Three Years Different

Part 29: Lip Dyes

Umma Sarah's lying. He said dawn has arrived? The proof was in wait by Lutfan did not come. He really felt awkward when alone with Mardiyah. Why does the Umma not understand at all? The woman-Mardiyah had just finished the prayer using a mukena that became a dowry yesterday.

"Lutfan."

"What?"

Mardiyah had folded her face, she walked closer to Lutfan. "You want to change clothes?"

"Who?"

"You." Mardiyah suddenly got closer, slightly lowered she kissed Lutfan's clothes on her left chest. "Looks. Not replace?"

He perfumed, inner Lutfan by pushing Mardiyah's plan away. "W-what the hell, lo?"

Mardiyah turned around to pick up a change of clothes for Lutfan. This room is VIP, so every nurse and doctor in must have told by knocking on the door, or else from the direction of the sofa can be seen.

"Here," said Mardiyah with a hand that was about to spread on the waist of Lutfan.

But Lutfan had held Mardiyah's left and right elbows first. "Gue is not a child. Why the hell did you get that far?"

"I didn't say you were a child." Mardiyah put plain clothes like a nightgown on Lutfan's lap. "You wear it yourself."

When Mardiyah was just sitting on the sofa, her gaze shook violently, she saw it from an unknown number. Quickly adopted, Mardiyah believed that the woman was her mother.

"Hello?"

Silent.

Mardiyah moved away from Lutfan. "Who? Don't contact me if there's no interest."

"How are you, son?"

Mardiyah's heart is pounding, not female, this voice is leaning towards the male voice. "Who are you?"

"You'll see Dad soon, son."

The call was interrupted, Mardiyah was staring in front of the window. What did that guy say? Daddy's? Daddy's? Yesterday, he heard a female voice. Mardiyah was convinced, but why now turned into a male voice.

"Mar, Mardi!"

Mardiyah turned around. "Yes?"

"Who's on the phone?"

Mardiyah.

"Oh, personally, huh? I'm not--"

"I don't know, Lutfan. These few days there are people who contact me with hidden numbers," argued Mardiyah.

Lutfan nodded. "Mending you change your number."

"I don't want to."

Lutfan looked at him as if asking, why?

"The guy says, he's my father, Lutfan."

Lutfan was silent with no expression, he had already changed clothes. That guy said, Mardiyah's dad? It's impossible, how can it be? While Ummanya used to say that Mardiyah's mother was raped. He did not even want Mardiyah to meet his father.

"Change lo numbers, Mar," Lutfan said once again in a serious tone.

Mardiyah replied, "I want a masti--"

"There's nothing to be sure about, Mar. Isn't everything clear in the letter you live in? And now you ... you want to meet the person who wants me to be your father, huh?" lutfan.

Mardiyah walked over, approached Lutfan and stood right there staring straight. "Yes. It's not wrong to ka--"

"Wrong." Lutfan met Mardiyah sharply. "It could be that guy just nipu lo. Don't be quick to believe! You used to be so easy to cry. Later if in the end the person is not-I mean-I .. i-intinya, change lo number, Mar!"

"So, you're me."

"Hm." Mardiyah leaned back. "Can I help you?"

Lutfan clucked in annoyance. "If you also help me with my work, I'm less willing to live, Mar. You're more like my maid."

A maid? He continued to say that, Mardiyah's mind fed up, which she began to put down the device, and stood up to Lutfan on the left side of the gurney.

"What's the fuck you want?"

Netra Mardiyah looked with sayu. Even without warning and made Lutfan surprised when Mardiyah's soft hand touched both jaws. The woman in front of him drew his face closer.

"Lo ma-mau-"

"Helper, huh?" Lutfan could not answer other than nod. Mardiyah further eroded the distance, Lutfan's roar of breath and heart rate were both heard. A second Lutfan closed the netra of chewy and soft objects that stick together.

In-he nyium me?! inner Lutfan with the netra back open in surprise not playing. He thought it might be a kiss, but suddenly Mardiyah moved her lips to the left side and deepened the kiss.

Lutfan's cheeks and ears are flushed. His heart rate could not be controlled anymore, the hand that squeezed the hospital bed sheets turned to touch the small waist of Mardiyah, and.

Off the?! inner Lutfan was completely upset.

Mardiyah rubbed Lutfan's lips wet and slightly taped lip tint from the former lips. He never thought he would do this, the spontaneity he did just meant to bluff. But in the end, he actually kissed Lutfan's lips. No-no, not just a kiss, more than that too.

"Helpers can't do something like this, can they?" Lutfan was silent just looking at Mardiyah who now turned to touch her nape. "I'm your wife, Lutfan. Even if you can't walk all your life, I really don't mind."

The door to the hospital room suddenly opened. Mardiyah removed her hand from Lutfan's jaw and nape, and saw Umma Sarah had just come in with Kiai Bashir.

"I go to the bathroom first" said Mardiyah quickly entered the bathroom. He was afraid that the activity he had just done made lip tint on his lips was not careless.

The bathroom door is closed. Umma Sarah approached sitting on a single chair while Kiai Bashir took a seat on the sofa. He brought the fruits he wanted here.

"Eh? I'm changing clothes, okay?"

Lutfan nodded. "Udah, Umma."

"Mardiyah's help, huh?"

Lutfan. "Oh, Lutfan is not a child. Why help everything?"

Umma Sarah looks astonished at the look at one point. "Lho is ..."

"What, Umma?"

His hands were raised touching the lower lip of the Son. "Your lips are red. You're wearing a lipstick, son?"

Lutfan panicked, quickly closed his lips, and spread himself by covering the blanket up to his mouth. "Sorry, Umma! I-it's anu .. Lutfan's real lips are gini' right? Umma time forgets the same as his own son! Weird, Umma weird!"

The bathroom door opened, and Mardiyah walked over to Kiai Bashir. After that, he approached Umm Sarah to kiss the back of her hand.

"Umma same Grandpa's having breakfast?" ask Mardiyah.

Umma Sarah smiled faintly. "Should've asked Umma, son. Have you had breakfast yet?"

Mardiyah. "Lutfan hasn't, Umma."

Kiai Bashir who was silent earlier said, "Kok call him still Lutfan, Nduk? Don't wear anything else? Mas or what is it?"

"Lutfan is enough, Cake. Why wear all the gold? Also older Mardiyah compared Lutfan. So don't wear that frills" protested Lutfan.

Umm Sarah nodded with a ignorant smile she said, "Udah, Abi. It's up to Lutfan aja ... Oh yes, Mar."

"What, Umma?"

"Your lip color is so pretty today, son. Just like that, like Lutfan's lips," continued Umma Sarah.