Three Years Different

48: New Bridal Romance

"You know, don't you? If I'd rather live with you, Lutfan. Compared to them." Mardiyah drew closer, her hands opened and got closer to the chest of Lutfan's field which the next second, she was in the arms of her husband.

"If we don't get married. I want us to be together as a family." Netra Mardiyah glazed back, as she felt her back patted by Lutfan. "As you used to look after me, I want to take care of you too. Is ... why? What if you are paralyzed? What is the business of the people about ... I am married to you? I don't care about that at all. I just want to live with you, same Umma."

Mardiyah. I don't know how many times he cried, he didn't know. Because his chest still hurts, remembering all the things that happened.

"For the first time. I don't want my wish to be realized, Lutfan." Mardiyah shook her head, with her hands squeezing Lutfan's clothes tightly. "I don't want to meet my family. Sa-me .. I don't want to live with my family. I don't want to, Lutfan. I absolutely do not want .. if my happiness is exchanged with the pain of Umma and you."

Lutfan felt his nightgown had gotten wet, Mardiyah's tears were falling so much. Is everything not enough? Why did Mr Manggala press his wife so deeply? He had waited for Mardiyah to smile and be happy with him. But why end up like this?

Wounds, crying, and suffering.

Lately he was not sure, Mardiyah eat right. Because he saw the wife looks pale, even using lip dye.

"Mar .. let's go to bed. I know you're tired."

Mardiyah nodded with a swipe of her nose and both cheeks. Then retreat from Lutfan, and release the decapitation.

"here. I help the veil bouquet," said Lutfan who Mardiyah according to by approaching her flushed face. "Udah. Don't cry anymore."

In his swabs by Lutfan dark brown mane belongs to Mardiyah, then in the slippage of the child's hair that covers behind the ear of the wife. "Gue doesn't like crying. Please ... make it a minute, an hour or so tonight, Mar. Lupainic. Lupain about all what he said Mr. Manggala. I want you to lupain it. I want to lo kayak Mardiyah usually .. flat, not smile even if I do not problem. Origin lo... Don't cry."

Mardiyah nodded, her hand accidentally touching Lutfan's chest. "Your book ... wet?"

"Easy. I can change it later."

Mardiyah spontaneously got up, and walked towards the closet taking one plain T-shirt for Lutfan to wear. "This. You wear these. Want me to help?"

"Not to." Lutfan took off his clothes, until it appeared sixpack body that still had bruises in some parts. And when Lutfan was about to put on a shirt, Mardiyah touched one of the wounds. "Mar ..."

"Ma-af." Mardiyah put her hand back. "That's a wound .. not in the love ointment?"

"Udah. I was elosin myself."

Mardiyah nodded.

"Lutfan .. Did you sleep?"

"Not yet."

The clock indicates two o'clock in the morning. But Mardiyah still can not sleep, while Lutfan was the same. He asked his wife not to think about the words of Mr. Manggala. But as if the thought moved on to him, he kept thinking until his head just wanted to break.

"Same. I haven't either. I can't sleep."

"Try to break. You can sleep."

Mardiyah moved, changed her sitting position and touched Lutfan's arm. "You face here try. I want to see you. Maybe I can sleep."

"What's the connection, Mar?"

With swollen eyes, Mardiyah's lips pursed. "There was. I think it has something to do with. Let's face you here dong, Lutfan."

"What?" Lutfan changed his position on his back, looking up at Mardiyah. "Udah, right? Gini want you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mardiyah looked up for a moment, staring at the clockwork. "Hour two, Lutfan."

"Hm. That's why you sleep there."

Mardiyah.

"Keep what? Laper?"

Mardiyah nodded, again.

"Can I ask you?"

Lutfan clucking. Not really upset, but it's already night. I don't know why since getting married Mardiyah is increasingly reluctant to talk to him a lot of things. He likes it, but never mind. At least talking to Mardiyah can make him forget to think about Adiwangsa. "Can. What would you like to ask?"

"I'm pretty?"

"Hm?" Lutfan blinked many times. "Repease your question."

"Aren't you holding me?"

"Denger. That's why I asked you to repeat the question. Maybe I was wrong, right?"

Mardiyah. "I'm not pretty?"

Lutfan nodded.

"Aren't you just nagging? Yes or no?"

"Necessary." Mardiyah touched Lutfan's left jaw asking him to stare again. "What a hard thing is it to say that you're beautiful."

"Yes. Yes, you are beautiful." Lutfan's hand touched Mardiyah's wrist. "Let go, Mar."

"No way." A smile from Mardiyah. "Thank you for the compliment .. Do you want a gift?"

"I have no intention of Muji Lo. But if you want to give me a gift .. I ask, take your hand off my cheek," said Lutfan.

"I don't want to. Another gift?"

Lutfan clucked in annoyance, his hands switched to massaging his forehead. "As far as you."

"Hm .. is it up to me? You're not cool."

Netra Lutfan dilates. "Lo said what just now? I'm not cool? What a bummer!"

"Finally, the reward period is up to me, anyway?"

Lutfan does not accept saying it is not cool. And with courage, he looked at Mardiyah right in his eyes. "Are you sure you're going to kabulin?"

"Yes." Yeah."

One second pause, two seconds until the third second Lutfan said, "Kiss me."

"Where?"

Anjir .. astaghfirullah my heart, Lutfan's mind is pounding. Intention to challenge Mardiyah in fact he forgot the fact that every lip meeting that started was Mardiyah.

"Lips?" ask Mardiyah, again.

Lutfan spontaneously threw away face.

"Kok facing there, anyway?" Mardiyah pulled Lutfan to look at her again. "Where do you want to kiss?"

"Not being."

Mardiyah held back Lutfan who wanted to sleep behind her again. "Don't face it, Lutfan!"

"What the hell is Mar? I told you not to be, right? Lo also ... do not be hard if you say, later Umma denger."

"Yes-yes. Sorry."

Lutfan has fallen back. While Mardiyah displayed the sweetest smile, with a little closer to Lutfan.

"So?"

"No. I said no, Mar."

Mardiyah was singing her lips. "You should be happy to have a wife as beautiful as me. You said I was beautiful too. Why not try it?"

Astaghfirullah ... What is?! Try what?! inner Lutfan with flushed cheeks. Can't, he can't help his embarrassment. "Return dong, Mar. Oh, God ..."

"Try the first, Lutfan."

Lutfan's forehead shrivels. "Mu-start what?"

"Kiss."

Spontaneous Lutfan shook his head, his hand moving touching Mardiyah's shoulder. "No. Back, Mar. I told you not to be."

"I'm having my period, we can't do that. But if it's a kiss, isn't it pa-pa?"

Lutfan covered his face with both hands. Mardiyah makes it very easy to feel hot. Sucks. Why is there a woman as aggressive as her? "okay-okay. Aja kiss. After that I asked you to go. Sleep."

Mardiyah nodded, urung already touched Lutfan's hand that covered the face. While a few seconds later, Lutfan opened both hands featuring a face made as flat as possible. So that his nervousness is not detected.

"On lips. Don't forget."

I-I know. Don't be clear. Pleases. I deg-degan, the inner Lutfan whose hands are starting to raise touching the nape of Mardiyah slowly. Then pulled his wife closer, five centimeters, four centimeters until the next second the two chewy objects stuck to each other. Lutfan had no intention of moving, just staying in one place.

Until without choosing Mardiyah who moves, deepen the kiss. Even unconsciously got up, sitting right on her husband's lap. Lutfan's hand was no longer on the nape of Mardiyah, but down on the back rubbing there. Then Mardiyah's hand moved to take one of her husband's open hands, then asked Lutfan to touch one of his mounds.

"Mar ..."

Lutfan took off the kiss and his hand spontaneously.

"What?"

Lutfan's face flushed red with a breath that was still wheezing he lowered his head. "Say not until it continues to say lo. Tu-down lo! Did you kiss her?"

Mardiyah touched Lutfan's chin asking her husband to stare again. "Yes-iya already. Don't be embarrassed."

"What the hell lo!"