Three Years Different

42 (2): The Blood of Adiwangsa

"I'm not, Lutfan."

Lutfan looked up, making sure that what he heard was true.

"I didn't expect him to be my marriage guardian. Since I was a child, I knew that I was not the child he wanted. But I can't hate Mr. Gautama, nor do I like you to talk without manners about ... My father." Mardiyah stared straight, her hand squeezing the robe she was wearing. "You can say that I defended him. It's a fact, Lutfan. I defended him. Because he is my father."

"Mar ..."

Mardiyah again said, "The blood that flows in my body will not be able to disappear. I keep the flesh blood from him. But like you said, a biological father has no right to his biological son, because I was born outside of marriage."

"I know, Lutfan." Mardiyah rubbed under the nose. "But at least .. from Mr. Gautama, I can tell who my Mother is. You think I feel happy? Because I am part of the Adiwangsa family that has power?"

Mardiyah nodded slowly. "No, Lutfan. Absolutely not."

Lutfan was still silent, looking at the reluctant Mardiyah looking at him.

"I've met Mrs Cecilia. She is kind, beautiful and equal. So it's not wrong for Mr. Gautama to marry her." Mardiyah sighed softly. "I also met Abhimana and Abhimata. One of them has good manners. Who do you think it's all because of who you raised? If it wasn't for their parents' upbringing."

"Lo accidentally missed Rajendra's behavior? Who ever viral? His behavior dropped from him for sure" said Lutfan.

Mardiyah replied, "Lutfan, you know what, right? Not a few people who are given the property and power can forget the land. I know Mr. Gautama was wrong, I also know the things Rajendra did were wrong. Can't you judge the good from the other side? Why are you so hate--"

"Lo still asks me what do I hate? Obviously because of him, Mar! He could make you suffer like this!" Lutfan paused three seconds. "And also, why do you seem impulse if the children he will accept lo, Mar? I'm sure they'll hate you. Not to mention that Mr. Manggala knows that lo blood is flesh outside the marriage."

Lutfan looked up, sighing for a moment. And looked at the wife again, saying. "The Adiwangsa family's worst. Mr. Manggala certainly will not accept that one of his descendants must be born outside of marriage. Moreover, Madame Cecilia is what you call. I'm horrified by people that he is the ideal son-in-law, rich and his marriage to Mr. Gautama is also a business marriage. Lo think Mar .. you think they willingly welcome you as a ba---" family"

"Enough, Lutfan." Mardiyah's tears were dripping back, her throat was sore. All the facts mentioned by Lutfan, dashed his little hope, to just feel a little happy by meeting his father. "I didn't expect to go into that big family at all. I'm self-conscious, Lutfan. Nor did I ask him to admit plainly that I was his son."

"For God's sake, I don't ask. All I asked for was a few memories that he kept with my mother Lutfan ..." Mardiyah coughed, her hands rubbing her eyes. "I am a human. I am a child. You think I can live without knowing my mother's face?"

"In the end you will never understand my suffering. You can only say bad things about the Adiwangsa family. More so to my own father," late Mardiyah with a slight rise shifted Lutfan's wheelchair to the side.

Lutfan was silent, responding to every movement of the wife who began to approach, slightly lowered his head to infiltrate his two hands as if hugging each other.

"Slow down," said Mardiyah led Lutfan to lay down on the bed. Afterwards Mardiyah turned around, about to leave her husband, but held that second as well.

"Where are you going?"

Mardiyah looked at Lutfan for a moment. "Get out."

"Where?"

"I need to be alone for a minute."

When Mardiyah was about to turn around spontaneously Lutfan said, "Sorry .. I'm sorry, Mar. Lo don't come out. Wait for me here."

"You're not wrong." Mardiyah sighed softly, controlling herself, her tears were already dry. Even urung he had come out, choosing to sit on the edge of the bed facing Lutfan. "You thirsty?"

Lutfan.

"Laper?"

Lutfan nodded, again.

"You what?"

Lutfan pulled Mardiyah's right hand, slowly lowered his head, and played her fingers. "Gue's wrong. I'm sorry. Don't cry anymore. Later ... Ummm angry with me."

"I won't complain."

Lutfan's lips are pursed. "Tetep. I'm sure Umma must be horrified."

"Hm ... is that?"

"Yes." Yeah." Lutfan flipped Mardiyah's hand, opened the wife's palm and twitched there. "Lo's hands are smooth."

Mardiyah was silent, looking at Lutfan.

"Dear to slap my mouth so insolent. But ... If you want to slap me not pa-pa. I'm sincere. I'm not being polite"

Mardiyah refuted, "Shut up, Lutfan."

"Why?"

"I don't want to be angry with you anymore."

"Huh?" Lutfan was confused, he looked straight at Mardiyah. "Ja-so you were angry? Te-continue now ... don't get angry, right?"

"Little."

"How can you apologize like this?"

Lutfan realized, that instant also released Mardiyah's hand. "Law. Yes .. yes it is. Gu-gue if he apologizes to Umma, Grandpa kisses his hand too. Not to go to you. So don't ge-er!"

Mardiyah shook her head and smiled faintly. "You're funny."

"What hell! You think I'm a kid?!"

"No. I never thought you were a kid." Mardiyah approached Lutfan, her hand touching the side of her husband's shirt. "I give you sal--"

"No, Mar. No need to."

Mardiyah stared at Lutfan at a distance of five centimeters, quite close. "Why?"

"Please drop dong, Mar. I'm sultry," said Lutfan pushed slowly both shoulders away. "I'll love my own ointment."

Mardiyah put on a flat face with her slightly swollen eyes. "You like to let me help you. Wh why? Not comfortable?"

"No, not that. I mean .. I mean it's night, Mar. Let me give you my own ointment. You need a break," elak Lutfan.

"I can rest later."

Lutfan sighed, his hand rubbing Mardiyah's left shoulder. "What's not dizzy? Crying out? Your eyes are swollen. Not realize?"

"Conscious. But not pa--"

"Gue didn't turn down, Mar. Promise tomorrow you can give me ointment on my wounds, change bandages and others can lo lasalin." Lutfan patted the bed right next to him. "But now, I'm asking you to sleep. Okay?"

"Hm. Promise you."

"Yes." Yeah."

Mardiyah pulled the pentule needle, opened the veil and snail, and placed it on the bedside table. The dark, long and curly brown mane hung down, swinging as per the motion of Mardiyah.

Angel, inner Lutfan.

"Lutfan."

"Yes?"

Mardiyah restored her mane to the back. "You likey?"

"Wh-wha?"

Mardiyah pointed to her mane. "My hair. You like it?"

"Huh? Why are you even asking me?"

Mardiyah stared in the direction again, and took a sitting position with her legs straight. "Perhaps you don't like it. I can change short, or straight, hairstyles. If color can't, I don't like hair paint."

"Yes up to you."

Mardiyah was upset, spontaneously approaching Lutfan. Until his hanging manes fell right on the chest of Lutfan's field. "I am your wife. You think ... I look like this to whom if not to you?"

"Yeah. Gini aja's. Well-favoured. I like it."

Mardiyah retreated, returning to her original position. "Alhamdulillah. If you like it."

Within a minute of silence occurred, only the sound of the breathing of the two men who were still not asleep.

"Lutfan."

"Otherwise?"

Mardiyah's three-second pause said, "Please, don't forbid me to meet Mr. Gautama."

Lutfan hush.

"But if you forbid. I will not meet him without your permission. I promise," added Lutfan.

Lutfan is silent.

"Generic ..."

"Hm. Do what you want. As long as you have to promise, go home you can not cry," said Lutfan.

Mardiyah nodded. "I promise. Thanks." Thanks."