Three Years Different

Section 36 (2)

"Doctor Gumira?"

"Oh, Son of Lutfan?"

Lutfan forced to display his smile, in order to welcome Doctor Gumira. "What's up, Doctor come? Is there anything else? Or is there a need with my wife?"

"I happen to be passing by. And I saw a nurse looking for a doctor, so I came to check on your wife, son," Dr. Gumira explained.

Lutfan. Aldo suddenly said, "Om."

"Lho's? Aldo's? You know Lutfan, son?"

Aldo nodded as he pushed Lutfan's wheelchair inside. "I'm working with Lutfan, Om. Help at Amanah's shop."

"Thank God, you can be independent." Doctor Gumira stayed away from the gurney where Mardiyah was lying. Then he turned to look at Lutfan. "Son Lutfan, I'll have the nurse deliver food to this room to your wife. And if .. I may give advice, do not torture and force your wife. Give him enough food so he recovers and can take care of you again. Excuse me."

Torturing and forcing your wife? What did Doctor Gumira mean? inner Lutfan with a view that can not be separated from Doctor Gumira who walked away. The words that came out were subtle, yet sharpened in how final. It's really piercing, waking up.

"Lut! Lut! Ngoofy lo?"

Lutfan. "e-don't. You can wait in my inpatient room, Do. No pa-pa, right? I want to see my wife."

"okay."

Aldo is gone. Lutfan pushed with all his might the wheel until it turned slowly, snapped the curtain and saw Mardiyah lying limp. His wife's netra is closed, is it sleeping? Lutfan sighed, at least Mardiyah could rest for a while. To be back okay.

"Generic ..."

"Hm?" Lutfan got closer to the gurney, touching the wife's soft hand. "Gue's here, Mar."

Netra Mardiyah opened, with a gasp of breath. "Astaghfirullah ..."

"Lo all right, Mar?"

Mardiyah nodded slowly. From the direction of the entrance was a female nurse who like Doctor Gumira requested that she send food to Mardiyah.

"Thank you."

The nurse left. Mardiyah was trying to grab food from the table carefully. But apparently, he was still completely limp. The pain in his stomach was felt again, with my Mardiyah looking at Lutfan.

"Lutfan .. Why are you here?"

Lutfan took out a bowl filled with porridge. "Do you want a bribe?"

Mardiyah shook her head, taking over the bowl. "I can still eat by myself. Thanks, Lutfan."

Mardiyah's hand was touched again by Lutfan. Like holding back to feed the food in his mouth. "You why? I want to eat."

"Can't I hold your hand?" Lutfan's eyes looked at his wife's hand. "That's. You can still eat with your right hand."

Mardiyah nodded by bribing the porridge bit by bit in the mouth, chewing for a moment and immediately swallowing. "What time is it?"

"Minor still."

"Yes. What time?"

Mardiyah fell silent, looking at Lutfan's hand that began to hold his hand. Even the man was silent, not talking much, would usually immediately nag. "Lutfan, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't give me that question." Lutfan looked down, still with his hands clasping each other. But one hand Lutfan also raised, until one hand Mardiyah covered by both hands. "Gue doesn't like it. What's the fool, Mar? The one in pain was me. That question should have been for you."

"I'm getting better, Lutfan."

"Lied." Lutfan said, "Lo why not eat, anyway? Why do I care so much that you forget about yourself? I am your husband, Mar. But I'm a human being, I can still be remiss, you should be able to covet yourself compared to others, Mar."

"What other people? You are my husband" said Mardiyah slowly by bribing the porridge again in her mouth. "It's important to you that it's also my duty."

"What the hell are you, Mar?"

Mardiyah hush.

"Gue knows your rights and obligations as a wife to the husband, Mar. But ..." Lutfan sick. With his head down, for some reason suddenly his neutrality heated up. "Why did you get sick? You know I'm worried, Mar. I'm .. I really feel useless, Mar. What if Aldo didn't exist? Even Neken button to call a nurse I can't."

"Do you understand, Mar? Having a disabled husband is really a loss for yourself," added Lutfan.

The porridge has been reduced by half. Mardiyah put her back on the table, Lutfan's hand had slipped off, not grasping anymore.

"Sorry." Mardiyah raised hand rubbed the head of Lutfan, down slowly through the left ear, to touch the jaw of the husband. "Yes. I will not forget to eat again. God willing, I won't be sick la--"

"Gue didn't tell you not to hurt anymore, Mar. This disease is also the will of God. Even I know my destiny seems to include the decree of God, Mar. But ap--"

Mardiyah also rebutted with a hand that stopped rubbing Lutfan's jaw. "You know, Lutfan. That all things in this world are the decrees of God. But why are you talking as if I was wrong to be your wife? Though this meeting of me and you is also the will of God, right? My birth, your birth too. All this is God's will, Lutfan."

"Gue-"

There was a slow knock on the door and Aldo was standing there with a big, slightly awkward smile. "Eghmm .. a-anu, sorry. I need to talk to Lutfan not pa-pa?"

"Oohs. Aldo, huh? My husband's friend?" said Mardiyah who clearly said Lutfan is a husband. "Please, if there's any business."

Aldo walked in with a sigh of pushing Lutfan's wheelchair slowly, not forgetting to smile at Mardiyah too. "Sir, I borrowed a little Lutfan, huh? My promise is back. So please have the porridge eaten again, let it be healthy, Ma'am."

Lutfan and Aldo returned to the hospital room. After feeling completely locked onto the back wheel, Aldo sat on the sofa looking at Lutfan with a gaze made-up as sharp as possible.

"Well, did you see me? He said, did you want to talk? Swab dong! I no longer need you here," said Lutfan.

Aldo looks shaken. "New this time. Just this time I saw a guy who was actually bego-like lo, Lut!"

"Bego you said?" Lutfan looked flat. "Go if you just want to bacot doang, Do."

"The ant! I am serious! Lo it .. I swear I really want to hit you until bonyok everywhere." Aldo stood up straight, pointing at Lutfan. "Lo! When did you become the bad guy, Lut?"

"Tega lo ajakin lo's wife who specs a bidadari debate, huh? Not to mention he's sick, Lut!" Suddenly Aldo's hand touched Lutfan's head. "Let's not be safe, is it? Aman, right? Not to slide, right? I'm really surprised, you can talk to girls! You're still sane, aren't you, Lut? O Allah ... istighfar Lut, Istighfar come."

Lutfan was still looking flat. "Do, I don't feel her snapping, yeah! So please don't nod me like an evil husband like a dong wife. Go there, you!"

"Lutfan .. why use ngusir-ngusir your friends all the hell?" Mardiyah's voice suddenly came in. It was even behind him. "I'm sorry my husband, huh? And thanks for your help too."

Aldo smiled broadly. "Together, Mother."

"You've gone there!"