Three Years Different

56: A Week Passes the Arrival of Adiwangsa

A week passed.

Since the failure, Mardiyah and Lutfan continue to try. Finally early today succeeded. Even in this week there has been no news of Manggala Adiwangsa. Lutfan never let his guard down, he has prepared everything, to welcome the arrival of the Adiwangsa family.

Advice from Mas Jafar and Umma Sarah had he done. All just waiting for the results, he will not be that easy to give up. As Mas Jafar said, the law also knows that the right to Mardiyah is him. The clock still shows at one in the morning. Mardiyah still did not come out of the bathroom.

He's okay, isn't he? inner Lutfan.

Not long after the bathroom door opened. Mardiyah looked as if she was slowly approaching herself. From a distance like this, Lutfan never denied the charm of Mardiyah really attracted the heart and eyes with black lingerie in use it.

"Lo .. a long time ago." Lutfan's cheeks flushed over Mardiyah who took a seat right beside her. "No pa-pa, right?"

"I'm not pa-pa." Mardiyah tucked her hair behind her ear. "I still shower, though. You're so worried."

Lutfan casting face. "What the hell. Yes the name we will run out a-anu .. yes the point is I'm afraid you why."

"I'm not pa-pa" replied Mardiyah.

Mardiyah looked down at her leg which somehow hurt. Probably tired. Because the activity was led by her, so naturally her husband was worried too. Even when the shower was not felt. Why it feels so much afterwards.

"Why lo?"

Mardiyah. "That's .. My leg seems to hurt."

"illness?" Lutfan looked at the wife's feet. "How sick? Pegel, huh? Try here."

Mardiyah retreated, brought her legs closer to Lutfan, then pointed from the thigh down. "It hurts, right here."

"Sorry-sorry." Lutfan touched Mardiyah's leg slowly. "If it hurts to say."

Mardiyah held Lutfan's hand. "No need, Lutfan. It's night time now. We just sleep. I know you're tired too."

Lutfan fell silent, as Mardiyah began to draw closer, leaning her head against her left shoulder. "Lo's tired too, isn't he? Sleep there."

"This. I'm going to sleep." Mardiyah took Lutfan's hand and then linked hands together. "What do you think, Lutfan?"

"What's the matter?"

Mardiyah smiled faintly. "So."

That was? inner Lutfan who is still thinking what Mardiyah means. After a few seconds of silence, his mind hooked up there. "Yes that."

"That's how? Not satisfied?"

Astarghfirullah's. My wife's mouth is very gini. Frontal really you know if asked Yes Allah .. Inner Lutfan who felt his cheeks reddened again. A little annoying why should he hold his shame. But Mardiyah seemed ordinary.

"Yes ... satisfied," great-granddaughter Lutfan.

Mardiyah nodded and suddenly her hands felt back and belly, starting to wrap her hands around Lutfan's waist.

"Do'ain, huh? I hope I get pregnant soon."

This morning. Exactly a week Aldo, Linggar, Lingga, Abhimana and Abhimata stay at the pesantren. Today they intend to go home, but something that has been no news for a long time, finally came suddenly without being asked.

Manggala, Gautama and Gumira came. Then soon Linggar, Lingga, Abhimana and Abhimata followed, fortunately there was no Rajendra. Because Mardiyah still can't meet that person anymore.

"There's your son in front, Tama."

Gautama.

"No pa-pa. So Abhimana and Abhimata met his brother, right?" continued Manggala while looking at Mardiyah who was in front of the middle sitting with Umma Sarah and Lutfan. "Your sisters are ahead, son."

Mardiyah.

"Tidad." Manggala looked at Umm Sarah. "Have you written down the details of my grandchild's expenses while living in your orphanage?"

Seulas thin smile Manggala show. "But Mardiyah is my granddaughter. He's not your real son, must be very troublesome and drain your money while living it, during this ... these twenty-three years, right?"

"Absolutely not, sir," replied Umm Sarah.

Manggala's view shifted to Mardiyah. "Son .. You said you wanted to see your mother, right? Photos, or something else. Grandpa has. At the Lazuardi hotel a lot of things about him and your father are stored there."

"Then from that. Come with Grandpa to visit the Lazuardi hotel," continued Manggala.

Mardiyah.

"You're refusing?" Manggala looked at Gautama. "Tama, tell your son that there's a letter Zanitha left you."

Gautama who was originally lowered his head now looked up at his son. "Yes, Son. It's at the Lazuardi hotel. Please come along for a minute."

"I would like to, if I go there with my husband" replied Mardiyah.

Manggala. "Don't. What for a minute, you can't part with your husband, son? Let's spend time with your family .. Don't be afraid. Grandpa won't be that bad until he wants to hurt you."

Mar ... please do not Mar .. Inner Lutfan who is waiting for what speech will come out of the lips of Mardiyah.

"Lutfan." Mardiyah looked at Lutfan deeply. "You're letting me go for a minute?"

I want to ban you. But it seems that it will only hurt you aja Mar, inner Lutfan who immediately nodded. "Yes. If you want to. You can come along."

"But you--"

Manggala said, "Your husband has allowed. Let's go, son."

Abhimana, Abhimata, Linggar and Lingga are different cars from Mardiyah, his father and grandfather. The journey to the Lazuardi hotel has begun since leaving the residence of Umma Sarah.

"So, that chick ... your half-brother?" ask Linggar.

Abhimata. Abhimana said, "Not. I've never considered the son of anyone other than Nyokap I'm a brother."

Linga clucking. "But in fact he's your brother, Bhimana. Grandpa admitted he was in your time, didn't he? Not to mention, if I look around he looks the same as Om Gautama, in his eyes."

"Like doesn't mean child!" Abhimana.

Linggar. His eyes turned towards the rearview mirror looking at the silent Abhimata, looking towards the road without any intention of hoarding. "Bhimata, what's your response to that girl?"

"Pretty."

The thin smiling lingga. Netra Abhimana is widened. "The ant! Lo ... what the hell is Bhimata muji-muji chick?"

"He's a pretty girl. He's pantes so our brother." Abhimata looked at the twin brothers. "Wouldn't we have met him at the Lazuardi hotel about a year ago? You accidentally hit him. You get mad at him, Bhimana."

Abhimana, Linggar, and Linga were silent at the words of Abhimata.

"Even the way he dresses, and he lives in the village. Can't deny the fact that he's bleeding Adiwangsa." Abhimata. "Lo don't see the way he talks? Don't you see the way he carries himself? And you don't see the way he's facing Rajendra?"

I look. He looks like an Adiwangsa. He can face Kak Rajendra who is that rough. But my time in the park was the same. He might cry. Though I did not say anything, the mind of Abhimana is still silent.

"Gue denger's. He's Papa's son as his secretary." Abhimata leaned his back, as comfortable as possible to sit. "Bhimana, you know. The mother of the girl is not a whore, or anything like that. You'll be so selfish if you turn everything on him. Because he was born before we existed. He was not there at the wishes of his mother. Try thinking dong."

"Lo would also be crazy if he thought he would enter our family willingly." Abhimana. "Because of what I've been observing for a week. She's not going to hurt Mama, by going into our family."

Abhimana said, "Keep now. Why would he come, Bhimata?"

"Lo's aware of that? What's Grandpa's lure to him?" Abhimata looked at his silent twin brother. "Memories, Bhimana. Memories of his mother ..lo try to think, for twenty-three years of life, he did not know the face of his own parents. Try to be him, what is stress? Aren't you crazy, huh?"

Suddenly medium phallus. "Uh-already, Bhimata. I-i understand. Now you are diem. We will arrive at the Lazuardi hotel. We wait for Grandpa's decision later."