Three Years Different

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Around eight in the morning. Mardiyah was still in the room with Lutfan. She helped her husband calculate income from the Trust Store a few weeks ago. But her character, Lutfan did not want to get close to her. Was it because of that early morning? It was just a kiss. Why should I be so ashamed?

"Lutfan."

"Hm."

Mardiyah. Put the laptop on the bed, because he has finished counting. "Aren't you thirsty?"

"No."

"Lutfan, look at me."

Lutfan is still focusing on typing. "Gue don't want to."

"Say you're still embarrassed, right?"

Astarghfirullah's. Whose wife, anyway?! Managing the incident again. I don't think I'm ashamed, huh?! Should I be as clear as what I am? inner Lutfan thrashed around wanting to shout at his wife alone. Not dislike it, but if it's this aggressive. As a result, he was ashamed. Shouldn't it be if this kind of problem isn't it that embarrassed women? So why would anyone hold her shame? And Mardiyah dominated. Gosh darn. He doesn't think out.

"Lutfan, don't you hear me?"

"Yes intentionally. I pretend I'm not horrifying." Lutfan felt Mardiyah approaching. Until he spontaneously looked. "Loe. Don't whip me."

"Why, anyway?"

When Lutfan wanted to open his mouth, there was a knock on the door and was followed by the voice of Umma Sarah who asked for permission to enter. Then not long the door of the room opened, Mardiyah also kept her distance with Lutfan.

"What's up, Umma?" ask Lutfan when he sees her approaching. "Lutfan is still fighting this sale."

As Umm Sarah's smile showed, she was about to take a seat. "Umma sitting here isn't pa-pa?"

"No pa-pa, Umma," said Mardiyah by getting out of bed, approaching her Orphanage Mother. "Please."

Umma Sarah was silent for a moment, addressing Lutfan and Mardiyah in turn. "Lutfan, Umma wants to talk. Can the laptop be put down for a second?"

"Can, Umma." Lutfan put down his laptop, he started to pay attention to Umma Sarah. "What do you want to say?"

Every mother always wants the best for her children. No need for him to carry Mardiyah still his child, especially Lutfan a small baby first in his birth. All feelings are still the same, equal and will remain. Umma Sarah's hand touched the head of Mardiyah who somehow sat down together below while Lutfan sat side by side.

"Mardiyah, Lutfan." Umma Sarah paused. "You are Umma's most dear children."

Mardiyah just nodded while enjoying Umm Sarah's hand rub. Lutfan said, "Yes. Lutfan knows. But Umma mah must unfortunately be more to Mardiyah."

"No. Umma is more affectionate with you," said Mardiyah.

Umma Sarah laughed. "Umma dear all. Dear you guys so much. Same. All the same."

"Yes. Yes Lutfan believes the same Umma." Lutfan approached, sliding his body slowly, asking one of Umm Sarah's hands to rub his cheeks. "The Mardiyah in elus-elus. Lutfan wants Umma."

Umma Sarah rubbed Lutfan's cheeks.

"Generic ..."

"Yes, Umma."

Umma Sarah looked at the daughter-in-law. "You ... Don't love Mardiyah?"

"Why is Umma kayak's question?"

Mardiyah silently heard Lutfan's response to Umma Sarah's question.

"Umma just wants mastiin, if ..." Umm Sarah paused, her net has been glazed over. "The one said to Mr. Manggala was wrong. If this marriage does not harm Mardiyah, this marriage is not based on the trust of your Abimu only. Umma wants .. This marriage is based on the feelings you have for Mardiyah, son."

Mardiyah fell silent, and lowered her head. Umma was crying, unable to see. While Lutfan said, "Lutfan should not need to answer. Umma knew from a long time ago that Lutfan loved Mardiyah."

"Dear as what?" Umma Sarah looked at her now lowered son. "If as a Sister to Brother Umma already know from a long time ago."

Mardiyah looked up and said, "Umma ... Why ask gini -"

"Must, Son. Umma should ask Lutfan. Umma mau mastiin--"

Lutfan refuted, "Umma wants to be sure what else? Umma should have known when Lutfan asked to marry Mardiyah, if Lutfan did not just think of Mardiyah as a big brother anymore. Mardiyah is Lutfan's wife, Umma."

Mardiyah got up, stood right next to Umm Sarah and rubbed her back "Umma, it's already ..."

"Then, Lutfan." Umm Sarah paused, staring right at the child's netra. "Give Mardiyah an inner living, son. You consider him a wife, right? Umma did not force, Umma did not tell Mardiyah to get pregnant quickly. But Umma doesn't want you to part, Umma wants something to bind you, which makes you both can't leave each other."

Daytime.

Mardiyah has been holy. He also participated in performing the prayer of the congregation in the musala. Lutfan since the incident Umma Sarah spoke, looks silent a thousand languages, tends to be cold, not as usual. Even as if he was reluctant to look at himself again. Mardiyah did not want to ask, because the burden that Lutfan had must have been a lot.

"Lutfan."

Lutfan. "Gue's again focused on work, Mar. Please don't bother me."

"Yes. Ma-af."

The kling!

The string in Mardiyah's hand reads, one message in the name of Kak Devina.

Brother Devina

Mar, can I ask you a favor?

Why, Brother Dev?^^^

Brother Devina

(Send picture)

I'm near here, that inn, near your orphanage, right?

^^^And Kak Dev's car leaked?^^^

Brother Devina

Ja.

I actually did ojol

but because it's a bit rural in batalin continues, where the heat is really. I am not strong.

Can you pick me up, Mar?

^^^Start, Brother Dev^^^

^^I first gave my husband permission

Brother Devina

Yes Mar.

I wait.

Mardiyah looked at Lutfan who was still busy with his laptop. Mardiyah slowly approached and said, "Lutfan I want permission."

"Where?"

"My first working friend. Devina's sister had her car tire leaking, near Jyotika Ira Inn. Can I pick him up?"

Lutfan stopped typing, and looked. "Bring motor?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"OKAY. Be careful on the road."

^^Kak Dev, I can pick up^^^

^^^Please wait there, huh?^^^

After sending a hasty message Mardiyah headed around the Ira Jyotika Inn, using her matic motorbike. And about fifteen minutes drive, past the luxury Mardiyah housing looking right left, the photo that Kak Devina sent is around here.

"Mara! Mardi!"

The voices of people were shouting at him by waving their hands. Yash! That's Devina's sister, resting under the green trees.

"O Lord Mar, I got dizzy. Thank you very much for picking me up," said Kak Devina who immediately rode the bike in the back.

Mardiyah turned on the machine. "Sir Dev I'm directly transfer to Ira's Jyotika Inn?"

"Yes-yes, Mar. I'm meeting the selection of flowers for the Upasama Family wedding."

Mardiyah nodded and ran her bike.

"Well, will you come in, Mar? It's not pa-pa. Once you accompany me, you must be tired of coming all the way here too, overheating again."

"Yes, Brother Dev," answered Mardiyah.