Three Years Different

Section 18

One year passed ....

It didn't feel like this was his last day working as the main staff at the Harsa Flower Shop. Presumably, funny. In the morning, Devina and Regita cried incessantly. They said, don't leave them alone. Though the two are together, the only one who leaves is alone.

This has been the decision he agreed to with Mrs Harsa. Likewise with him, who has found a new main staff that he can trust like himself. But strangely, Miss Harsa was not present, or perhaps .. was she busy? Miss Harsa just sent a message, that she was asked to take a letter and her wages on the table.

In accordance with his promise. In this place, it has been described again, new memories for one year together. Lots of laughter, a little sadness. And as a sign of separation, Mardiyah gave a painting of chrysanthemum flowers in the frame behind her he gave a little sweet words that are rarely spoken.

"What is this, huh? What is this, Mardiyah? I can't I don't want to I can't" Devina said.

Regita hangs on her left arm. "No. Huaa, Mardiyah!"

"Memories from me. Not later, right at home. Let it not cry," said Mardiyah with a thin smile.

"Evil! Wear mementos of everything! Just be careful if I play to the orphanage, you don't welcome me very well, I fire you from my list of best coworkers!" threaten Kak Devina who sounded sad because the twenty-six year old woman was crying.

"I welcome you, Brother. If you want to come, please let me know first" said Mardiyah.

Regita kept crying. "Because you have to come to my wedding with Regan. W-watch out you didn't come!"

"I try, Regita. You have to be happy with Regan, he is a good man" said Mardiyah.

Regita.

"Why are you going home, Mar?" kak Devina's.

Mardiyah shook her head quickly. "No need, brother. Today isn't Sister there a show with Madam Harsa? I'm afraid Regita's brother will be exhausted."

"Akhs! Bummer you, Mar!" Brother Devina threw away his face. "You come here often. Also continue! Look out for marriage suddenly! Whatever it is about you, I'm the same Regita should know. Point!"

"Yes, Brother."

Azan magrib was heard. Mardiyah took off Regita's embrace with a thin smile she looked at her two co-workers. "Azan. I'm home, huh? I plan on praying in the nearest mosque."

"Hiks .. I still miss. Can't you worship at the store?" said Regita.

"Sorry, Git. I'm afraid I'll be home tonight." Mardiyah alternately looked at Kak Devina and Regita. "Sister Dev's with Regita all right, huh? May you always be healthy and happy. Thank you for being my best co-worker."

The matic motorbike he was riding drove around-leaving the courtyard of the Harsa Flower Shop. A beautiful place, which brought him back to life, made him happy by knowing so many people. Since then, he has changed his mind about people who have abundant wealth, that money does not always carry pride.

The real evidence is Ms. Harsa.

About two minutes drive he finally arrived at the mosque. Even right then, Ikamah, fortunately he still has wudu. And the time has passed again, the motor drove away from the courtyard of the Mosque.

I think I'll stop at the tavern, inner Mardiyah when the lights go back green.

Written by Kedai Amanah on the stall. Perhaps what he stopped by now was a shop guarded by Lutfan. Because he rarely comes here.

"Want what message, Ma'am?"

Mardiyah opened her mask. "I want iced tea and roasted chicken honey. Please give me a small portion, will you, Mas?"

"Good, Ma'am."

His jaw on the table shook. And a notification from Umma Sarah.

Umma Sarah

Already home?

^^^Easy, Umma^^^

Umma Sarah

But how can I reply to Umma's message?

Where are you, son?

^^^[Send photo]^^

Umma Sarah

A shop?

Eat you?

^^^Iya Umma di Kedai^^^

^^^Mardiyah took a short break,^^^

^^^all meals^^

Umma Sarah

What is Lutfan, son?

^^^I don't think, Umma^^^

^^^No car is usually used Lutfan^^^

The drink he was waiting for came. As usual, the food will come soon. After putting back his gawai, Netra Mardiyah looked at the left right, seemingly still quiet. Even the people who buy more are brought home than eating on the spot.

"Sir will njenengan can eat first, continue to sleep no pa-pa. I'm going home a little later tonight to his orphanage."

That voice, it sounded more different. Mardiyah was not interested in looking back. He made sure himself that it was Lutfan.

"I'm going in first, Miss."

Lutfan's footsteps are getting closer. Right past her side. The footsteps stopped. Wh why? Is Lutfan aware of his presence?

"Ooh, Mardiyah?"

With Mardiyah looking up. "Yes?"

"Hm."

"Gue come in first, Mar. Said Umma ..."

"What?"

Lutfan cleared his throat with his body that had turned. "Well, come home careful."

"Yes." Yeah."

...🌺...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I admit. I deliberately brought Umma. Yes, the next time I say it, be careful. Is that? inner Lutfan with a hand that holds the algal door of his room.

"Ahhhh tired," he murmured.

One year was not felt. It turned out that the woman Abi had chosen for her was not married yet. Similarly, with the age of nineteen years, entering the new year again. Ah, no-no, less than seven months will be twenty years. But why does it feel so long?

The kling!

The straw in the bag rang.

"Mas Jafar?"

Mas Jafar

Lutfan, are you busy?

^^^Engage, Mas^^^

^^^Why?^^^

Mas Jafar

I want to tell a story

Lutfan's forehead shrivels. A whim? Rarely does this person want to tell a story.

^^^Bby-can Mas^^^

^^^What's the matter?^^^

^^^Try the story^^^

Mas Jafar

Looks like Azizah canceled her match with me, Lutfan

Ah, that woman? A young girl her age? It was before Mas Jafar was hit by a disaster he said he was willing. Now what? A liar!

^^^Why can Mas conclude like that?^^^

Mas Jafar

I heard from Ummi, about three days after the accident, Azizah resigned the marriage

^^^Until when?^^^

Mas Jafar

Two years

Doesn't that include rejection, Lutfan?

I want Lutfan to shout that girl. How dare to resign the marriage which should happen in the near future?

^^^Mas, I'm sure

^^^Mas will get a better bride^^

Waiting for five minutes without a reply. It even went offline without reading the message. He doesn't know what to do? He can only pray. So that later Mas Jafar will get a good companion.

...🌺...

Suddenly, he wanted to urinate. It seemed like he had been asleep for twenty minutes. Has Mardie gone home? Ah, it seems like it has. It can't be too long in the store.

"Gee!"

Either one of Mardiyah who knocked, either Lutfan who opened the door suddenly. The two almost got hit, while Mardiyah's hand accidentally landed right on the man's forehead.

"Ma-af," said Mardiyah.

Lutfan. "Eghm .. e-not pa-pa. E-lo what?"

"I want to go home."

"Continue?"

Mardiyah glanced in the other direction. "I want to say goodbye."

"Huh?"

"Can't you?"

Lutfan nodded. A second later shook his head. "Can!"

Mardiyah looked at Lutfan and said, "If so. I'm pampering. Assalamualaikum."

"Yes, be careful on the road. ." atalaikumussalam."

Be nuts! My heart! O Allah. Masya Allah. Athaghfirullah! In a few months. Patience Lut! Be patient! inner Lutfan seemed to want to shout at himself.