Three Years Different

Section 7 (1)

Asshalaatu khairum minan

Asshalaatu khairum minan

Mardiyah was struggling in the kitchen with Salsa, and the children of the senior orphanage. After completing his task of cooking vegetables, he said goodbye to Salsa. To go to Umma Sarah's office, because it will be exactly six in the morning, he immediately left the orphanage.

"Umma .. assalamualaikum,"

Umma Sarah is seen with Lutfan. The spoiled man immediately sat up straight when he heard his voice.

"Vaalaikumussalam, Mar. Come in, son."

Lutfan stood up, out of the office. Maybe embarrassed.

"Umma, Mardiyah's leaving at six. And, sorry Mardiyah came suddenly," said Mardiyah without sitting down.

Umm Sarah shook her head, she got up from her seat and rubbed Mardiyah's left right shoulder. "No pa-pa. Careful. What's up later?"

"Motorcycle, Umma."

Umma Sarah shook her head. "In Cak Sur, huh? It just so happens that Lutfan will go straight to the city at six."

"Bothering Cak Sur, Umma."

Umma Sarah shook her head, again. "Who said that? Try it later if you want to leave you ask him. Surely Cak Sur is not a hassle, really.

When Mardiyah opened her mouth. Umm Sarah yelled, "Lutfan!"

"Falem, Umma?"

Umma Sarah glanced at Mardiyah at a glance. "Depart with Mardiyah, will you?"

"No, Umma. Mardiyah just bring the motor," said Mardiyah.

Lutfan turned his eyeballs. This flat girl in front of him was stubborn. It sucks!

"Yes, Umma." Lutfan looked at Mardiyah from behind. "And lo, Mar. I wonder what my Umma said. Do your good too."

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "Good, Umma. Thank ye. Later Mardiyah left with Lutfan."

When Mardiyah turned to look at Lutfan sharply.

Why did he call me that? inner Lutfan.

Mardiyah passed away. A little creepy, rarely did Mardiyah look at him like that, not to mention no smile at all.

"I think I'll come with Umma" said Lutfan.

"Where?"

"Lazuardi. Kan ... Mr. Manggala was his friend Grandpa, who married his granddaughter whose woman forgot his name ..." Lutfan. "Ah yes, Callista Adiwangsa, Umma."

"Continue?"

"Yes. I told Grandpa to come. Because Grandpa just happened to know that I'm Natasha's friend."

Umma Sarah nodded. "Take a. You better come. Take care of Mardiyah. Even though Umma actually does not like you to the event, it must be a real race. Not to mention it's an elite show, definitely a lot of drinking--"

"Nrank ..." Lutfan shook his head looking at his Umma. "No, I can't say that, dong. Some of Umma's children already know which ones can be which ones are not. I'm a big Umma, can be differentin the same that's wrong."

Lutfan's shoulder was hit hard enough.

"Akhh! Umma .. really like to hit it."

"That's there. Morning prayers, already want this iqamah," said Umma Sarah.

The dawn passed so quickly. The sun has risen to illuminate this human dwelling with a shady light. It looks like it's going to rain, because it's a little cloudy. At six in five minutes, the white toyota car was about to leave the orphanage. Where Mardiyah sat behind herself, while Lutfan was right next to Cak Sur. Whether self-conscious, or indeed do not want to get close, Mardiyah does not care.

"Mbak Mar, will be in the -th anter"

"Harsa Flower Shop, Cak. I will show you the way" said Mardiyah.

Cak Sur nodded. "Sweep, Ma'am."

"Keep Mas Lutfan mau-"

Lutfan refuted, "Anterin he used to be, Cak. Go to the outlet."

"Excite, Mas."

Both strange. Maybe Cak Sur is impregnating the no-no, on the way it feels like freezing. Cak Sur alone felt awkward as well to the point that sighing alone sounded. Actually why this?

Mardiyah's string suddenly shook steadily, a sign of an incoming call. It says, Brother Devina is there, quickly picked up.

"Hello, Mar."

Mardiyah changed the position of her scarf in her left ear. "I'm leaving, brother."

"Don't forget to bring a navy hijab, do you?"

"I'm inget, Brother."

It sounded from across Devina like she was talking to someone else. Then a second later Devina said, "We go back and forth to the Lazuardi hotel later. Lots of flowers to send. The clothes you're wearing right now deserve that, right?"

Mardiyah looked down at how she looked today. Black dress and hood, grey outer, black socks and plain white sneakers.

"Want, Brother."

"What you mean by merit is usually inappropriate, Mar. Don't tell me you wear all black, it's not funny. We want to send flowers for married people, not slaying," said Devina.

Rarely did Brother Devina nag. Rarities. Or is it because he rarely talks to her?

"Yes. Black game again. But the outer is light gray, brother. Safe. Not like people struggling," said Mardiyah.

From across there was Kak Devina blushing. "Can you laugh too, can you? Huh, ah! I'm waiting for you to come, Mar."

"Ready, Brother."

The car has entered the city. It even passed through the first outlet where Lutfan used to stop there.

"Recarely to stop?" ask Mardiyah.

Lutfan looked at Mardiyah from the windshield. "Related."

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