Three Years Different

59: Will It Be Right to Hurt Someone Who Is Bleeding Alone With Us?

Around three o'clock Mardiyah woke up, her eyes opened slowly with a slight blur she was staring around. The temperature of this room was really cold, he tried to change position to sit. But he realized, when his right hand was attached to the infusion.

He remembered, he was forced.

The doctor forced an infusion, which may be in the contents of other fluids as well. Why did it have to end like this? Gautama who claims to be his father should this be so? A daughter who people say has a first love from her father. That's incorrect. According to Mardiyah is not right, because Gautama can not make his heart adrift for a second. Can't make herself feel loved and loved as a princess.

Cleks.

The sound of the door opening, before long entered the middle-aged maid who was carrying food.

"Yes Allah ... Non, the food has not been touched at all," said the waiter.

Mardiyah was silent just staring blankly.

"Non, Auntie help a bribe, huh?"

Mardiyah. "I want to go home."

Before long the door opened again, several female servants entered Mardiyah's room carrying basins, as well as clothes and fragrances.

"Bi Amah, it is better for me and the others to wash the body of Young Miss first. So that Young Miss can worship first," said one of the servants who had just entered.

A middle-aged woman called Bi Amah nodded. While Mardiyah who was still feeling weak could only resign, slowly her clothes were opened. Her tears had dried, her lips were chapped and her stomach was in pain. He did not intentionally make himself like this.

In front of him was a mirror. As he stared straight, his eyes caught something reddening on his left chest. Those beautiful memories just happened yesterday, and Lutfan left a trail there. Supposedly, when he saw this both of his cheeks would be flushed red, but not real. He is more likely to want to cry, he misses Lutfan.

He has promised not to leave Lutfan. But it looks like he will break. Because he was locked up in this house, which he felt was very, very far from the orphanage.

"Young Miss."

Mardiyah.

"Today Mr. Gautama allowed Miss Young to come out of the room, just walk outside the villa using the clothes he had prepared," explained Bi Amah.

Mardiyah nodded.

After a young waiter put out a similar robe with an old peach-colored veil. As the waiter was about to wear it on him, he spontaneously said, "I can use it myself."

"But Young Miss hoses her infusion---"

Mardiyah looked at the young maid. "Then hold that infusion well."

"Well, Young Miss."

Afterwards, Mardiyah asked all the servants to come out. He wanted to perform the dawn prayer service. Until exactly at five o'clock in the morning Bi Amah entered his room again, bringing the breakfast he had prepared.

"Non, Auntie's bribe, huh?"

Mardiyah looked at Bi Amah by opening her mouth. If he wanted to escape, he should at least have some energy. If no. He will never get out of this place.

"Young Miss ..." Bi Amah scoops more food for Mardiyah. "If Auntie is allowed to talk a lot, to be honest, Young Miss please don't cry too much. Miss will feel dizzy. Auntie's afraid Miss is okay."

Mardiyah.

"Young Miss's eyes are also swollen, and Miss's lips are chapped. It was all because one day the Young Miss did not touch any food and drink at all."

Mardiyah was silent. Finally he said, "How can you ask me to eat, to drink, and not to cry? When I had to be separated from my own husband."

Bi Amah sighed softly and replied, "The inner bond between husband and wife is sometimes strong, Miss. If they both love each other ... Aunty did not forbid Miss to cry, Auntie did not force Miss to eat and drink. But does Young Miss have to be like this? Neglect yourself? What if possible, Miss' husband is also like this? No matter to yourself. But he does not belong to himself. Miss's self no longer belongs to Miss herself, but also to Miss's husband. And vice versa."

Mardiyah was silent.

"Will Miss do that to Miss who also belongs to Miss's own husband?"

Mardiyah smiled bitterly, and lowered her head. "You speak .. a little difficult to understand. But .. yes, what you say is all true."

Abhimata came first compared to Abhimana. His twin brother was still on his way, I don't know what happened to visit to the extent as well.

The blood of Adiwangsa flows there. But the upbringing given by Lutfan's parents, to his brother like being an angel's word was real. But why? Such a woman should end miserably, while life has been very evil from the past on her Brother.

Abhimata remembered that at the first meeting, he did not see a smile, until the second meeting remained the same, until now there was not a single smile that the Woman showed even alone, even alone, with a wild cat.

The Gawai Abhimata reads. The contact number of Abhimana was immediately answered.

"Abhimata, Lutfan date. He came to Lazuardi hotel with Nyokapnya," said Abhimana.

Abhimata replied, "He met Papa?"

"No. He met Rajendra. He was expelled from the security guard. What should I do?"

Abhimata was silent for a moment. "Lo doesn't have to do anything. Lo shut up, Grandpa must be the same Papa who takes care. Cepet lo dateng here."

"OKAY. I'm otw."

Gawai Abhimata is placed in bed, the net is still not separated from Mardiyah. But somehow he wanted to go down, slowly from the stairs and walked closer to Mardiyah with still a meter away. But suddenly like a stepbrother lost his balance while trying to stand, until Abhimana reflex ran, touched his waist and held the infusion stick.

"Sir ..." Mardiyah stared at him, until spontaneously Abhimata took off her touch on the waist. "Are you okay?"

Mardiyah nodded.

"Where are you going? Incoming?"

Mardiyah.

"To where? I'm interrupting."

Mardiyah nodded, again. His net was staring straight at Abhimata like thinking. "You ... Abhimata?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mardiyah lowered her head, and took a seat on that wooden garden chair again. "I see. You're good."

Abhimata.

"Abhimata, a-s ... Lutfan okay?"

Mardiyah looked up when she did not hear Abhimata answer at all. The man in front of him was silent. And he said, "You are silent? Did your Grandpa and Dad forbid you to talk?"

"I'm sorry" said Abhimata.

Mardiyah. "Don't apologize. I don't think you're guilty. Because it seems ... only you in this family can be nice to me."

Abhimata was still standing, staring at the older half-brother who was now looking down again.

"Abhimana .. Why are you being nice? Don't you feel hurt to hear the fact that your father has a child from another woman?"

Abhimata walked over, and taking a seat right beside Mardiyah, his half-brother bowed deeply. "Be kind is a human thing. Maybe it was my instincts as a human being who was still sane. And that was ... I asked what?"

The sister? inner Mardiyah who felt crowded, happy and seemed to want to cry when she heard Abhimata repeatedly calling her Big Brother.

"Hurt heart? When you found out you had a child with another woman?" Abhimata shook his head slowly. "I'm not hurt, brother. Because I think the wrong things are only worthy of regret by those who do it."

Mardiyah. "What do you mean?"

"Why am I angry? Why am I disappointed? And why should I feel hurt? I don't do that, brother. The guilty, the disappointed and angry should be Papa. Because the one who made the mistake was Papa" continued Abhimata.

Mardiyah nodded. "But you're his son."

"Being a son of Papa doesn't require me to judge his past. But ..." Abhimata paused, his nether looked straight at the sight of Abhimana's motor coming from the west. "Because Papa crossed his line. I as a child seem to have to be a little involved."

Mardiyah looked forward to Abhimata's next speech.

"Even when our family can not be said to be good and likes to do things that are wrong to others. Would it be appropriate to hurt someone who is in our own blood?" Abhimata. "I don't think it's appropriate, brother. I don't want Grandpa and Papa to regret, for hurting his grandson and son for the second time."