Three Years Different

58: Day ... Your daughter ... Mardiyah

Gautama looked at his lowered son, crying sobbing.

"Papa .. exit. You rest, son."

Gautama took the key out of his pocket, opened the door and exited Mardiyah's room by locking it again. His breathing is irregular, which is spoken by Mardiyah is true. She should have realized that her daughter's happiness was living with her husband. How could it be this bad? Even what the princess said was true, she did not only hurt Zanitha alone.

Her daughter is a complete duplicate of Zanitha. Long brown mane, hanging curly, and the same radiant bright skin as Zanitha. Gautama is grateful at least, if he does not have a portrait with Zanitha one, his daughter can still reflect on seeing herself who is like her mother.

Zanitha .. do you hate me so much? Until you don't even give a name to our daughter? No. Your daughter, the name for your daughter, the inner Gautama who began to rub both cheeks.

"Master Gautama."

The voice of the servant resuscitated Gautama.

"Mr Manggala asked me to--"

Gautama said, "For what?"

"To give medicine ..." The waiter looks paused. Even as it trembled, it was difficult to continue his words. "Prevent pregnancy."

Preventing pregnancy? gautama with a flat gaze. "Given to?"

"Young Miss Mahika."

Free, Pa. .. if my son has done that with Lutfan. Let her be pregnant. Let only that one memory she had with her husband. At least he won't hate me too much, because it's too obedient to you, Pa, Gautama's mind that immediately brings the right hand closer to the servant, then opens the palm of the hand. "Where's the cure?"

"Here, sir." The middle-aged maid handed Gautama a bottle of pregnancy-preventing medication. Which a second later Gautama open the bottle cover, then take out the drugs and stomp it until irregular.

Afterwards Gautama looked at the servant sharply. "Listen. Any drug, whether prevention of pregnancy, either drug pemugur. Never give it to him. Your master it's me. Don't follow anyone but me."

"Bright, sir."

Not long ago there was a knocking sound from inside the room inhabited by Mardiyah.

"Open up! Open door!"

Gautama looked back and said, "Give him enough and nutritious food."

"Good, Sir."

Lutfan already knew that it was all a lie. Should the ban be pointed out clearly, he should not have pretended to approve, and should have joined Mardiyah. The sky tonight looks cloudy, the rain seems to be coming down and until eight o'clock the wife does not return to her arms.

"Nope ..."

Lutfan knew that what came was his Ummah.

"Umma .. they brought Mardiyah," said Lutfan. A second later he looked down at his useless legs well. Not to mention the fact that the wife did not come back, the phone he used to contact Mardiyah was not active since noon. "Umma .. How is Mardiyah now? ... Lutfan misses him."

Umm Sarah approached, gently rubbing the child's head.

"Lutfan shouldn't have ngizinin he left. Lutfan should have banned him, Umma ..." Lutfan paused by firmly holding his wheelchair. "Tomorrow ... Lutfan is going to town. Lutfan wants to bring Mardiyah home. Lutfan ..."

"Umma will anther you, son. Umma promise, we can take Mardiyah home" said Umma Sarah.

Lutfan. Then Umma Sarah said goodbye to go back to the room, while Lutfan was still silent to the sky that began to rain. His hand took the device in his pocket instead of the gallery and his net captured a photo there.

"Don't stay with me, Mar. Please, I .. I love you the same lo." Lutfan shook his head slowly. "Gue can't separate from you. I lied .. I lied about the divorce. I will never be divorced. Even if I am paralyzed for life, if you still want to be my wife. I'm not going to tell you, Mar."

"Young Miss Mahika."

Mardiyah looked at the incoming waiter.

"I'm going to change this food. Please Young Miss soon---"

Mardiyah replied, "I don't need that food. I want to get out of here!"

"Young Miss Mahika--"

Mardiyah shouted, "Don't call me with such a call!"

The door opened soon. A female doctor and several nurses entered Mardiyah's room, then firmly held Mardiyah by injecting an infusion.

"Young Miss, please calm down. I just want to put up an infusion."

"Miss--"

"I don't want to!"

The nurses were really holding on tight, until the infusion needle found its way and had been attached. Mardiyah looked calm again, stopped rebelling and was laid down slowly by one of the nurses.

Mardiyah's gaze was blurry, puddles filled her eyes. "Generic ..."

"Young Miss, you should take a break."

Mardiyah was completely limp, eager to close her eyes. It seems like it is not just an infusion, there is another liquid that is deliberately injected for him. Slowly he was imprisoned and dark.

The doctor and nurse are gone. Mardiyah's alone. While Gautama intends to return home, but his net catch twins who are his flesh blood is standing before him.

"You coming?"

Abhimata answered, "Yes. At least we want to see how Papa treats Papa's daughter."

"Abhimata, Abhimana." Gautama paused by sighing and looking at his son in turn. "You can feel angry and disappointed in Papa. But never hurt him."

Abhimana laughing. Laughter that sounds like an insult to the father. "What did Papa say? Can we get angry? Can we be disappointed? But don't hurt him?"

"Keep .. What did Papa sell to him?" abhimana added that second also his wrist in the grip by Abhimata, as if holding his brother to say again.

Gautama was silent for a moment, his gaze turned sharp. "Abhimana, Papa warn you. Rajendra mustn't know that he lives in this villa."

After saying that Gautama passed away, leaving the child who was still standing looking at the door of the room that was locked tightly.

"Lo empathy?"

Abhimana frowned. "You mean? I empathize with that girl?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"No! It's crazy!"

Abhimata was expressionless, still looking at Mardiyah's tightly shut room. "Lo can empathize with him. You can take pity. Because I think .. he deserves pity, Bhimana."

"But I'm not ka--"

"Lo's lying." Abhimata. "Grandpa, Papa, Rajendra's sister. They're same. They can't be about, they have the heart, and if I can be honest they're both rude and."

Abhimana was silent to hear.

"Gue knows you're still sane. I knew you wouldn't be that good as him. I know, Bhimana." Abhimata walked over to the door of Mardiyah's room. "In retrospect, what's wrong with him? If he could ask, he wouldn't want to be born as Papa's son. He will never be born with us."

"Keep me clear again, Bhimana?"

Abhimana said, "No need. If you clear again. You're gonna keep me going."

At the touch of the door of the room was Abhimata. "Grandpa with Papa. They separated him from Lutfan. From her husband, Bhimana. If just dating, maybe it will not be in the life of him or Lutfan. But they married, their souls were one. I'm sure, for twenty-three years he lived, it must have been just for his future mother Lutfan. The rest, he never expected to meet his mother or our Papa."

"Terus ... how do you want? This is all Grandpa's decision with Papa, Bhimata. We can't understand all this" asked Abhimana.

Abhimata nodded, and turned to look at his brother. "We can't stand it. But as much as we can .. often come here, make a look at her situation, not make maki-maki him. Or if we need to, we can get Lutfan---"

"No. The lo ngabarin Lutfan. Grandpa and Papa will know. Not to mention Rajendra will also know," said Abhimana.

Abhimata. "If so. Enough we came. Just look at her situation, don't let Grandpa or Papa cross their boundaries."

"You mean?"

Abhimata glanced at the kitchen. "It's nothing. I just don't want him to do anything."

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Note:

When that happened.

Gautama age: 25 years. (Now 48 years)

Age of Zanitha: 20 years. (Died)