Three Years Different

Section 38: Conversations In Lutfan's Room

The arrival of Lutfan was welcomed by Mas Jafar, Alma and also Salwa. Umma Sarah and Umm Salamah are still in Kiai Bashir's house. Cak Sur carried Lutfan and sat in a wheelchair, lucky design of this house, flat bottom. So that everything facilitates the situation of Lutfan.

Mardiyah was busy putting the bags that had been issued by Cak Sur into Lutfan's room. Actually presumptuous, but want how else he should put Lutfan's stuff as soon as possible. As he entered the view, he looked around Lutfan's room, which was really like a teenager; a medium-sized bed with white sheets, there were decorative lights hanging from the ceiling, some collections of posters and small dolls of his favorite anime, do not forget also motivational wall hangings.

And as Mardiyah stared towards the table rack that was quite spacious, next to exactly there were several books arranged. Among them; comics, novels, the Qur'an, healing books with all titles, do not forget there are also.

I ... actually married a young man, Inner Mardiyah suddenly. "At least he's been coming home since he was 17, so it's not wrong even if the room is like this."

"Mardiyah Ma'am!" Salwa entered suddenly with a big smile. "Mbak, that's a long time ago. Wanted the same husband in droves Mbak Mar that you know."

"Astaghfirullah, Salwa. In three different years you can call Masmu the husband of brondong," said Mardiyah by turning to look at Salwa. "Do you think you have another husband who's that old husband?"

"Astaghfirullah, Ma'am! Yeah, don't. I'm kidding you." Salwa pursed her lips. "The time to take it seriously. Enough Mas Lutfan, enough Masku only, he is handsome, dirty and looks really love same Mbak Mar. Seriously, I am not lying. I can see it from his eyes and his heart is really visible. It's lucky to get there, ma'am."

Mardiyah smiled faintly. "Udah don't talk much. Let's get out."

When you get out of the room. Lutfan saw Salwa holding Mardiyah's arm with a big smile that did not disappear.

"Mas, want to eat? I plan to cook with Mbak Mar and Kak Alma as well" said Salwa.

Mas Jafar looked at Salwa with a faint smile. Lutfan stared with an annoyed look. "Sal, don't be weird, I don't like it if you take someone else!"

"What other people are you, Mom? This man Kak Alma same Mbak Mar, right these two beautiful women Mas-masku wife yes ndak pa-pa dong I repotin bentar aja," said Salwa seeking defense.

Alma said, "No nicotine. I happen to be here again with Mas Jafar, so all cook. The intention was to be brought from the store but it turns out you said the house was impromptu so it did not become deh."

"But it--"

"Assalamualaik."

There was a greeting from the front door. It turned out that Umma Sarah had come, he brought some parcels, which he immediately went to the Son and kissed Lutfan's forehead several times.

"Mosur."

"Umma .. dong already," protested Lutfan who was somehow embarrassed, because here there is Mardiyah. He doesn't want to look like a child. "Kiss on his forehead, 'it's Umma."

"Yes-yes. That's." Umma Sarah's views shifted to Mardiyah, Alma and Salwa. Then handed over the parcel he had brought. "It's got the same side dish of rice. Umma ask for help, I'll put it on the plate one by one for you to eat."

"Yes, Umma."

As asked Umma Sarah, after putting on a plate one-on-one. Mardiyah, Alma, Salwa, Lutfan and Mas Jafar ate together. Umma Sarah rested in her room. And thank God the news about Grandpa-Kiai Bashir has improved, now who take care of him is Ummi Salama.

"Lutfan, my Mardiyah is the same Mas Jafar pamit, huh?"

"I'm sorry too, Ma'am, Mas. Going to the pesantren, too."

Lutfan nodded, his gaze turning to Jafar. "Be careful on the road. Sorry ngerepotin Mas same wife Mas."

"No nicotine, really," replied Alma.

"Salwa, do not be mischievous, do not make trouble in the pesantren," advised Lutfan by displaying his fierce face which was immediately greeted with a pinch of cheek by Salwa. "Eh! Fuck up!"

"It's been a gemes I'm with Mas Lutfan." Immediately Salwa changed his upright position and respect. "Ready! I will not look for problems, at best looking for a mate. Bye! Assalamualaikum!"

Mardiyah shook her head at Salwa's behavior which was really like the female version of Lutfan. Adorable indeed. After the house of Umma Sarah back quiet, Lutfan looked up to look at him.

"What?"

Lutfan.

"Would you sleep?"

"Can. I think I'm sleepy."

Mardiyah took a position behind Lutfan, slowly pushing her wheelchair into her husband's room. Again greeted by decorative lights that as he remembered it was dead, and the living one was the middle lamp.

What automatic? inner Mardiyah.

Push the wheelchair until it is close to the bed. Then with all his might Mardiyah led Lutfan to sit down, with Lutfan's right hand touching the wheelchair, while his left hand hugged Mardiyah's waist tightly.

But suddenly, Lutfan felt lost balance, the spontaneity of his left hand pulled Mardiyah so as not to fall to the floor, until the wife fell on her stomach right hit the chest of her field. "Ouch .. so-sorry. You're not pa-pa?"

Lutfan took a sitting position with red cheeks, as well as scratching his nape that did not itch. "Gue .. is good. Sorry ngerepotin. Is anyone sick?"

"No."

"Hm. Alhamdulillah that is. Lo ..." Lutfan turned to look at the bed. Actually enough to use both sleep, but may have to be close to each other. It can't even be put in the middle. Mardiyah must have refused if there was no barrier. "Don't pa-pa sleep here?"

"No pa-pa. If you permit me."

Lutfan said quickly, "Gue permitin! Uh?. .. a-anu mean gu-gue gini ... you can sleep here, besides this is the house owned by Umma. Not mine."

"But this is your room."

Lutfan began to be confused looking for an excuse. "Yes-yes it's the same, right? My room's part of Umma's house."

"Yes too, yeah." Mardiyah got up, moved the wheelchair on a corner of the wall close to the bookshelves. "Oh yes, Lutfan. Clothes ... Where do you change your clothes?"

Lutfan pointed to a minimalist gray wardrobe. "There."

"Can I open it?"

"Yes can. You are ..." Lutfan looked the other way. "My wife. So, no pa-pa."

"Hm. Okay." okay." Mardiyah picked up the bag at the bottom and approached the closet, then unzipped the bag and the closet began to put clothes and other things owned by Lutfan there. "Udah."

"Lo's clothes are in too." Lutfan pointed at the side. "Gamis-gamis you can hang there."

"Yes. But I only brought two toys. The rest I'll take in the dorm."

Lutfan. And he saw that Mardiyah had finished making clothes, and the wife walked over, and sat right beside her. "Lo want a shower?"

"Aren't you?"

"Gue asked lo, Mar. Oh, God ..."

Mardiyah. "Later on."

"Yes I used to be. Please take the wheelchair."

Mardiyah looked at her husband. "I'm helping, okay?"

"E-don't-don't do it. I can do it myself. Please take the wheelchair, please" Lutfan said, pointing to his wheelchair. "Please Mar ..."

"You like gini. I don't like it."

Lutfan frowned. "This is how Mar, O Allah .. clearly try."

"I'm offering you not to. Though clearly you need help," replied Mardiyah.

Yes, it needs a lot. But ... Yeah, not you too, right? I really like to deg-degan if you hold-hold, inner Lutfan with a reddened face. "No. I just need help getting a wheelchair."

"Hm. Is that? Keep on, shower where? In the bathroom kitchen deck?"

Lutfan shook his head, pointing at the bathroom door that looked like a wall. "That's the bathroom."

"Kok .. kayak wall, huh?"

"Yes. I intentionally did that."

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes, can I help you? Take off the shirt here."

"Eh no no." Mardiyah got up, touched the collar of Lutfan's shirt, got down on the first button and opened. "Mar, Mar, O Allah .. I can be alone. I said no need. Astarghfirullah's. You're not fucking up, Mar?"

"Denger. That's why I helped take my clothes off."

"Gue said it could be alone."

Mardiyah retreated, silent for a moment. "Okay. Then take off your own clothes, I'll help you take a shower."

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