Three Years Different

57 (2): What You Hurt Is Not Just My Mother. Except for the Daughter!

Young Miss Mahika? I ... The mahika? mardiyah's mind shakes disapprovingly.

"Where is my veil and my clothes?"

"We're washing it, miss. Mr. Gautama gave me some clothes you could use." The middle-aged woman put down a few bags that were brought earlier. Then take out clothes like a dress, and others that can not even cover the aura completely.

"I don't want to use this. I want my clothes!" Mardiyah.

"Miss, this shirt is special to use in the house. To get out of the house, Mr. Gautama will choose it for yourself,"

Mr. Gautama intentionally. He intentionally. I gotta go. Lutfan .. Inner Mardiyah who was about to come down from the bed looking for the existence of her dress. "Where is my bag? A cellphone? Where is everything mine?"

"Master Gautama forbade us--"

"That's mine!" Mardiyah was about to walk towards the door and was intending to open it. But that very second, the door opened, Manggala entered by asking the middle-aged maid to leave.

"Mahika .. Grandpa's granddaughter," said Manggala by taking a seat on the sofa single to meet Mardiyah who was still standing. "Sit. Grandpa knows you're tired."

Mardiyah stared intently at Manggala. "You .. renege on promises. You deliberately told Mr. Gautama to-"

"Mahika, you are part of Adiwangsa. And it would be very inappropriate if you lived in an orphanage." Manggala. "Grandfather has also sent money to your housewife. I think that's more than enough to pay for all your living expenses first."

Mardiyah did not heed the words of Manggala. He looked up and asked, "Where are my things? Phones, bags and more!"

"You don't need that anymore."

"You can't ban me. Because I'm not--"

Manggala jerks, "Mahika!"

"You ... never call me by a name other than that given by Umma Sarah!" said Mardiyah with no less hard.

The door that was closed opened again. Gautama entered and approached Manggala. While Mardiyah chose to retreat herself, to the side of the bed.

"Pa, don't be like this." Gautama touched Manggala's back. "Papa better go home. I don't want Papa to do anything."

"Papa's coming home. If you ..." Manggala alternately looked at his son and grandson. "Can take care of him properly, Tama. And remember what Papa said, don't let her go back to that orphanage again. And then you'll take care of the divorce papers with Bashir's grandson."

"Akhc!" erang Mardiyah who felt the pull was too hard. Even Manggala had come out, and the door was in the lock from the outside. Mardiyah had guessed that Gautama had the key as well. "Detach .. release me, sir!"

"Silent" said Gautama, then slightly crouched down, raising Mardiyah with two hands to take her lying on the bed again.

"Deliver!"

Mardiyah lay in bed as gently as possible. One of his hands was held down by Gautama. So that the child can no longer move. "Son, do you never want to talk a little softly with Papa? Or at least once you called me Papa?"

The views of both are combined. Netra Mardiyah glazed over, Gautama looked at her wistfully. It even looked glazed, but the hand touched violently, holding it tightly. Mardiyah even felt sick.

"Never call yourself Father in front of me." Mardiyah sighed softly, her chest feeling filled with pain. One of his hands held a blanket. "Explain to me .. How can you admit that you are a Father? You took me by force, you were rude and .. you intend to separate your own daughter ..."

Mardiyah's tears were dripping down her cheeks. "From her husband."

"You should know .. that the happiness of your daughter is now her husband." Mardiyah. "Not living with you!"

Mardiyah's three-second pause said, "Why? What if the man you married is paralyzed? What measure of a man's kindness and responsibility can no longer be valued because of paralysis?"

"You're wrong ..." Mardiyah lowered her head, cutting off her eye contact with Gautama. "You're wrong to think that your daughter is losing her life with her husband. You are wrong ..."

"Because I really feel I have a family by living with my husband and my in-laws" Mardiyah said.

The grip on Mardiyah's hand loosened, Gautama slowly let go, on the face of her daughter's chocolate mane and her body trembled violently that could not resist the sobbing.

"You never know how painful it is that I have to live.for twenty-three years without parents." Mardiyah. "Even as a child until my teens I had to hear people insulting my Mom as p*elacur."

"Even ... from the story you yourself shared. People also insult my mother." Mardiyah rubbed her cheeks rough. "When it is clear .. The guilty here is you!"

Mardiyah looked up, her net met again with Gautama. "Even my mother had to go that painful way. Without keeping the promise he had written to his daughter."

Gautama. Tears suddenly dripped on his left cheek slowly, his gaze could not be separated from Mardiyah who looked very sad.

"And you know. Name of Lunara Mardiyah. Not ..." Mardiyah nodded slowly. "Not given by my Mother .. but by Umm Sarah."

"Now you understand that what you're hurting is not just my mother. Except for her daughter! Me!" Mardiyah lowered her head, pushing Gautama. "You hurt me too!"

"You made me live without family! You dashed my hopes as a girl! Right ... you are evil. You are really evil .. hiks .. you are evil ..."