Three Years Different

68: Cecilia Maharani Adiwangsa

Two days passed ...

Please forgive me, Mar. Because what you see is real. I signed the lawsuit. But by Allah, I have absolutely no intention of divoriin lo, until whenever lo tetep my wife, Mar, inner Lutfan who folds back letters from Mardiyah. Then, he looked up at the ceiling of the room, occasionally sighing.

For the tenth time, he read the letter two days ago written by Mardiyah. His longing for his wife could not be stifled anymore. It had even become many times over filling his chest, this letter was a little help. But after reading the contents of the letter so make him think that Mardiyah does not seem okay. His wife did not want to tell him all the details of what happened. But chose to scold him and tell stories.

The kling!

The string in the pocket of his left side pants rang, entering a notification from several people.

Aldo

Lut, I sent the sales data today

Mas Jafar

Have you eaten?

@abhimanaadiwangsa

(send picture)

Lutfan frowned when he saw that Abhimana sent him a picture on Instagram. His first choice was to open a message from Abhimana.

@abhimanaadiwangsa

The waiter in this villa is very nice.

She became more beautiful, it feels lazy backin him to the songong kayak lo.

The photo was not really immediately able to understand Lutfan. But after reading the sentence sent by Abhimana, he immediately understood, that the woman in the photo from behind was his wife, Lunara Mardiyah.

"Hair he's a bit depressing," he muttered constantly looking at Mardiyah's mane. Anjir ... God, she is beautiful from the side. Where the photo shoot fits. Akhs! Abhimana shit! his mind that directly typed in reply.

^^^Close your eyes!^^^

^^^Inget she's my wife!^^^

@abhimanaadiwangsa

He's my brother!

^^^Sadar lo, ngakuin Mardiyah Kakar.^^^

^^^What did you do to make him cry, huh?^^^

Instagram chat sent, but never get a reply. When Lutfan clicks Abhimana username is empty. Crazy I'm blocked? Damn him! his mind that suddenly urgency throw his car at the side of the bed and occasionally his hands hit the pillow.

"The ant! No self-awareness that song is him!"

"Abhimana .. are you here?"

Abhimana put on a face. "Why can't you? My family's villas!"

Mardiyah was silent, already several times she tried to speak softly. But it seems like Abhimana never liked him. After helping Meera cook in the inner kitchen, she quickly opted out. Because this kitchen is getting hot, maybe because the aura of Abhimana who does not like it.

"Lo!"

Hearing Abhimana say, spontaneous Mardiyah stopped. "You call me?"

"No. I need to be served." Abhimata pointed at Meera who was bowing. "Died the waiter. I want to go to Masakin."

Mardiyah looked at Meera for a moment. Then passed away leaving Meera in the kitchen with Abhimana. He walked alone to the news midway he met Aunt Amah, the butler, who immediately drove him to the room. When it had arrived Bi Amah did not come out immediately but sat looking at him.

"Why are you addressing me?"

Bi Amah looked at me with a smile. "This young lady is beautiful, very similar to the first Madam."

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. "Mrs first?"

Bi Amah looked surprised, she suddenly lowered her head. "Sorry, Young Miss. I speak the origin. Don't you need anything?"

"No." Mardiyah looked towards the window. "Leave me alone."

Two days have passed. But Abhimata did not give a reply from Lutfan. Is it possible that Gautama and Manggala knew about it? He nodded, impossible. Or it could be that Abhimata is busy, because lately the only ones who come to the villa are Abhimana.

What does Bi Amah mean? First Madam? My mammy? his inner self was in disbelief that his mother, Zanitha, was called Madam because there was no marriage between her mother and Gautama.

Cleks.

The door is back open. But Mardiyah did not stare at all, for she knew, that the incoming might be the servant or otherwise Manggala and Gautama. So what did he see for?

"Sir ..."

Abhimata's? spontaneous Mardiyah looked. But that second also widened his net, the smile he showed Abhimata faded away in an instant. A woman stood right beside her Little Brother expressionlessly. Even impressed staring flat at him.

Deg.

Miss Cecilia? his mind with a falling that skipped a beat. It seemed he could not believe that the one now standing before him and approaching was Cecilia Maharani Adiwangsa.

"hoods. Mama asked for a veil, Abhimata," said Cecilia who had been given a veil in her hand by Abhimata. Then his hand was raised, using the veil on Mardiyah, and when it was neatly attached. Cecilia said, "Harsa Jayantaka Staff. I right?"

Mardiyah swallowed her saliva.

"Answer. You're not mute, are you?"

Abhimata suddenly said, "Ma .. don't kayak gi--"

"Get out of you, Abhimata." Cecilia's gaze turned to look at her son. "Mama needs to talk to your father's daughter."

"I'm not ma---"

"You think Mama's gonna molest him?"

Abhimata sighed softly. "Mama couldn't have done that. I'm out, please talk to her, Ma."

Mardiyah spontaneously lowered her head, when Abhimata had come out and Cecilia's gaze turned to her again.

"Even my son has called you Brother." Cecilia got up from her seat, turned around to step closer to the window. "So you're my husband's son with his secretary?"

Mardiyah is still tight-lipped.

"I think it's .. just gossip. But over the years of my marriage to Gautama, the news that initially gossip became real." Cecilia smiled bitterly. "If you say disappointed. As a wife, you know I am disappointed. But ... What else do you want? Everything has happened, and you live in this world."

Mardiyah's hands began to get wet, she was sweating in a cold room, because she honestly couldn't hurt anyone anymore.

"You happy?" Cecilia looked at Mardiyah who was looking down. "The answer is my question."

"I'm sorry, Mrs Cecilia."

"Who told you to apologize?" Cecilia walked up to the bed again. "And what was it ... The madam? You call me that name? Since when do the descendants of Adiwangsa call others by the name of Madam? You're not a waitress, and stop looking down."

Mardiyah looked up, her netting right at Cecilia. "What's wrong .. I call you Mistress? That call is a sign of my honor to you."

"What's your name?"

"Mardi."

"Have married?"

"It."

Cecilia's gaze on Mardiyah suddenly turned sour. "So ..my in-laws and my husband brought you here?"

"No need for me to answer, Madam already knows."

Cecilia nodded. "Why did you approve that DNA test? If you're unhappy, when you know that Gautama is your father."

"I'm happy." Mardiyah cut off her eye contact with Cecilia. "But I became unhappy, knowing that I was not a child born of marriage."

For a moment Cecilia fell silent.

"You knew? Gumira once said that Gautama had a woman he loved. And it turns out .. You're the daughter of that woman." Cecilia sighed softly, her eyes staring at the sleeping lights. "It is not wrong if Gautama is infatuated with his secretary. Because the child from her relationship with her secretary actually produces a girl as beautiful as you. And if I ask Gumira, she will answer, that you are very similar to the secretary."

Mardiyah did not know what to talk about.

"Mardiyah .. explain to me. Why can't your father open his heart to me?" Netra Cecilia glazed. "If I compare your mother to me. Of course I am superior to everything. But why does your father's heart still belong to your mother? I am ... his wife."

Astaghfirullah, the inner Mardiyah with her hands clutching her nightgown tightly. The veil that Cecilia used on him has not yet been removed is still used.

"I wouldn't blame your mother. Since it was his luck, it could be loved by Gautama." Cecilia was facing left, her hands wiping away the dripping tears. "You were born in this world without marriage, but I am sure you are in this world because of love, because of the demands."

"Gautama never opened his heart to anyone. Besides, Zanitha," added Cecilia.

Netra Mardiyah suddenly heated up, she realized the voice of her father's wife sounded like crying. Look Abhimata, I hurt your mother. I made your mother cry, her mind firmly gripping her clothes. "I'm sorry, Madam."

"If Zanitha is still alive. If you are asked to choose. Are you gonna ask your dad to reunite with your mom?"

"Mrs, I-I-"

"The answer is my question."

Mardiyah. "If my mother were still alive, she would never have married Mr. Gautama. Because the Madam should have realized, that no woman wants to marry a man who has defiantly desecrated her."

"Then what about you?"

Mardiyah looked down, rubbed her nose. "End in the orphanage, I don't matter."

Cecilia remained silent.

"I just don't want to ruin other people's happiness." Mardiyah. "Please forgive me, Madam. Because I'm presumptuous to enter your happy life."

"And what Rajendra said was right, I should have just died with Mom" continued Mardiyah with tears that dripped.