Three Years Different

57 (1): Young Miss Mahika?

Hotel lazulada.

The car stopped in the underground parking lot. A moment later Manggala opened the door for him, then welcomed the hand. But Mardiyah refused on the grounds of wanting to walk alone.

Behind him were Linggar, Lingga, Abhimana, and Abhimata who had to go with him. Mardiyah walked slowly next to Gautama and Gumira. The leader is Manggala.

"Tama, take your son to the room" said Manggala.

Gautama was silent for a moment. "Pa, but ..."

"Take it, son. There are some memories of you with Zanitha, right?" manggala said, again.

Gautama could only nod. "Come, Son. Come with Papa."

Mardiyah looked at Gautama for a moment. Then walk slowly following Gautama in the back, until entering the elevator. Click on the 10th floor and the elevator stops there.

"What memories does Mr. Gautama have with my mother?"

Gautama looks to breathe. "How can you call Zanitha Mother. While I ... with the name Mr. Gautama. You don't want to call me Papa, son?"

"My mother never had a family again. While Mr. Gautama has a child who can still call you by that name," explained Mardiyah.

Gautama just nodded, slowly walked over and stopped in room 105 and opened the lock. Gautama allowed Mardiyah to enter first.

"In this room?"

Gautam nodded. "This room is a special resting place for my secretary. But this room was Zanitha's choice."

"Do you have a photo of my mother?"

Gautama was silent for a moment. "Sorry."

"Pak Gautama doesn't have any? So, Mr Manggala lied?"

Gautama said, "It cannot be said to lie completely. Because there are some things your mother left behind."

"What's that?"

Gautama approached the drawer and opened the first one. "See .. This is all your mother's."

Mardiyah approached, picked up one of the cloths lying there and stared at it for a while. "Hawl? This ... have a Mom?"

"Yes. It's your mother's."

Mardiyah clasped the veil, and stared at the television attached to the wall. "Can I ask you a question?"

Mardiyah said, "What makes you do that to a girl?"

"Why should you answer?"

Mardiyah nodded.

"If time can be reworked. Papa would never approve of Zanitha becoming a secretary. So that a girl as good as your mother would never be within reach of someone like Papa." Gautama walked towards the window, smiling bitterly as Zanitha looked sad. "People are wrong about your mother. How can a learned girl, from a good family dare to tease a man?"

"The bad father, son," added Gautama.

Mardiyah fell silent, putting back the veil. "Is this just the memory that Mr Gautama meant?"

"Yes. Just this is all. There is not a single photo that Papa has with your mother" replied Gautama.

Mardiyah turned around to go to the door. "Then. I'm pampering. I have to go---"

"Who let you go, son?" rebut Gautama who approached towards Mardiyah, the door of the room was still closed. "Papa will never let you go back to that orphanage."

Mardiyah looked at Gautama. "Father wants to break a promise? I would really hate you if you forbid me to go back to the orphanage again. Anyway what's the right an--"

"You're still questioning Papa's rights, son?" Gautama is approaching Mardiyah. He even started touching the child's arm. "You are Papa's son. Papa is entitled to you."

"I'm a child outside of marriage. You have absolutely no right-hmmpp." Gautama silenced Mardiyah with a cloth that had been drugged. And without any preparation Mardiyah could not resist until her consciousness was gone that very second.

"Ah, my head ..."

Mardiyah slowly opened her eyes, looking around the room that belonged to the white domination room. Both hands are bent back, to take a sitting position. Then his eyes looked towards the window, the sky was dark. How many hours was he unconscious?

Mardiyah's right hand was raised touching her head. The hairs? The neck? his mind realized that he did not use a head covering at all. Then Mardiyah opened the blanket, saw the clothes she used like dress ... sleep? The length is knee-length.

"Liar ..."

Mardiyah squeezed the blanket tightly. His memory had recovered, he recalled Gautama had drugged him. Why should he come? Why did the lure of the mother's memories leave her so helpless? Lutfan should have banned him from leaving.

Cleks.

I heard someone unlock the door. So he's in brackets? Before long a middle-aged woman entered the room carrying food and some bags of clothes.

"Good night, Miss Mahika."

Young Miss Mahika? I ... The mahika?