Three Years Different

Section 40: Whose Genes?

"Aren't you going to help?"

Spontaneous Lutfan shook his head quickly. "Eh! I-I mean yes-yes I help."

Lutfan's hand moved, by raising Mardiyah's head a little, then the pull of a pentul needle under the chin. A second it was also a rectangular fabric that was folded into two open halves, to the right and left sides. Luckily, there are still snails. Are they probably open too?

"That too please open, Lutfan."

Lutfan. In addition to pounding, he also swallowed saliva several times, then slowly in the pull of the last Mardiyah head covering on the nape. Until the neck and mane look really beautiful, Lutfan was glued for a moment.

"Here I put the hood on the table, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Masya Allah .. my heart. She ... she's getting beautiful! Her hair is also brown, where the fragrant shampoo really feels. Astaghfirullah make me more stubborn, inner Lutfan put the veil right on the side table that is near the bed.

"Lutfan, sorry."

Lutfan immediately realized. "W-what? What are you sorry for?"

Netra Mardiyah is still closed to withstand the pain that sometimes strikes again. "My pigtails. Can you please open it too? My head is dizzy .. I pick it up too tightly."

"O-oh. Could be." Lutfan raised Mardiyah's head a little, then pulled the ponytail that was really tight. "Gue pull, huh? If it hurts to say."

"Yes." Yeah."

Kucir.

Lutfan is still sitting looking at the appearance of Mardiyah now. How many years had he not seen Mardiyah's mane? He remembers the last time he was seven years old. And himself four years. Actually he only remembered vaguely, but when he saw it directly, his memory seemed to recover.

"Yesy." Mardiyah no longer held her stomach. The beautiful Netra with its long, pliable eyelashes opened slowly. "I ... thanks, Lutfan."

Mardiyah changed her position by sitting down.

"Sleep, Mar."

Mardiyah. "I want a drink."

"Sorry." Lutfan. "Gue can't take it."

Mardiyah's hand raised, touching Lutfan's left cheek. "No pa-pa. I can take it myself. Thanks for the help."

Mardiyah got off the bed, her brown mane swayed as her body moved. He himself did not know whose genes this beautiful hair. Does it belong to his mother? Because it seems, everyone who sees will be amazed like Kak Devina, Regita and Natasha Jayantaka.

She is really beautiful if not wear a gini veil, the inner Lutfan was constantly looking at the movement of Mardiyah.

The mineral water on the table near the door was taken by Mardiyah. Then he sat back on the bed, slowly sipping the water.

"Would you like a drink?"

Lutfan. "No."

"Why do you keep seeing me?"

Lutfan casting face. "W-what the fuck? Don't ge-er lo!"

"Especially not. The fact is you saw me."

Lutfan's cheeks flushed red, he regressed his body slowly without looking at Mardiyah again. "Gue wants to sleep. Rest there too. Sleep."

"Yes." Yeah."

...🌺...

Regita

Mardiyah, this afternoon I saw you in the parking lot of Adiwangsa hospital

Who is sick?

Mardiyah was never surprised, indeed in a city of any size. But if one area, he would definitely meet with people he knew first.

^^ My husband, Gita^^^

Regita

Your husband?

Your husband's sick, Mar?

Accidents, Gita^^^

^^^But thank goodness it is fine^^^

Regita

Oh, my goodness

You didn't tell me anyway

I'm the same brother Dev can look there

^^^My husband has improved, Git^^

^^Ohiya, how are your wedding preparations going with Regan?^^^

Regita

Do'ain yes Mar

^^^ Yes I do'ain^^^

His string was put back on the table. Now it has entered magrib time. Lutfan said he wanted to pray together at the Mushola orphanage, along with the others.

Somehow ...the man who became her husband felt a little sadness. Though clearly Lutfan received this ordeal, his leg had to be paralyzed. Even Mardiyah did not know whether to recover or not. Mimic face that always installed Lutfan only smile, laugh and upset sometimes even angry. But what is rare is sadness, Mardiyah never expected it from Lutfan. But he wanted to know, what tall and strong wall did Lutfan build? To the extent that he himself could not understand, what was Lutfan's weakest side like?

But if one day Lutfan felt weak and needed himself. Mardiyah just hoped the antidote to the wound was a hug too, like during her childhood.

"Abian has come. I'm leaving" said Lutfan.

Mardiyah smiled faintly welcoming Abian, the orphanage sister who was the same age as Inayah and Kirana. "Abian, take care of Mas Lutfan, will you? Later if you have come home from prayer isya, Kak Mar give you a gift."

"Yes, Brother Mar. Anyway Mas Lutfan if the same I must be safe. The proof is Kirana and Inayah if I am safe, Kak Mar" replied Abian.

"Alhamdulillah. If that's careful. You can push it, right?"

Abian nodded. "Can, Brother Mar. Assalamualaikum."

"Mosur."

About five minutes Lutfan and Abian left. Suddenly Inayah approached Umma Sarah's house, knocking at the door.

"What's up, Nay?"

"That's it, Brother Mar. Brother was told to go to the orphanage office with Umma," explained Inayah.

"Yes, I'm going there. You flick to Mushola there is this iqamah."

Mardiyah passed into the room, momentarily reflecting. Turns out the hood is not neat, and a little messy in the chest is not closed perfectly. After the end of Mardiyah quickly headed to the office, because it was not usual Umma Sarah who had become her father-in-law now, asked to speak in the office.

"Assalamualaik."

Umma Sarah is seen sitting alone on the gray sofa. Why is he there? They even entered iqamah. "Vaalaikumussalam. Come in, son."

"Umma, what's wrong?"

A smile Umma Sarah looked, her hand waving asking the daughter-in-law to come closer, and sitting right at the side. "Someone wants to meet."

"Who?"

"There was. People."

Mardiyah nodded. "Umma no longer pray?"

"Yes, Umma. Vacation. Umma's check just leaked."

Mardiyah sighed, staring around the orphanage office. "Umma ... Who wants to see Mardiyah?"

"One more magriban, son. Just wait a minute."

Time pass. After waiting for about twenty-five minutes, there were footsteps approaching from the outside. Looks like two people.

As Mardiyah stared straight, waiting for who would enter. His right hand held tightly by Umma Sarah seemed to welcome something thrilling.

"Assalamualaik."

Mr Gautama? Doctor Gumira? inner Mardiyah who really did not expect Adiwangsa's descendants to visit the orphanage so soon? Just last night and this morning we talked about the home. But soon, both of them visited.

"Mosur."

Mr. Gautama always stared strangely. Mardiyah realized that, either a sad, sad look, all difficult to describe, but she understood the gaze in the Adiwangsa. So Umma Sarah who wants to meet is he-beliau?

"Son Mardiyah, how are you?" said Doctor Gumira who took a seat opposite each other in the follow-up by Mr. Gautama as well.

Without a smile more towards the confused. Mardiyah replied, "I'm good."

"Thank God."

Umm Sarah still held her hand. Until he looked. "Umma, so Mr Gautama is the same Doctor Gumira who wants to meet with Mardiyah?"

"Yes, son."

Mardiyah stared right at the four neutrals in turn. "What are Mr. Gautama and Doctor Gumira doing with me?"

"May ..." Doctor Gumira's words were restrained when his hand was touched by Mr. Gautama. Like hinting to be silent, so that he will speak.

"Sir .. What is your mother's name?"

Mardiyah does not like when questions refer to personal things. "Why should I answer your question?"

"I just want to make sure."

Netra Mardiyah looked flat. "I don't want to answer. What do you need to make sure of Mr Gautama? This is an orphanage, sir. What are the interests of the Adiwangsa family besides making donations? What do you intend to expel?"

"Please don't ever think that way."

"Then?"

I heard the breath of Mr. Gautama. "I .. just need to make sure. Are you really Zanitha's flesh-blood?"

Za-zanitha's? L-mother? Did you mean Mr Gautama my mother?