Three Years Different

Section 4

"The evil mother ..."

The worn-out paper returned Mardiyah to fold, meaning into a brown envelope again. Then he opened the drawer, and kept it there. His heart never improved, but he kept trying to calm down. The confession written by his mother was an introduction that he never wanted, if he had to know each other, it was better for Mardiyah to meet in person, he did not like the mail intermediary.

The sound of knocking on the door made Mardiyah wake up. Who approached him again? Inayah's back?

"May ..."

Um Sarah? inner Mardiyah.

Mardiyah quickly moved, rubbed her eyes and left cheek and walked towards the doorway. "Yes, Umma?"

"Ka .. Are you all right, son?" ask Umma Sarah when she sees Mardiyah looking down.

Mardiyah just nodded.

"here." Umm Sarah raised the chin of her foster child. "See Umma, Mar."

The beautiful Netra with lashes, as well as the always sharp gaze looks reddened and turned sad instantly. "W-what's Umma?"

"Umma wants to talk to you again. Can you?"

Mardiyah nodded. He opened a little wide the door of his dorm, so Umm Sarah could enter that very second. "Please, Umma."

He saw this neat room. Same with the other rooms. But the layout of this room was changed by Mardiyah, many books arranged on the table. And Netra Umma Sarah caught the bed, with a plain gray sheet.

"Umma sit down, son?"

"Yes, Umma."

Mardiyah took a seat next to Umma Sarah.

"Umma sure, you've read your mother's letter."

Mardiyah nodded.

"You must understand your mother, son."

Mardiyah's three-second pause said, "Umma."

"What does that mean?"

"She introduced herself as a young girl who couldn't take care of herself." Mardiyah looked up until her gaze met face-to-face. "Mardiyah has tried to understand .. he, Umma."

"Mom only mentioned her name." Mardiyah smiled bitterly. "Dad? Notwithstanding. Mardiyah thought there would never be anyone who could be called that name."

Umm Sarah stared at Mardiyah.

"Umma .. according to Mardiyah, it would be better if Mardiyah never received the letter." Mardiyah looked back. "Because of the pain, Umma. It hurts to know the person who gave birth to Mardiyah from a piece of paper."

"Twenty-one years. A-Is Mardiyah's mother still alive, Umma?" so continued Mardiyah again.

Umm Sarah was silent, her hands were raised only to hold tightly.

"Mardiyah does not cry. Why can't the pain go away? ... " The left hand side of Mardiyah that was not in the grasp covered her face. "Mother said ... if he met Mardiyah, he wanted to know .. what beautiful name Umma gave to Mardiyah."

Umma Sarah's swipe at the head of Mardiyah.

"Lunara Mardiyah .. Lovely Umma, I was right. Umma gave such a beautiful name to this girl without a father" added Mardiyah.

Umma Sarah shook her head. "Hussttt, don't talk like that. I don't like the horror."

"Umma .. please hug, Mardiyah."

"Come, Son. Pray first" said Umma Sarah.

...🌺...

Lutfan never thought the accident that occurred four months ago changed his life that initially only knew fun. Now he has to work hard, replacing Abinya. He remains a laughing Lutfan also happy. It was all just for the happiness of Umm Sarah, really as a child she did not want Ummanya to feel the loss a second time.

Enough Abi.

Laughter and all happiness must be shown again, so that the Ummanya believe that she is still fine.

And also about the mandate of his marriage with Mardiyah. Lutfan told as early as possible, while Mardiyah? He was sure the woman did not know. Umma Sarah said she would marry Mardiyah to herself when she was twenty. At that time, Mardiyah was twenty-three years old.

Whether the woman is ready or not. Because what he saw first, it seems ... Mardiyah liked her cousin-brother Mas Jafar. Indeed, which woman will not be enamored with Mas Jafar? So he can't blame Mardiyah, someone's feelings are never wrong.

And so with his feelings.

"Lutfan!"

That shrill voice really made Lutfan sick. "What, Do? Whahuh? Do not bacot dong, this costs no household, you if you want to nginep silent!"

"Yes sorry, I don't intend to hack, Lut, too" said Aldo-his peers, whom he knew from an elite school.

"Yes, you are in them." Lutfan rested his body on the beach table he bought a few months ago. "I'm actually confused. You're a rich man, just get in the car. Then why did you run away to my boarding house? Why don't you go to the hotel, hm?"

"It's precisely because I'm intent blurred. Got to get to a gini place. You want to tell me to stay at the Lazuardi Hotel?" Aldo shook his head strongly. "Yes kali! I caught my hand that very second. I know that I am the same as the Abhi twins. He must have gone there, Lut!"

"Please dong lo understand this me," added Aldo.

Lutfan shook his left hand. "I was fortunate to be born into a wealthy family. Not a wealthy family of seven descendants whose elite is limited until the connection here and there. Could stress me!"

"Lo is too low. My family's wealth is not much different. The difference may be that I work bokap only, whereas elo who works almost the entire family," replied Aldo.

Lutfan put his index finger on his lips. "Ssttt .. silent, Do."

There was a silence of a few minutes. Until the question came out of Aldo's lips again. "By the way Lut, I've never seen you with a girl?"

Lutfan.

"Dijodohin lo? A... you know, your family rules do not allow you to date? Your family is very religious," added Aldo.

"Dijodohin," answered Lutfan briefly.

Netra Aldo. "Crazy! Really?! Lo di-"

"Tone talk please," argued Lutfan.

Aldo laughed lightly. "Sorry sorry spontaneity, Lut. I'm shocked. So you ... you really in soul mate?"

"Hm."

Aldo nodded, an indistinct smile he showed for Lutfan.

"What about that smile? Crazy lo?" Lutfan.

Aldo laughed again. "No. I just ... again shadow, what kind of girl will be betrothed to you? Also, I was again imagining how the girl was treating people who were just asking for forgiveness like lo!"

"Gue was just scared, he couldn't. And that girl is stressed, really pity. Where is the destiny to be your wife again!" aldo continued with a laugh.

Lutfan clucked in annoyance. "Feelings are not good in your eyes, Do, Do. My only hope is one, hopefully my wife will still be able to see my rather vague goodness."