

Lutfan was silent for a moment. "Lo ... want to get married, huh?"

Netra Mardiyah who was staring straight started to narrow. "You eavesdropping, Lutfan?"

"e-don't. Gu-gue was unintentionally horrified. Seriously, Mar!"

I heard Mardiyah breathing. "Yes." Yeah."

"This year?"

Yeah, ada. You don't know what about my Abi trust? inner Lutfan wanted to scream. A second later he avoided Mardiyah's gaze by looking the other way. "Yes. I am .. I am your sister. It's obviously the same thing I have, right?"

"Ah .. yes, sister." Mardiyah looked up at the starry sky. "I'll give you some news. If I get married, Lutfan."

Lutfan.

"Lo ... have a girlfriend?"

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. Lutfan's question is getting weird. "I don't like that kind of relationship."

"Ooh."

"Or are you the one who's now in that kind of relationship?" mardiyah asked.

Lutfan shook his head strongly. "No, really!"

"It's over?"

Lutfan's confused. "Wh-wha?"

"Are you done talking?"

Lutfan nodded. "Updid."

"If so. Excuse me" said Mardiyah.

...🌺...

The show tonight passed quickly. Mardiyah had advised Kirana to take good care of Inayah. Even if there was anything, he had asked Kirana also to contact the closest person.

At eight o'clock the show was over. Mardiyah had not yet returned to the room, as she had to give the parcels to the donors present at the event. So again he had to meet the Adyuta. Even Aryandra's smile did not go away. Did the man's teeth not dry?

"Thank you, Mardiyah. I will often visit to follow the week together again" said Aryandra.

Mardiyah stared flatly. "Our intention again, Aryandra."

"My original intention to visit was to approach you."

Mardiyah's gaze turned sharp. What the fuck? His arrogance when saying that was very pronounced, an aura that Mardiyah was not very fond of.

"May your intention not be fulfilled" said Mardiyah.

Regan suddenly replied, "What are you talking about? Why so serious?"

"It's nothing. Go ahead, Regan," said Mardiyah by giving a parcel to Regan.

"Mardiyah, the food made in this orphanage is delicious. Can I visit Regita sometime?" ask Regan.

Mardiyah smiled a flashlight. "of course. I'll wait."

The donors have gone to the parking lot. Now he was busy cleaning the tables and lifting some dirty dishes and glasses to the cleaning place.

"Mbak Mar!"

"Yes, Sal?"

Salsa approaching Mardiyah. "Sampean knows one of the donors?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who yet? A friend of his who works in the city?"

Mardiyah. "No. I knew the time of the flowers, Sal."

"Oohs. So he's a customer of sampean?"

Mardiyah nodded.

"I guess .. rich man, yo Mba Mar?"

"Maybe."

Netra Salsa. "Coconce possible? Samean time don't know? Last time did not see the invitation name is Aryandra Adyuta. The people said Mbak Mar, Adyuta is a clan."

"Hm. Yes, yes, it's a clan."

Salsa folds the fabric into three folds. Then he looked at Mardiyah. "So often people say Ma'am that Adyuta I'm famous for its aircraft business."

"Ah ... yes? I just heard you, Sal." Mardiyah was busy waiting for the remains of tissue and straws lying around. "Seriously."

"Lho's? How can you anyway? Though Ma'am Mar will often go to the city rather than me than other senior santriwati," said Salsa astonished.

"I'm in town working, Sal." Mardiyah looked at Salsa. "It's not busy figuring out the lives of rich people."

"Yo know me, Mar! But maybe that sounds like a whole lot about the rich guy in this town who's fallen in this orphanage."

Mardiyah nodded. "The horror is me. Some aja. You want to know?"

"Tiger. What's up anyway?"

"The Adyuta family, the Upasama family, the Citaprasada family. That's all I know, Sal. The rest I don't know anymore. Or maybe they don't want to be named" explains Mardiyah.