Three Years Different
Part 34: You Can Live For Yourself.
"OKAY. I'm permin. But there--"
Mardiyah looked up directly saying, "What terms?"
"Later if Umma comes. Lo went straight to sleep. Must anyway. Is-ti-ra-hat, don't you know?"
Mardiyah. These conditions that he thinks will be very difficult to implement. Even if it's just sleep, and rest. "Lutfan, no other conditions? Or something else? Besides ... sleep?"
"Nothing. Don't you hear the word must be in my speech?" Lutfan sharpened his gaze, though he should not have intended so. "If you can't. Mending you go home."
"Can! I can, really." Mardiyah immediately looked down, staring at the device that suddenly lived there was a message from her mother-in-law, Umma Sarah.
Umma Sarah
Son, sorry
Maybe Umma'll be there a little night
^^^Why, Umma?^^^
Umma Sarah
Your grandfather's sick, son
Umma titip Lutfan for a moment not pa-pa, son?
^^^Biar Mardiyah who guards Lutfan^^^
^^^Umma keep Kiai Bashir only^^^
Mardiyah looked at Lutfan who was busy watching her favorite anime on television hanging on the wall. Then slowly touched the hand Lutfan who was in the lap, until the owner turned his head suddenly.
"Oh my God, Mar! How many times have I told you? If you want to talk about the same I talked first. Shock me. Do you understand that?" nagel Lutfan.
"I just touched my hand. So it must be a permit too?"
Lutfan was confused as to what to answer. "I-I mean .. ya tuh can hold anything, but at least you call my name cake or what cake let the guenya not be surprised."
"Yes. Sorry."
Lutfan looked at Mardiyah's white and soft hands that were still resting on her hands on her lap. "Whether do you use all my hands?"
"Umma can't come. He sent a message saying Kiai Bashir is sick" said Mardiyah.
"What's? My grandfather is sick?" Lutfan saw Mardiyah nod. "HP. My HP. I want to call Umma."
"Ja-"
"Mar, please. If you don't want to take it. Step aside. I can take it myself!"
Mardiyah. Lutfan was really angry, his neck veins were visible, with his right hand trying to reach the device on the table.
"Damn."
Lutfan could not reach, furious he kept trying. Mardiyah was still silent. How could Lutfan be angry? How did Lutfan conclude that she as a wife would not help? Even whether intentionally or unintentionally Lutfan's tone increased.
"Sorry," said Mardiyah and immediately realized giving the Lutfan device.
Lutfan wasn't staring at all. The man was busy fiddling with the device, after a few seconds Lutfan brought the device closer to his ear.
"Hello, Umma."
"Assalamualaikum, son.
"Waalaikumussalam, Umma." Lutfan pauses by taking a slow breath. "Why didn't Umma tell me Grandpa was sick? Why just tell Mardiyah?"
"Oh my God, son. Mardiyah can tell you. You're the same now."
Is he angry because of me? inner Mardiyah addressed Lutfan who overflowed her emotions to Umma Sarah. Though here, Lutfan was lured because of it. But why should I scold Umma?
"Lutfan, stop," said Mardiyah whose hand firmly pulled the device. Put it on the left ear. "Umma, Mardiyah will call again."
"What the fuck? Turn my hp."
Mardiyah. "If you want to be angry, anger me Lutfan. Why are you suddenly going to Umma? She's your mother. Why does it have to be that hard?"
"What the hell lo, Mar? I just want to ask Umma clearly. I have no intention of being angry with him."
Mardiyah nodded, again. "liks. Your face, your neck veins, it already appears that you are angry. What's wrong with you, Lutfan?"
"Gue .. I'm fine." Seen Lutfan suddenly leaned back, her husband took a sleeping position, with a sigh and took a few breaths. "Lo look. At the end of the day, I'm just making people bother, Mar. Grandpa's sick, you're not even feeling well, so who's next, Mar?"
"Why don't I just die in a time-wreck"
"Lutfan!" jolt Mardiyah with breath that began to hunt, the net was glazed. How could Lutfan talk like that? Even talking about death. "Istighfar you, Lutfan."
"For God's sake, I won't forgive you if you talk about it again!" Mardiyah stared straight, the netra of the two clashed against each other. "You can complain! Do you know what you are about the hearts of others? What do you know about my thoughts, the thoughts of Kiai Bashir, the thoughts of Umma? Know what you are, Lutfan?"
"If you and the others feel troubled. There's no way I'm here, there's no way Kiai Bashir is sick. There is no way Lutfan .. evil you suddenly talk like that. You ... You know?" Mardiyah averted her face, throwing it in the other direction, reluctantly staring at Lutfan in her weakest moments. "You can live for yourself. But I never thought dying was better. Whereas ... while here there are still many people who hope you live, Lutfan."
She ... crying. Yes, I'm evil, inner Lutfan with a hand trying to grab Mardiyah's shoulder that's getting sobbing. There is no heart intent. But living as a human being who depends on others is something that Lutfan is very difficult to accept. Even more so to make someone fall ill, because too often waiting for it.
Mardiyah was seen rising, The foster brother who had become his wife entered the bathroom with a trembling back. Lutfan realized that his life was the hope of the people around him. Even Mardiyah cried, as if this self was something precious in the life of the Wife.
Is that true? Or just a guess?
Not long after the bathroom door opened. Mardiyah came out with a bow and approached her, suddenly looking up. His face was still flushed, as well as his eyes were swollen, his wife took the porridge provided by the hospital.
"Eat by myself or am I a bribe?" Mardiyah.
Lutfan understood that it had been the duty of a wife to serve her husband. But during times of contention like this, even Mardiyah was actually crying. Why is his wife not negligent? If even negligent Lutfan is not a problem, because the quarrel that started is himself.
"I'll bribe you." Mardiyah brought the tablespoon closer to Lutfan's lips. "Open your mouth."
Lutfan opens his mouth. Her gaze really could not switch, Mardiyah's pretty face featured a sad face that Lutfan never wanted to see. Even better the face is cold, flat even if it doesn't matter.
"out?"
Lutfan nodded.
"Open your mouth again."
The bribe from Mardiyah continued until the end. Then after Mardiyah said, "Your doctor said, maybe you can be outpatient. But you should check up on your health routine. You want?"
Lutfan nodded.
"Drink?" Mardiyah handed him a glass of mineral water. "Don't much. The medicine is taken first."
Mar, if the gini who is ungodly is not lo. But I'm. I'm really, really mean, I can make you cry. You can even still nurse me this patient. The nature of lo... small time back again, Mar, inner Lutfan with a view that never separated a second from Mardiyah.
"Ma-love."
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