Three Years Different

Section 5

"Eh but, Lut. I asked seriously. Don't you feel kayak ... how, huh? That forced?" ask Aldo.

Lutfan just shrugged both of his shoulders.

"Lo can be rebellious, Lut. The one who marries will be elo, not your grandfather, not nyokap lo the same family lo. So yeah your right to choose the girl too."

Lutfan. "Hm .. you're right."

"Lagian lo is young, Lut. Suddenly you get married. So crazy! Not to mention ... you're living in the city, look Lut no pa-pa." Aldo picked up the MCD potatoes he bought before leaving for Lutfan's boarding house. "Gue's sure your grandfather couldn't have sent you a spy, Lut. Sure I am."

"No interest in me" Lutfan said briefly by twirling his chair

Aldo's left eyebrow raised. "Lower beautiful kids here? Upasama High School girl cute. Do I want to know?"

"No."

"Why, heh?"

Lutfan smiled obliquely. "Too rich. I don't like it. Elite guy on nakutin, Do."

"Crazy lo!---uh, but there really is. I as a friend of his son Om Gautama was a little afraid." Aldo paused for three seconds and said, "Or you actually ... you feel the association here a little bit like that, right? So you bully the girls. Bener, right?"

Lutfan sat up straight, stopping the turn of the chair facing Aldo. "Daustralia. You told me to value your association with the kids here?"

"Well, that's it."

Lutfan clucking. "Lo crazy!"

"Why?"

"Maybe your brain is a bit nervous. I want to take my family once again. My grandfather had a boarding school, Umma I have an orphanage, my aunts aretazah, my sisters are the lodge boys all."

Aldo just nodded and smiled mischievously.

"So you really want me to judge based on religion and all the good things that are still intact in my brain?"

Aldo nodded. "Related."

"Who do you listen to my lecture?"

"Ready."

Lutfan leaned back on the back of the chair and clucked. "Mis-eat, lo? It's crazy!"

Aldo's laughter echoed throughout the room. But it stopped the second the plastic ruler floated on the man's lips.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm not really. I swear." Suddenly Aldo's face changed. "Eh, but I really salute you, Lut."

"What other coat? You don't have to go on, Do!"

Aldo took another potato. "Gue salut lo not to bring the current. Lo kek .. understand the difference between right and wrong."

"Hm. Naturally, my brain is still sane about it," said Lutfan.

"But seriously. It's not as if at the boarding house I want to pray." Aldo suddenly laughed to himself. But the laughter sounded strange, it felt very painful. "My ears are also not hot with angry people are not clear."

"Even Lut .. I'd better listen to a lecture. I'm sure my ears will not be hot" added Aldo.

Lutfan shook his hand in the air. "You don't have to talk about this. You want us to cry together, heh?"

Aldo. "That's it!"

Lutfan's string on the table suddenly rang. Short message from: Umma. What he gave me was a strange name. Ah, no-no, not weird.

Preferential.

His brain always remembers. Who is truly worthy of love.

The One Who Should Be in Love

Have you eaten, son?

^^^Sampun, Umma^^^

The One Who Should Be in Love

Eat what?

The photo?

^^Yes Allah Umma, forgot his handsome Umma this is not a photoin his menu. Lutfan ate Grilled Chicken.^^^

The One Who Should Be in Love

Tomorrow, don't forget the photo

You know Umma's worried, right?

Ummm afraid you're lying

^^^Lutfan never lies to Umma^^

The One Who Should Be in Love

Umma believes

Yaudah, rest you.

Lutfan screen switch off.

"Who? You're welcome, huh?"

"Hm."

Lutfan's gaze turned sharp. "That's it again. I'm driving you out of here."

"OKAY. I'm diem."

...🌺...

Um Sarah said, it's not her fault that she had to be born like this. Everything is destiny. The life he had to live. Again, if he says he can't even still have to be able and still have to say, that this self will be fine.

Masked, again. Until you are satisfied.

Depressing.

The fact of his birth discouraged people from being with him. Say hello will not either. What else is sitting together and chatting.

That was.

So now it's not wrong he built a wall that is so thick and high? Don't want friends, don't want loved ones. Enough Umma Sarah in his life.

After all, when he was a child, being friendly to fellow friends was not in the mood. He's not hurt. But what is the meaning of a cheerful smile if not welcomed by others?

The kling!

Wh who? inner Mardiyah by opening her screen.

Ustazah Aini Pesantren's

Mardiyah, will you be able to join Mbak ndak?

^^^Can, Ustazah.^^^

Ustazah Aini Pesantren's.

Go to the market, buy eggs

The menu at the pesantren tomorrow is about that

^^^What time, Ustadzah?^^^

Ustazah Aini Pesantren's

Not late afternoon, around 4

^^^Please ustazah later remind me again^^

Ustazah Aini Pesantren's

Yes, Mar

Sawai Mardiyah put it back on the side. Again in his gaze the roof of this orphanage - a place that has been taking place since childhood, has not changed. The paint color remains the same, the table and chair are the same, perhaps that has changed itself.

He has grown up.

Just as he wanted to grab the pen in the last drawer, his net captured a dull photo that was almost torn off. Umma Sarah said, it was a photo of him, Ummi Salamah, himself, Lutfan and also Jafar. If you look around it looks like family, but in fact it is not included.

If there were no photos of Umma Sarah, I would have thrown it away, inner Mardiyah-by pushing a rough drawer. Not so he took the pen, preferring to break down again.

The kling!

His jaw rang back.

"Who else?" muttered.

Miss Harsa Jayantaka

Mardiyah, what day are you free?

Netra Mardiyah widened. This was really serious, the owner of the Harsa Flower Shop contacted him personally. It's so twisted. As an ordinary worker with Devina's sister he rarely spoke, this was suddenly the big lady Jayantaka contacted him. It's hard to believe.

^^^Every Sunday I ask for a holiday, Madam.^^^

Miss Harsa Jayantaka

You, Devina, Regita can come with me?

^^^If I may know where, madam?^^^

Miss Harsa Jayantaka

Of course send flowers, Mar.

^^^ I mean the location, Madam^^^

Miss Harsa Jayantaka

Hotel lazuardi

I have clothes for the three of you

^^^Fine, Madam^^^

Miss Harsa Jayantaka

But it was Monday night, and your orphanage was pretty far away. So I asked you to stay at the store

^^^Well, Madam Harsa^^^

"Fortunately it's Sunday."

Mardiyah paused for a moment and sighed pean. "But .. must be permission to Umma first. May he be ngizinin."

^^^