Three Years Different

46 (1): Dear?

Lutfan kept his promise.

To always be there when Mardiyah feels a sense of the destiny of this life. Even his hands were endlessly rubbing the soft head of the wife lying on her lap. There was no need for him to speak and ask, because the tears of Mardiyah had explained everything.

"Generic ..."

"Hm."

Mardiyah moved, her head looking up at Lutfan. "Have you taken your medicine?"

This girl ... O Allah. Can Mar lo ... still ask gini? You still care-in others when your own circumstances are no longer okay like this? inner Lutfan who actually felt touched by the trivial things asked by Mardiyah. "Later. I can drink by myself."

"Sorry."

Mardiyah again laid her head on Lutfan's lap.

"Sorry what else?"

Mardiyah's hand raised rubbed the tip of her nose. "Because of this problem you're late for taking the medicine."

"No. What the hell, Mar. The guy's just a painkiller, no need to drink routine either."

Mardiyah nodded.

"Lutfan."

"What?"

Mardiyah's three-second pause said, "I can ask?"

"Hm. Ask as much as you."

Mardiyah bit her lower lip, as if unsure that her question would be answered by Lutfan. "Gimana ..."

"Where's what?"

"What feelings do you have ..." Mardiyah paused and said, "Make me?"

A feeling? Meaning her? Wh-what feeling? My feelings to him? lutfan's mind suddenly felt his heart pounding. His hand stopped rubbing the head of his wife.

"You consider me a wife, don't you?"

Lutfan is still tight-lipped.

Lutfan swallowed his saliva, staring straight at the bookshelves that were still composed of books there. "Lo .. Is my wife, right? So, it's not wrong if I consider you a wife, is it?"

"Not wrong." Mardiyah was still standing, her hands touching the floor and she looked up again. "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Which feeling are you asking?" lutfan said with the courage to look at his wife. "The question ..the feeling I have for you is a lot."

"much? ... If so, everything. Everything you tell me" Pinta Mardiyah.

Compassion, compassion and .. love. Should all this be for Mardiyah? Lutfan feels this is too fast. For he himself was not sure, as to what recompense he would receive from Mardiyah. Either rejection, either willingly accept based on Mardiyah's affection for Ummanya.

"Sa .. yang," replied Lutfan who saw Mardiyah speechless looking at him. "Gue love you."

"Darling?"

Lutfan nodded.

"That's all?"

Lutfan nodded and looked the other way. "Yes. Not much turns out. That's just how I feel about you."

"Thank You ..." Mardiyah stood up, took a seat on the bed. Then pull Lutfan's wheelchair to get closer to him. "You know what, Lutfan?"

"What?"

Lutfan.

"I love you too."

Lutfan's cheeks are a pseudo-red. Mardiyah's spontaneity speech really made her shocked and embarrassed. How could this woman in front of him speak loudly without red cheeks?

"As?"

"Hm?" Mardiyah smiled thinly, her eyes looked swollen, her face was still flushed. But boldly his hand was raised touching Lutfan's jaw. "What do you want it to be?"

"What the hell!" Lutfan looked the other way with Mardiyah's hand still touching both of her jaws. "It's up to you!"

"Suami" answered Mardiyah.

Mardiyah brought herself closer to Lutfan's left cheek, then placed her lips there. One second, two seconds, up to three seconds and apart, he stared at Lutfan at close range.

"Actually .. who should feel lucky is me, Lutfan." Mardiyah smiled faintly, rewinding herself. Then slowly removing his hand from the jaw switched to touching Lutfan's right hand. "Because there are still men who marry me."

What do you mean, Mar? You are not aware of what? If you were beautiful? Even Aryandra with Aldo also want to marry you without caring about the same nasab lo Mar, inner Lutfan who was furious when he heard Mardiyah's speech as if stating that no one was willing to marry him.