Three Years Different

44: I Don't Like Lo Deket-Decet Him.

When the car entered the Adiwangsa hospital. There were so many people walking around, some riding motorcycles, some rickshaws, and some cars. Said people treating in this hospital can also use BPJS, Mardiyah is sure it is true. For a second he looked at the Alphard car on the ride stopped in the underground parking lot, there was a VVIP writing there.

Hm, private parking, inner Mardiyah.

His hand suddenly felt warm, it turned Lutfan touching and in the grip a little tight.

"Why you?" whiskey Mardiyah.

Lutfan. "No. I'm not pa-pa."

"Son Mardiyah, we're going straight to the third floor to do a DNA test. I've guaranteed no one will know other than the four of us" explained Dr. Gumira.

Mardiyah nodded. Soon, they headed to the third floor, there as if made specifically to do a DNA test without anyone knowing. Because who took blood was Doctor Gumira only, after finishing who checked the results was a confidant of the Adiwangsa family, it turns out there Regan is also there. Mardiyah almost forgot if Regan was a secretary or as the right hand of Doctor Gumira.

"Results as soon as three days after the blood splinter, sir. Please be patient with your waiting" explained Regan.

Doctor Gumira nodded. "I trust you all, Regan. Please don't disappoint me."

After finalizing. They were about to go down to the ground floor, but did not expect him to have to meet with Aryandra Adyuta. That person, right in front of him with a middle-aged lung woman.

"Khadija, Aryandra," said Dr. Gumira.

Aryandra's smile seemed but not to Doctor Gumira and Mr. Gautama alone. Except for Mardiyah.

"Ooh, Mardi? You ..." Aryandra looked at Doctor Gumira and Mr. Gautama. "About ...he-he?"

Doctor Gumira said, "It just so happens that Aryandra, because Nak Mardiyah just drove her husband to therapy."

"Husband?" Aryandra looked at Lutfan closely. "Oh? Umma Sarah's son, huh?"

Aryandra's gaze turned on Mardiyah. "So you're married? And ... He's your husband, Mar?"

Mardiyah was silent.

"Gumira, Gautama I am in a hurry with Aryandra, so sorry if I can not talk too long" said Khadijah who directly screwed Aryandra.

"No problem, Khajidah."

After Khadija and Aryandra. Mardiyah looked at Mr. Gautama and Doctor Gumira alternately. "I said goodbye, I've been picked up by my husband's driver."

"But--"

"I'm waiting for the results, Doc. You can go to the orphanage. Or if I can't get through Regan alone, I happen to know Regan" explains Mardiyah.

"Sir has not arrived yet. Don't you get hot?"

Mardiyah shook her head, allowing her to sit up by pulling Lutfan closer, and looked at the surroundings that were indeed starting to blister. "No. You hot?"

"A little bit."

Mardiyah pulled Lutfan closer, then removed her outer covering on her husband's leg. "Udah. Little cover, God willing your feet are not hot anymore."

"No. No need, Mar," refused Lutfan.

Mardiyah silently looked at Lutfan who seemed to refuse to be near her. Even the outer that was used to cover was returned by her husband.

"Why you?"

Lutfan. "Sir Dateng."

The black toyota car stops right in front of Lutfan and Mardiyah, then Cak Sur comes out helping Lutfan to get into the car. After that, the car drove back to leave the Adiwangsa hospital.

"Snack stop by the outlet, huh?"

Hearing Lutfan's spontaneous speech Mardiyah looked. "You just got out of the hospital. Ken--"

"No pa-pa. I just want to stop by and look around. If you do not want, then Cak Sur can anter lo go home first," argued Lutfan.

Mardiyah. "Now. I'm with."

To say heartache. Maybe, yeah. Because Aryandra's words really seem to demean her, as if being the husband of Mardiyah is not something she deserves. Not even Mardiyah said anything, just silent as if embarrassed to admit her as a husband.

Lutfan understands being the husband of a paralyzed man is not the desire of all women. If only he could refuse, could say that Abinya's trust was not something to be obeyed, perhaps until now Mardiyah would not be his wife.

"You have been quiet since then" said Mardiyah.

Lutfan realized and said, "Gue again fuss over this sale."

Mardiyah stood closer to Lutfan.

"Aren't you tired? Doesn't anyone hurt?"

"No."

Mardiyah sighed, her hand daring to touch Lutfan's arm. "You're angry with me?"

"No, Mar. I am still selling this again. You didn't see it anyway?"

"But ..." Mardiyah increasingly asked Lutfan to look at her by pulling her husband's right arm. "You look different."

"How different is it?"

Mardiyah's three-second pause said, "You don't like it, huh? We met Aryandra at the hospital?"

"Not to talk about him. My males" said Lutfan by pulling Mardiyah's hand from his arm. But was held that very second. "Mar hmmpp-"

Lutfan really does not understand Mardiyah. How could this woman who now kissed him be more domineering than him. Even as he pushed, asking Mardiyah to take off this kiss, was not welcome as well. Don't want to be taken off.

"Yeah." Mardiyah took off the kiss. But still did not remove his hands from both jaws of Lutfan. Not even a chance to distance himself, he said, "I feel like you're really angry because of that."

"By Allah, Lutfan." Mardiyah turned herself back, sat down and said, "Nothing happened between me and Aryandra."

Lutfan's lips unconsciously said, "In the car?"

"No. Nothing at all."

"Terus ... why did you ... when it was crying?"

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "I'm just scared. Can't I cry?"

"Well, why are you scared?" ask Lutfan at that.

When Mardiyah was about to answer, there was a knock on the door from outside. Lutfan quickly rubbed his lips, pushed back his wheelchair and moved away from Mardiyah. Not long after, Aldo came in with the files.

"Eh? There's a heresy-" Seeing Lutfan bulging spontaneously Aldo changed speech. "I mean. There's his wife Lutfan. Can I come in, right?"

"Can. Please," said Mardiyah.

Aldo instantly took a seat right on the long sofa. Then explain some of the sales that for almost a week Lutfan stayed.

"OKay?"

Lutfan nodded. "Lo's getting pinter, Do. Helpful. Tomorrow I want to check the sales in Mojokerto. Can't you?"

"Easy. I don't need to go there either?"

"If you are not troubled" replied Lutfan.

Aldo's risen. "Absolutely not. And ...eghmm Ma'am Mardiyah I said yes? Assalamualaikum."

"Mosur."

When Aldo really came out. Lutfan looked back and approached Mardiyah.

"Mar ..."

"Yes?"

Lutfan sighed, and threw his face away. "If I could be honest. I don't like that Aryandra. I don't like it with her. Especially first ... so brazen he dared to touch-touch lo!"

"Sorry."

Lutfan looked up, looking at his wife. "Please Mar? Don't apologize. I don't like it."

"Continue?"

"The point is, don't cut him. Except ..." Lutfan looked the other way. "If you like him."

"No. Not at all. I don't like him."