Three Years Different

Part 39: He Wants to Be Mardiyah

"Okay. Then take off your own clothes, I'll help you take a shower."

Wh-what?! inner Lutfan was completely shocked. Even coughing unconsciously, Mardiyah was really never ashamed of this. This woman also likes the spontaneity of saying or doing something that Lutfan himself is unable to respond.

"Select which one?"

Lutfan. "Not both."

"Oh yeah, I helped you take a shower. Take off your own clothes." Mardia started walking. "I want to see the bathroom first."

"Mara! Oh, God ..."

Mardiyah menuli walked into the bathroom, looking around it turns out there is a shower that can be in warm water mode as well. Thankfully, at least Lutfan can take a bath at the same time relax the body. But apparently there is no bath tub anymore Mardiyah did not expect it, with the shower is enough.

When he finished, Mardiyah came out. And just then his net saw Lutfan had undressed, and bare-chested, the injuries from the accident were still there. But somehow, the good looks of the husband increased many times.

So good-looking.

"Where's the wheelchair?"

Mardiyah pushed the wheelchair closer, and helped Lutfan sit down slowly. "Because of your wound?"

"No."

"Mar .. Do you really want to help me take a shower?"

Mardiyah nodded.

"If I'm ashamed. How's it?"

Mardiyah looked at Lutfan for a moment. "Not to be ashamed. I am your wife. You can shower with your pants. But your shirt's off."

"Mar don't do it, I ma---"

Mardiyah refuted, "Udah, you don't talk much."

Encouraged into a wheelchair slowly, then placed Lutfan just below the shower which when Mardiyah was about to turn on, he again lowered his head. Netraya caught Lutfan still wearing trousers.

"Snacks still in trousers?"

Lutfan looked down and looked at his pants. "Te-continue? You can say .. wear pants."

"Yes, can. But can't wear shorts?"

Mardiyah lowered her hand to the left and right waist of Lutfan, about to pull down the pants used by her husband. But that moment also his hand was held.

"Mar, O Allah .. What do you want?"

Mardiyah looked at Lutfan. "You're wearing shorts, aren't you?"

"No. Forgot."

Mardiyah's hand spontaneously stopped, and returned to its original position. "I'll take my shorts. You can change the joint-"

"Mar don't have to. The wheelchair will get wet." Lutfan pointed at the chair near the bathroom table. "Ambilin that chair please. I took a shower there and by myself. Promise me, if I'll call you elo."

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "Okay. You promised." Afterwards he got up, took a plastic chair and handed it to Lutfan. "I help you sit down."

"Yes." Yeah."

Lutfan's hand touched Mardiyah's back tightly, and one hand held on to the wheelchair, then Mardiyah slowly sat Lutfan there. "Udah. Soap the same shampoo there, the shower you can live alone, right?"

"Can."

A thin smile Mardiyah showed. Even her hands were unhesitatingly ruffling the short black mane planner of her husband. "I'm waiting outside."

He smiled like that, where was my hair. What do you think I'm still a kid? inner Lutfan who looked at Mardiyah's back.

...🌺...

I don't know who gave birth to this woman in front of him. Because not only is she beautiful, she is also mature, kind and obedient. Lutfan never denied that Mardiyah was a woman whom he wanted to be a wife.

Want achieved.

Mardiyah was not just his foster sister. The seeds of love that Lutfan hid so far ended beautifully, he could finish it. He can love Mardiyah with his will, even though he cannot clearly say. At least by marrying Mardiyah, the proof of love she had was clear.

Even until now it still vividly remembered in his brain. How can people judge the goodness of man by which parents he was born? Though goodness cannot be derived, it can only be educated or if not from the conscience itself.

"Lutfan, are you quiet?"

In that instant, his daydream was gone. Mardiyah regained consciousness, and it turned out that the woman in front of her had already wiped her legs.

"No. Why?"

Mardiyah. "No pa-pa."

"Lo .. want to sleep? A break?"

Mardiyah nodded, again. "I want to see Umma first."

"Don't. He must be sleeping, Mar." Lutfan patted an empty bed. "Lo break. Sleeps. No more praying, right?"

"But--"

"I don't want to be sick."

Mardiyah got up, put the basin back in the bathroom. Then get out, take a seat right there Lutfan. "Lutfan, my problem ..."

"Lo ... not comfortable, huh?"

Spontaneous Mardiyah shook her head.

"Gue can sleep in the room se--"

"No, Lutfan. I'm not a problem for us who sleep together. But what are you ..." Mardiyah looked at Lutfan's feet for a moment. "I mean, does your foot hurt? I'm afraid the bed is less spacious for you to sleep on."

Lutfan looked at his bed for a moment. Thinking this is still enough and will not overlap or narrow his sleep. "Enough, Mar. Or you're not comfortable sleeping on my heels?"

"No. It's not that problem. I told you."

Lutfan nodded. "OKAY. Tomorrow I order a bed that size is rather large, so it is spacious."

"I'm--"

"Yes, Mar. I know, it's not that problem. But the bed is a bit narrow if you sleep together, so not wrong, right? I'd like to order a bed," argued Lutfan.

"Yes. I'm coming with you."

Mardiyah. He remembers not changing his sanitary napkin, as soon as possible he took it in the bag and passed it to the bathroom. After a few minutes later Mardiyah opened the door, her stomach pains came back.

"Sshhh, I think a relapse," muttered Mardiyah by holding her stomach.

Lutfan who was busy looking at the laptop looked at Mardiyah with a frown. "Lo's stomach hurts, Mar?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mar already .. I told you what, sleep rest." Lutfan shut down his laptop, addressing Mardiyah worriedly. "Can you walk in here, right? Slow down, Mar."

"Bi-sa."

Mardiyah's steps were slower than before, until when she had approached her wrist bed in direct touch by Lutfan, then rewind the touch to the elbow, pulling Mardiyah slowly to lay down on the bed.

"Lo need something, Mar?"

Mardiyah.

"Gue .. Do I want my incandescent?"

Mardiyah nodded, again. "No likes, Lutfan. If I may ask for help .. please take off my veil, I do not want to move it will hurt again."

Netra Mardiyah was indeed closed. While the Lutfan netra spontaneously widens. Wh-what? Ask for help what? Pelebar veil? The-ru-du-ng? She ... Is she really? inner Lutfan who still does not believe in his hearing. Even a few times he shook his head, impossible.

"Lo ... You said what, Mar? Ask for help what?"

Mardiyah was breathing heavily. "hoods. Please take off my veil."

My ears are normal. Informate! He asked for help removing his veil, Lutfan's inner heart with a pounding heart.