Three Years Different

46 (2): Pregnant?

"Because there are still men who marry me."

Mardiyah looked straight at Lutfan who was still not saying anything. So he went back to saying, "People say I'm beautiful. I'd be that easy to have a partner."

"Hm. You should have realized. That said they were real," said Lutfan.

Mardiyah nodded. "I agree. But if only relying on the face alone, I was married early. I won't even be your wife now, Lutfan."

"Whose wife should you be?"

Mardiyah laughed lightly. "Other people? Maybe."

Lutfan.

"Generic ..."

"Hm."

"Let's live this married life really, really" continued Mardiyah.

Lutfan looked the other way, his hand still touched by Mardiyah. "From the beginning we were really married. You think it's a lie?"

"But you're not serious." Mardiyah touched Lutfan's left cheek and asked her husband to look at her again. "But now you don't want to see me."

"More. I see, right?" Lutfan looked at Mardiyah. "Udah looks serious."

Mardiyah nodded and nodded for a moment.

"I'm going to get pregnant."

Deg.

Astarghfirullah's. My heart. My ears are not wrong?! Not wrong, is it?! inner Lutfan with pecking at the lips of Mardiyah, the sentence spoken by the wife is still ringing. "W-what? What did you say?"

"Everyone who gets married wants to have kids, right?" Mardiyah. "I don't mind getting pregnant right away."

"Mar .. lo what the hell. Why are you like this?"

"How's gini? Talk about a foreign descent between husband and wife." Lutfan looked to throw his face away, reluctant to look at him again. "Unless you feel like I'm not attractive, you can't make me feel like doing that."

Lutfan fell silent, his hand spontaneously removing Mardiyah's grip. "Mar .. You can't we not talk about this?"

Mardiyah. "Cannot. I need to talk about this now."

"Why do I have to now?"

Netra Mardiyah was glazed again. "It seems that if I get pregnant, they are getting less and less entitled to me Lutfan."

"I know, Lutfan. But don't you see? Mr. Manggala doesn't care about my rights. He even wants to take me." Mardiyah stared in the other direction, her hands rubbing tears on the dripping cheeks again. "You think they're lying? You forgot who they were? Even if Mr. Manggala and Kiai Bashir are close friends, still Lutfan. Because of this problem, Mr. Manggala dared to oppose Kiai Bashir."

Lutfan.

"Sorry." Mardiyah lowered her head, sighing softly. "My mother shouldn't have left me at Umma's place. So until whenever the relationship Kiai and Mr. Manggala will remain good. It won't happen like this. Nor will you feel Umma's affection divided for me."

Lutfan said, "Diem, Mar. I don't like you to apologize."

"Bashir's."

Bashir looked straight at Manggala.

"I'll wait one to two weeks. Or if possible, even once a month. I just need to make sure that my granddaughter is not pregnant" Manggala said.

Sarah who was behind the wall could only be silent and sculpted. People are right, dealing with the Adiwangsa family is not something easy. Even religious law will not be cared for, considered the wind.

"Don't explain any more about my grandson's sidekick." Manggala stared hard at Bashir. "Because I already know. And I still want to take my granddaughter away from this place."

Bashir said, "I am not entitled to your grandson, Manggala. Ask permission to take your granddaughter to someone who's entitled."

"Hm. Your crippled granddaughter, isn't she?" Manggala looked at his children. "Gumira, you've dealt with Lutfan-lutfan, haven't you?"

"Yes, Pa."

Manggala. "Fastly Papa wants to see him. Let's just say Papa kindly asked permission first."

"Pa's." Manggala looks at Gautama. "Please, don't take Mardiyah forcibly."

"Forced bring how the hell, Tama? Papa intends this permission on the grandson of Kiai Bashir," replied Manggala.

Gautama swallowed his saliva, braving himself to look firmly at the father. "Let him live here, Pa. He has family here. He's already married. How can you separate her from her husband?"

Manggala suddenly laughed, alternately staring at Gautama and Bashir. "Nonsense. Papa has no intention of separating his wife from her husband, Tama. Papa only intends to save Papa's grandson from this detrimental marriage."

"Pa, enough. Doesn't Papa accept that Mardiyah is a child outside of marriage? So, just throw him out. Never assume he exists" Gautama said.

Manggala clucked with a shake. "Dispose you said? If you're going to throw him out for what to do for DNA testing, Tama? Do you intend to admit it to yourself? And hide it from Cecilia?"

Gautama silence.

"Bashir's." Manggala's gaze turned to look at Kiai Bashir. "Tell Sarah your son. To detail all the cost of my granddaughter's life while in this orphanage. Because I don't want to owe you a dime at all."