Three Years Different
62: The Desire to Escape
"Why did you sign the divorce suit, son?"
Lutfan was silent without any intention of answering his Ummanya's question, he turned the wheel, until his wheelchair walked into the room. Then close it tightly. When he turned around, his nether looked at this room, which had changed into a large bed. His promise was kept, so that Mardiyah could sleep comfortably.
But what is this all for? Mardiyah is not here, every day she sleeps alone accompanied by her crying that never subsides. Because until now Mardiyah was not preaching, Aldo had helped as much as he could, he could not force. And two weeks passed he searched the villa with a screenshot of the story made Abhimana. Green trees lined up, garden chairs, garden lights and grass below cannot make people know where the villa is.
"Therefore ...the only way to meet my wife, Umma," muttered Lutfan.
In court we'll meet, Mar. According to the law maybe I agree with the lawsuit, but until anytime I will not say the word talak to you, and at that very second, I will that you go home, you go home, inner Lutfan who looks at every corner of this room, which feels foreign in the absence of Mardiyah.
How can someone ask themselves to stop crying? He had to live so far away from Lutfan and Umma Sarah. Not to mention the divorce papers that have been signed by Lutfan. Mardiyah thought this was impossible, Lutfan couldn't possibly divorce her.
The Almighty has been the witness that Lutfan will be with him until death is separated. All his responsibilities are held by Lutfan, all rights to him belong to Lutfan. She never allowed a single person to separate herself from her husband. Whether it's Manggala, Gautama. He was convinced that he would be free soon.
If money is everything. Above that there is still God. Mardiyah believes the prayers of those who love her will soon be revealed. His request to Gautama was no joke. He wanted to meet Lutfan, but not once. Instead he wants to meet Lutfan next, and be together forever.
The waiters this afternoon put on a long sleeping dress, with three-quarters sleeves. It is not too close, but it can be used to escape. After the prayer isya he will launch the action, there are blankets and there is a tablecloth that one of them can make a veil.
"Young Miss Mahika. These are foods and vitamins that you should consume" explained Bi Amah.
After completely making sure the waiter came out. He quickly devoured the food, to increase the energy of escape. Soon entering the time of Isya, the mukena was prepared by Bi Amah even the prayer was always awaited by him. Mardiyah really can't move.
Geck. Geck. Geck.
The door slowly opened. Already he made sure it was Bi Amah who delivered the mukena.
"Non, it happens that Bibi has finished the obstacle so that Bibi is the same as Non can worship" said Bi Amah.
Mardiyah nodded. Fortunately just a week ago the infusion was released, if not possible he will not be able to escape.
"You want tayamum or wudu, Non?"
"Wildu."
"Please, Non. Auntie wait here."
Mardiyah has finished wudu. Until both of them perform the prayer isya four rakaat, which is imamed by Bi Amah. About eighteen minutes passed, the prayer was over, Bi Amah seemed to have prayed.
"Yes." Yeah."
His action was resigned at nine o'clock at night, where the last time the waiter entered to deliver herbal tea, Mardiyah prepared to take a tablecloth that was filled by jars. He did not wear it, but walked to the bathroom and tried it there.
"Lumayan. Don't have to use a needle."
His hands confirmed his visible hair child. "If I tie my hair tightly, it may not look like my hair even though I don't wear snails."
"Okay."
Mardiyah took and exhaled. He removed the tablecloth from his head and hid it in his clothes. Because there is a cctv in this room will obviously create baseless suspicions. "If the window cannot be opened. I'm gonna break up, and run away as fast as I can."
Geck. Geck. Geck.
The sound made Mardiyah a little surprised and quickly opened the bathroom door.
"Yes?"
"I think Miss why because there was no sound alone earlier."
Mardiyah looked at the young maid. "What's wrong?"
"I sent herbal tea, Miss."
Mardiyah nodded, and her eyes looked at the direction of the clock. Seen at half-nine at night, not exactly nine, why first in between? "Where is Amah?"
"She slept, Miss. He did not feel well after the prayer," explained the young servant.
Mardiyah nodded. "You can get out."
After more than an hour he waited and he began to launch the action, by approaching the window which turned out to be really no gap, he said, then armed with a dresser chair he threw it on the big glass window.
Byarrr.
Successfully, the inner Mardiyah who quickly came out through the shards by starting to put up her veil. Looking at the left right so many trees, a cold air swept over the skin of his hand. Where should he run?
