Three Years Different

45 (1): Decree of Manggala Adiwangsa

Three days passed.

The one who came to report the results of the DNA test was Regan. But two minutes passed came Doctor Gumira, Mr. Gautama and also Mr. Manggala who really did not think Mardiyah. The test results say that he is the flesh blood of Gautama Adiwangsa. It's accurate. So that out of nowhere Mr. Manggala knew that fact, he immediately rushed to Al-Hikmah orphanage.

Mardiyah was grateful. Because Kiai Bashir had recovered, he also came to stand with him. Although he knew that Mr. Manggala was his closest friend.

"So, my first granddaughter .. Not Rajendra, huh?" said Mr. Manggala.

Mardiyah was silent, for some reason she felt afraid to look at Mr. Manggala, who as the father of Mr. Gautama and Doctor Gumira.

"It can be said that way, Manggala," replied Kiai Bashir.

Mr. Manggala looked at his first son. "Tama, how can you have children outside of marriage like this? And ... Who is her mother? Your secretary? OKB is that, right? Who flatly rejected your proposal, and how could suddenly conceive your child?"

"Papa. Forgive me, Tama," said Mr. Gautama.

It looks like Mr. Manggala is shaking. "Nonsense. Papa didn't tell you to apologize, Tama. Papa told you to answer Papa's question. So the rumor is true? Who is teasing who? That woman is not sure?"

Why should I have the same blood from people like them? inner Mardiyah who really wants to refute all the words of Mr. Manggala. But he remembered, that all would be well resolved by Kiai Bashir, without making the good relations of these two families cracked.

"Pa, Tama thinks papa knows what this Papa boy looks like. Without having to Tama talk," said Mr. Gautama.

Mr. Manggala nodded. "obvious. You started first. Papa knows that you are fascinated with that woman named Zanitha-zanitha."

"And if Papa looks around. This kid ... looks a lot like, right? With your secretary." Mr. Manggala looked at him from above and below as if judging him. "Pretty. His eyes are similar to yours."

"It is not necessary to fuss over something obvious" said Kiai Bashir.

Mr. Manggala looked at Kiai Bashir. "Which part is clear, Bashir?"

"I plan on accepting him, Bashir." Mr. Manggala's hand was raised, swinging asking Mardiyah to come closer. "Mardiyah, is your name? Close to Grandpa, son."

All eyes in the room looked at Mardiyah who was completely motionless. Just staring at Mr. Manggala, without intending to obey his Grandfather.

"You scared? Even though Grandpa just wants to hug you," said Mr. Manggala, then his view leads to his second child. "Gumira, how do you think your wife feels when she finds out that her husband has another daughter?"

"Pa, we're talking about something important-"

Mr. Manggala refuted, "It is precisely because this is something important. That's why Papa needs your answer. Is it hard to answer?"

"Congratulations, do you want a solution to this problem? And please don't extend it all" said Kiai Bashir.

Mr. Manggala looks propped up on his back. This middle-aged man still looks sturdy and dashing, even though his mane has turned white and his hands are slightly wrinkled. "I want to bring Mardiyah. I'll change the name. I also want my grandson to divorce your grandson, Bashir."

Deg.

Spontaneous Mardiyah squeezes the robe. Lutfan wasn't here, but she was sure her husband must have heard. "What do you mean by Father?"

"Finally, you talk. And my grandson ... do not call Grandpa as Father," said Mr. Manggala by turning to look at Kiai Bashir again. "Bashir, if only your grandson wasn't paralyzed. I am really proud to have grandchildren from the clerical descent. But unfortunately .. Your grandson is paralyzed. She'll just be a burden to my granddaughter later."

Kiai Bashir is about to speak.

"And anyway, Bashir. The wedding lasted five days, didn't it?" Mr. Manggala looked at Mardiyah for a moment. "I'm sure your grandson hasn't touched Mardiyah at all. I mean ... connect like a husband and wife. So, there's no harm if I want to end a marriage that's hurting my grandchildren in the future, right?"

Note:

OKB: The new rich.