Three Years Different

51 :

"Sir .. please. Why did it have to come like this?"

Abhimana and Abhimata approached the brother. Abhimana looked at him for a moment and said, "I'm sorry. Please--"

"Why should I apologize?" Rajendra refuted by staring at the Sister in turn. "And you Abhimana, since when have you been this person? You speak softly with this woman. Sure enough? You accept him?"

Abhimana sighed softly, momentarily glancing at Mardiyah. "Abhi didn't tell her, sister. But Abhi asked Rajendra not to believe him. Especially this at the inn Mama, Sis. If Mama knew how?"

"All you know."

Abhimata who was silent said, "Sister, in front there is a secretary Brother. Abhi asked her to wait in Brother's room. Please, let this woman Abhi take care of her."

Rajendra. Before he came out he looked at Mardiyah. "Lucky, my brothers came. Luckily my mood suddenly improved a little. Otherwise, I will absolutely make you unable to walk out of this inn."

He's crazy, Inner Mardiyah.

Abhimana stared in the other direction unwillingly looking at him. While Abhimata took P3K and approached him hesitantly.

"Ma-afs. Hands ... Brother wounds?"

The sister? inner Mardiyah. The first meeting sounded meaningless. But ... why? Why did this moment sound pitiful in his ears? "I'll be able to treat it at home."

"Lo!" Getting sharp lyrics from Abhimata, Abhimana looks shrunk and back said, "What is the difficulty in obeying? It's not possible that I'm my twin brother's macem."

"I never thought of it that way" said Mardiyah.

Abhimana stared at the neatly arranged tables. "Yes good. So you don't have to be afraid of treating Abhimata."

"I'm not afraid."

The kling!

His jaw on the tote bag rang, a notification from Kak Devina appeared.

Brother Devina

Where are you, Mar?

Not a stray, is it?

Mardiyah put her gawai again in the bag. He stared at the door and looked at Abhimana and Abhimata in turn. "May I come out?

"Can. But ..." Abhimata. "Before that, may I ask?"

"What?"

Abhimata said, "Did my Papa ... really do a DNA test?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"O-oh. Thank you," said Abhimata.

His destiny is becoming more visible.

Have a brother. Even if some are good and some are a little bad, Mardiyah is no problem. But why does this encounter lead to more guilt? Although there is actually a sense of pleasure, but there is also a speck of taste that tickles in his heart.

Mournfully.

Abhimata good. And Abhimana was trying to be kind. If Rajendra had been so, maybe his life would have been perfect. Even without being recognized by the general Mardiyah is not a problem. It really doesn't matter.

Fifteen minutes ago he was in the Lodging of Jyotika Ira, of course Kak Devina returned to the flower shop while he returned to the orphanage, with so many thoughts.

"Assalamualaik."

Mardiyah woke up when she heard Lutfan's voice. "Ah, yes. Excuse me. Assalamualaikum."

"Mosur." It was seen Lutfan sitting on the bed watching him who had just arrived. "Why pick up or what? Long time, almost this sweet."

Mardiyah walked towards the dirty laundry, opened the veil and snail, then put it there. "sorry. I didn't say, I've been meeting Devina for a while."

"Oh, that's it."

As Mardiyah walked to the dressing table to put the needle there, Lutfan suddenly said, "Hand lo .. why?"

"Ooh this." Mardiyah opened her slightly bloody palm and shaped long lines of friction. "Thus. Someone accidentally pushed me."

"Not deliberately encourage you to say?" Lutfan clucked in annoyance, his hand swinging asking the wife to come closer. "Newly if this is me horrified by people who do not intentionally encourage others. Deketan here lo!"

"Keep you fall over?"

Mardiyah nodded.

"Lo's foot?"

Mardiyah looked down at her feet. Lutfan was busy examining his palm. "My feet are not pa-pa" replied Mardiyah.

"Who's the guy? Girl or boy?"

Mardiyah hush.

"Gue asked if you can't answer?"

Mardiyah didn't want to lie. But, if he was honest Lutfan would definitely scold him. But if he lies clearly he will sin. "Male. He wasn't intentional."

"Ty-cowok?! Lo said what? Not intentionally?!"

Mardiyah nodded.

"Come down where?"

"A lodge."

Lutfan was silent for a moment. "Gue was fad searching earlier, if the inn belonged to Cecilia Adiwangsa. And don't you tell me, if you fall this has something to do with them?"

"And I said man. Not female. How could Madame Cecilia push me, Lutfan?"

Lutfan replied, "Maybe?"

"Lutfan. Please don't be angry." Mardiyah looked at Lutfan who seemed annoyed by still holding his palm. "If you don't want to treat me, let me treat myself."

Lutfan opened the side drawer, took the P3K there. Then take a cotton swab to clean, then take betadine. "If you say anything."

"Yes." Yeah."

After treating the hand of Mardiyah. He came back like that, silent and not talking so much. His mind was still floating where clearly the Umma asked him to give an inner living to Mardiyah.

The reason was .. he knew it made sense. But why did he and Mardiyah have to do that relationship under pressure? Even he himself was not sure he could take the lead in the activity of the bed, of course because his legs still could not lift and feel.

Not to mention suddenly, returning from the Lodge of Jyotika Ira Mardiyah's palm was injured. The fall is possible, Adiwangsa. Who else would dare to push people without thinking? The reason why Mardiyah doesn't make sense.

"Lutfan, aren't you sleeping?"

Lutfan.

"Do you want to walk outside? Mumpung this afternoon bright," said Mardiyah, again.

Lutfan break down. "No."

Mardiyah put down her gawai. Then shift his seat on Lutfan who relaxes. "Why are you silent again? Since Umma said about--"

"Can't you talk about that, Mar?" refute Lutfan by asking.

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "Why? If you don't want us to do that I don't pa-pa, Lutfan. You do not think about Umma's words. It's not you yourself who say that I choose to live with you. You're gonna do whatever it takes to keep us together, aren't you?"

Lutfan turned around, sleeping on Mardiyah's back.

Grandpa nyerah. What can I do, Mar? In the end, they took it from me. What can I do, Mar? Advice Umma .. What should I fill in? inner Lutfan who tried to close his eyes, as much as he could ignore Mardiyah.

"Lutfan."

Mardiyah touched his arm.

"You sleeping?"

Must. If that is the only way I have to practice, the inner Lutfan who starts to open his eyes, is still thinking how he should start.

"Lut--"

"Mar ..."

Mardiyah replied, "Yes?"

Lutfan turned around and started sleeping on his back facing his wife. "Come, we'll do it."