Three Years Different

67: Letter of Inscription

After Abhimata came out. Mardiyah slowly tore off the tip of the white envelope and pulled out a piece of paper inside, then opened the two folds of paper, until it appeared that the handwriting really belonged to Lutfan.

"Gue doesn't know, Abhimata is serious or not. If it's serious, maybe this letter is already in your hands, Mar."

One pause in that paper. "Lo's fine, right? I want to listen to you say, if you're all right, Mar. I miss your voice. I can't sleep, always wake up at night."

"Lo promise a minute. But they didn't bring you home. And when you bales this letter. I ask, tell me the details how they can bring you. I'll sue them if it turns out you were persecuted," continued the last letter.

Netra Mardiyah was teary. This is really Lutfan, her husband wrote. So, did Abhimata allow Lutfan to contact him? He could no longer hold back his tears, he immediately lifted a piece of paper and hugged it.

Abhimata .. Inner Mardiyah was directly staring at the door of the room. Then he got up and knocked on the door. "Abhimata! Please call Abhimata!"

Cleks.

Mardiyah retreated. The door opened and Abhimata entered.

"What's wrong?"

"This ..." Mardiyah showed me the letter. "Truly from Lutfan, Abhi. You ... you really--"

"Reply to the letter, brother. I'll give you to Lutfan later," Abhimata said, going straight outside.

The reply letter was finished he wrote. Just waiting for Abhimata to give it to Lutfan. He never thought that Abhimata would actually tell Lutfan about himself. He no longer felt sad, he felt that his happiness would come back.

According to Gautama's orders, he allowed himself to go out around the villa with the young servant.

"You want to make something?"

Mardiyah.

"Miss--"

Mardiyah refuted, "What's your name?"

"Mee-ra, Miss," said Meera.

Mardiyah looked at Meera from top to bottom. Not intended to insult, still if in look around Meera is very young.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen, Miss."

"Just graduated from school?"

Meera shakes. "I quit school, Miss."

Mardiyah simply nodded, without intending to ask any deeper. He had heard that Abhimata and Abhimana were talking about this young servant named Meera. If Abhimata or Abhimana liked her .. would Lady Cecilia agree? his mind immediately broke eye contact with Meera.

"Mirror ..."

"Yes, Miss?"

Mardiyah took a seat in the garden chair. "Sit next to me."

"Ta-but---"

"Sit down."

Meera nodded her head silently taking a seat at the side. "I'm sitting down, Miss."

A few seconds later, Mardiyah said, "You ... have parents?"

"I'm an orphan." Meera. "I live with my sister, Miss."

"Where is your sister then? Why do you work and not go to school?"

Meera fell silent. "Sa .. i---"

"Not to be answered, if you don't want to answer. Because it seems like my question is too personal," refuted Mardiyah who immediately made Meera silent by occasionally looking down to apologize.

He looked up, the sky was increasingly showing the stars are getting brighter night. Both were silent, only a sigh could be heard. Meera may be afraid to say it again. While he just does not want to start a conversation that would otherwise refer to personal things.

"Miss ..."

Mardiyah looked at Meera.

"If ... Miss feels lonely Miss can tell me a-or talk to me anything. Yes .. yes even though I'm not the same age as Miss at least I'm a little younger than other servants who might make Miss a little uncomfortable to talk," meera said with a little stammering.

"Meera, I don't need to explain you can already guess that I'm lonely, right?" Mardiyah. "I don't need to talk to you about anything. I just need to get out of here and meet my husband."

Meera replied, "I'm sorry for my indecency, Miss. Is Mr Gautama not Miss's father? Why is Miss so ... not willing to stay here?"

You realize you are presumptuous, Meera, the inner Mardiyah who immediately looked straight ahead, the breeze felt sweeping her face up to the veil she wore. "He's my Dad. My biological father."

"Dad ... biological?" Meera's forehead shriveled. Then suddenly he came back and immediately he looked down. "Ma-af, Miss."

"No need to apologize."

Meera suddenly got up. "Miss, I made you a warm orange, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

After salat isya. Lutfan was planning to visit the pesantren, when he was about to get out of the gate, there was a man who was like confusion in front of the gate.

"Cak Sur, that person seems to want to find an address," said Lutfan who asked Cak Sur to stop the speed of his car.

Cak Sur permits out and Lutfan looks on from the inside. That person was like handing over something to Cak Sur occasionally throwing smiles at each other. Until the man was alone, riding his motorbike.

Cak Sur in. Lutfan immediately confronted by asking, "Ask the address, Cak?"

"Snap, Mas." Cak Sur turned around, and gave a bag made of thick brown paper to Lutfan. "That's courier Mas. Bringing this parcel to Mas. Cacak didn't know what it was, the courier just said it was from Abhimata."

Abhimata's? inner Lutfan who is still unconscious. After some time of thinking, his net widened, he quickly opened the bag containing the envelope.

Don't-don't this envelope .. a reply from Mardiyah? inner Lutfan who directly tore the tip of the envelope and opened the width of the paper sheet in two. Then look at the handwriting that is very well known.

"Mas Lutfan, it's been to the pesantren."

Lutfan immediately realized. "Y-yes, Miss."

"Lho Lutfan? Dateng came here why not say, son? Can be picked up with your masmu. Who was it with?" ask Aunt Salamah.

Lutfan smiles. "Well, Bi. In the same way Cak Sur. Only Lutfan asked to come down in front of the gate."

"You're looking for Masmu ta?"

"Yes, Bi."

"Oh, your mom just got out." Ummi Salamah paused and pushed into Lutfan's wheelchair. "But not pa-pa, you just wait here, huh? What's in the guest room, son? Let's get some sleep?"

Lutfan remembers wanting to read a letter from Mardiyah. Then he said with a sigh, "In the guest room only, Bi. Lutfan wants to go to the bathroom for a minute."

"Yes already, Auntie interracial."

Entering Aunt Salamah's guest room came straight out. He wanted to go to the boarding school for a while. While he, reopening the bag immediately took a piece of paper that contained Mardiyah's writing there.

"Assynolajet. Answer my greetings first. Just continue reading the letter," wrote Mardiyah at the beginning of the letter.

A happy smile she showed. "Mosur."

"I don't want to tell you the details. I just want to be angry with you now. Wicked you, Lutfan! You can only write that short, you don't seem to worry about me at all. You're evil!"

He laughed spontaneously, wanted to cry too. If Mardiyah who spoke immediately would look adorable, because rarely Mardiyah who was cold whining like this.

"Nearly two weeks we didn't see each other. I want to know about you for two weeks. But you just write that short letter. You don't feel like you lost me, do you? Or what? I'm sprained with you! I want to hit you, Lutfan!"

"What the hell, Mar! Obviously, I think something is missing. Basic ... Lo's mind," he murmured.

There's a pause in the mail. "Want I continue the story about the Queen and her husband? Let all of you be tired of reading my long letter."

Once again he smiled, I read every sentence written by Mardiyah.

"You knew? On the day that Young Master Lind wanted to divorce Her Majesty Queen Vashti, it turned out that an honorary physician Baga Narasimha reported that the Queen was pregnant with the heir to the chrysanthemum throne."

Mardiyah gave a pause. "He was pregnant, Lutfan. She was pregnant with a child from the man she loved. But unfortunately, the man had the heart to ask for a farewell only because of pressure from the people of the Flower Country."

Lutfan was silent. Mardiyah's stories are always based on true stories. Yes ... real. Like that time. Is it possible now Mardiyah? Spontaneous he shook his head. "No way. Anyway ... We just did it once. Not likely. This is impossible."

"Explain to me, Lutfan. If the divorce papers are a lie! You can't divorce me, right? Wicked you, if you sign the lawsuit, just because of pressure from Mr. Manggala. I will never forgive you if what I think is true. I'm really not going to excuse you, Lutfan," the end of Mardiyah's letter.