Three Years Different

Section 33: Am I Aggressive?

Netra Lutfan instantly focused on the bandage covering Mardiyah's elbow. The bandage was quite long, what kind of wound did his wife have? Lutfan's hand was raised, touching the closed part of Mardiyah's wound.

"illness?"

"Yes. But it's getting better, huh."

Lutfan pulled the Mardiyah's robe up, so it came back again. "Lo's game buttons. Tomorrow-tomorrow to bring Umma a smooth robe, let your wound not slide."

"Yes," said Mardiyah by buttoning her robe one by one. When he finished he looked at Lutfan again, wanting to ask what he thought of Gumira Adiwangsa who said she looked like someone. "Lutfan, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask what?"

"Who do you think I look like?"

Lutfan's forehead puckered looking at Mardiyah who was now sitting leaning back. "You mean? Who do you feel similar to? Or is there someone who says you look like that artist?"

Mardiyah.

"Continue?"

"I didn't overhear anyone saying I looked like someone they knew" explains Mardiyah.

Netra Lutfan squinting. "Who?"

"People."

"Gender?"

"Male."

Lutfan nodded with a stare in the other direction straight away. "Temen lo it, huh? Donors at the orphanage. That Adyuta guy, right?"

"No. Why did you conclude that it was Aryandra?"

"I'm just gonna take it."

Mardiyah drew her seat closer, her left hand was on Lutfan's lap. "You don't ask for names or ages. Just conclude him. You're too prejudiced, Lutfan."

"Jude, what's his name? How old is he?"

"See I tried. Let's hear it clearly." Lutfan looked up, looking at Mardiyah with flushed cheeks. "They're the Adiwangsa family. Mr. Gautama and Doctor Gumira."

"W-what? Ma-mean lo? The owner of this hospital?"

Mardiyah nodded. "The person I accidentally collided with was Mr. Gautama. I'm really careless, Lutfan."

"So far as you mean these are they?

Mardiyah nodded, again. "Yes. I accidentally heard them talking about me when I just came out of Doctor Gumira's room."

Really strange family like Adiwangsa talking about Mardiyah? Who does Mardiyah look like? Until as soon as possible, the inner Lutfan is still with the beautiful face of Mardiyah.

"What did they say?" ask Lutfan.

"Doctor Gumira says gini, she really is like that woman, sister. The next time I said that I would explain this wound to my own husband, Mr. Gautama suddenly looked strange. Is he surprised? Even before I left he had told Doctor Gumira that I was married" explained Mardiyah.

Lutfan nodded, his cheeks getting reddened as Mardiyah plainly admitted herself in front of others. Especially hearing my husband.

"So, who do you think I look like? Does my face have many twins, huh? Or maybe ... Mr. Gautama same Doctor Gumira know ... My mother?"

Lutfan. "Udah-ud. Don't you think, maybe they're talking about you."

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According to Mardiyah, a descendant of Adiwangsa or more they already include middle-aged is very unlikely to just talk. Because of the evidence, this morning at exactly eight o'clock Doctor Gumira head and owner of Adiwangsa hospital by suddenly visiting the hospital room Lutfan.

In fact he did not come alone, along with Mr. Gautama, carrying some fruits. At the moment there is only him and Lutfan, Umma Sarah and others have not arrived.

"Mr Gautama and Doctor Gumira don't have to bother," said Mardiyah with a faint smile.

While Lutfan looks shy, her husband can only smile to welcome these two Adiwangsa people.

"Yes, Doctor. My wife has explained the chronology, so once again as a husband I apologize on behalf of my wife" said Lutfan.

As it turned out, he .. could be as serious as this, the inner Mardiyah who had just first heard Lutfan speaking this formal. Lutfan's hand was seen swinging asking him to come closer.

"I'm Gautama who accidentally hit your wife, son. Please forgive me" said Mr. Gautama.

Lutfan shook his head, like he was panicking, as if asking Mardiyah to speak. "Mr Gautama has apologized several times. So I beg you with all your heart to stop, sir. Thank you for all the responsibility, Mr" said Lutfan.

"As my husband said, sir. Thank you." Thank you."

Mr. Gautama looks nodding. "Then, my sister and I excuse you. Sorry to interrupt your time with you."

Mr. Gautama and Doctor Gumira have left. While Lutfan beat Mardiyah many times more carefully. To make sure something stuck in his heart.

"Why do you see me?"

Lutfan shook his head, still staring.

Spontaneous Mardiyah drew closer, along with her face.

"Well, what about deket-deket anyway, Mar?" lutfan said by pushing both shoulders of Mardiyah to stay away.

Mardiyah still did not change position. Then he said, "You yourself are addressing me. Therefore, let you satisfy me just come closer."

Satisfied?! What the hell! Whose wife, this anyway? O Allah .. Inner Lutfan who wants to shout as loud as possible, either feel lucky or feel unlucky to have a wife whose sensitivity level is incomparable. "Yes-yes but please dong! Do not be quick, O Allah astaghfirullah. Very aggressive!"

"A ... gresif?" Mardiyah retreated and pointed to herself. "I'm aggressive?"

"Yes. Lo ngerasa not lo it like to roar first, deket-deket gini suddenly. Do you realize that?"

Mardiyah nodded. "Hm. So, you don't like me close, do you?"

Netra Lutfan dilates. Wrongly meant not like that. "Yes can, Mar. I mean ... I mean that, lo ... you can be ordinary anyway? If you want to decetin me if you want what related to the same I lo it said. Let's not be surprised."

"Oohs. Okay. From now on, if you want anything with you, I will say," said Mardiyah who immediately according.

If I look around Mardiyah's eye line is like Mr. Gautama's. But this, is impossible .. Inner Lutfan who saw Mardiyah wearing a jacket. "Where are you going? Why wear a jacket?"

Mardiyah approached back and sat down on the side seat of Lutfan. "This morning is a bit cold. You're not thinking?"

"No, it's ordinary. Are you ... not feeling well?"

"Maybe."

Lutfan was suddenly upset. "Please take my hp."

"You what?"

"Nelephone Umma. He didn't come back, too late." Mardiyah's hand has taken the device but has not given it to Lutfan. "Later Umma dateng, you go home. Rest."

"No," said Mardiyah immediately stuck giving Lutfan devices.

"Lo why don't you suddenly go after gini, anyway?"

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. "I don't want to follow something that keeps me out of your reach."

"What the hell do you mean, Mar? If you get sick later who bother you too, continue Umma also pity." Lutfan showed his ugly face. "Lo knows, right? What is the sin of a husband?"

"Generic ...."

Whine? Crazy .. The first time I saw him was like this for years, the inner Lutfan who held his smile, feeling happy somehow he had to put on a flat face.

"Why do you all remind us of sin, anyway? I know, I get it. But if you ask me to follow this .. I really can't, Luftan ... Why are you being such a bitch, anyway?" mardiyah.

"How do you want to?"

Mardiyah lowered her head, avoiding Lutfan's gaze. "I want to be here. Guard you. If it hurts, do you take medicine, right? This is also in the hospital."