Three Years Different

70: Possibilities

A week passed, Cecilia had decided to meet Mardiyah the second time. But before that, Cecilia visited Al-Hikmah orphanage where Mardiyah lived, to find out who was the mother of the orphanage who cared for and raised her husband's child. And suddenly .. he thought of something that might save the girl.

After an hour's journey, Cecilia reached the spacious orphanage. From what he heard the owner of this orphanage was a child of religious leaders. People called him Kiai Bashir. He had heard the name mentioned several times by his father-in-law. But I don't know, the goal here is to find out about the orphanage's mother.

"Excuse me." Cecilia approached a man who was quite twilight while sitting on a wooden chair near a security post. "I'd like to ask you, sir."

The man looks smiling. "Ask what, Mom?"

"I want to meet ... Mother of the orphanage, sir. But I was a little confused where it was" explained Cecilia.

The man stood up, with his hands raised to the front. "Mother just follow the road, there will be a parking lot first. Public parking adjacent to male-only parking. You can park there. There will be a lot of orphanage children. God willing's mother will be led to Umm Sarah's office."

"Thank you, sir."

Is correct.

After parking the car. Cecilia was helped directly by a boy who asked her arrival clearly. Now he was in the orphanage's office. People here call the orphanage's mother Umma Sarah. Is he the one who takes care of Tama's child? cecilia's inner self, when she saw a woman who might be her age sitting face to face and throwing a smile.

"I ... am talking to whose Mom?"

"I'm Cecilia."

Sarah's forehead shriveled. His name is almost the same as kayak .. but this is not possible, his mind is directly said. "Well, Cecilia's mother. I'm Sarah. You came here to donate or adopt a child?"

Cecilia was silent for a moment looking at Sarah. "Adopting."

"good. There are several procedures that must be done before adopting a child. But do you want to see your kids first?" ask Sarah.

Cecilia shook her head. "No."

"Do you want to adopt a child without knowing his face?"

"I already know."

Sarah was silent for a moment. "Do you know what you mean?"

"I want to adopt a child named Mardiyah," replied Cecilia immediately who got a surprised view from Sarah. "I want him to be my son."

"In the meantime, you ..." Sarah looked in more detail at the woman in front of her. "You're Mr Manggala's son-in-law?"

Finally he came to his senses, Cecilia's mind immediately nodded. "Yes. I'm Cecilia."

The air supply in Sarah's lungs was drained. For what now the daughter-in-law of the Adiwangsa family approached him? Even the pretext of wanting to adopt Mardiyah is clearly in the grasp of their family. "What do you mean visiting this orphanage? Didn't the money given by Mr Manggala have I returned?"

The money? Papa gave him money? Papa was completely insane, the inner Cecilia who was still staring at Sarah straight. "I don't know about that. But I came here, really to adopt Mardiyah."

"Mardiyah doesn't want to be adopted by anyone." Sarah pause. "Again, Mardiyah was married. He's my daughter-in-law."

"I know he's married."

"Then what do you mean by adopting my daughter-in-law?"

Cecilia said, "Take it .. The instinct of a mother who does not want to see a child is tormented."

Sarah was silent, not responding to anything.

"I know .. Now Mardiyah is within reach of my in-laws and husband. And if only ... you would allow me to adopt Mardiyah." Cecilia. "Maybe he, could be a little free from the grasp of those two people."

True, it could be a way to release Mardiyah from Mr. Gautama and Mr. Manggala. But will Mardiyah agree? Does Lutfan agree? inner Sarah.

Mardiyah asked Meera, a young maid, to buy a test. He was actually not sure about his feelings. But after he checked the calendar again, it turns out he was late for his three-day period. Lately, he is not very appetizing to eat, even though he feels nauseous only in the beginning, but ... maybe, right? He just needs to check for a moment. So that the song goes away, and the test may end up negative.

"Young Miss ... I came in, huh? There's a cctv in the room, Non." Meera gave the house clothes behind which there was a testpek. "I'll pretend to take a shower, Non. So that Mr. Gautama does not suspect."

He was right, the inner Mardiyah immediately nodded and entered first.

"Miss please. I'm waiting at this door."

Meera turned around, looking at her Young Miss sitting in a toilet sitting with urine down not forgetting the test that had been placed there. "The guide was written waiting for about two to five minutes, Miss."

"Then we wait."

Meera said it would be more accurate in the morning. Hopefully the results are negative, Mardiyah mind who was silent looking at the testpek.

Meera briefly peered at the bathroom, to see the wall clock. He said it was more than five minutes, eight minutes to be exact. Then slowly Mardiyah took the test, and when she returned. The net is widened, this is all impossible, two blue lines there. Mardiyah spontaneously took another brand test two red lines there. He shook his head in disbelief, he stared straight, pulling two tests that Meera took.

Positive all? No way, Mardiyah.

"Young Miss, congratulations ... you are pregnant," Meera said with a surprised but also happy expression, until a big smile was not lost from the chubby.

Should we be welcomed happily? Lutfan alone is not here, her husband ... The man, would it be nice to hear this news? To be honest until this second, she wasn't really ready to be a mother. Yes, a mother who bestows all her affection on the child. Himself alone, do not know the figure of a real mother. Maybe she can be a good mother like Umm Sarah. But ... doubt in the heart can not make him understand that being a mother is not just giving birth and raising children.

"Young Miss! Young Miss!"

Mardiyah. "Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm good." Mardiyah gave up all the results of the tests on Meera by being given a black plastic bag. "Burn, throw. Or do anything so that no one knows but you, Meera."

"Well, Miss. Excuse me."

Mardiyah nodded.

"Lutfan .. I'm pregnant."

That moment also tears came. Mardiyah lowered her head in her hand touching gently on her queen's belly. This feeling made him worry. Whether happy or sad, it is difficult to control yourself. If now he was in an orphanage, maybe Umma would be the happiest person to welcome this news.

But in fact it is far away. He was not near Umma or Lutfan. And her husband, there will be no more reason to accept this divorce. Manggala has no right to separate it from Lutfan. So the presence of this fetus .. what is a clue? Will he be back soon with Lutfan?

Slowly his hand palpated up, he touched his slightly claustrophobic chest. Before I actually get out of this villa ... Mr. Manggala or Mr. Gautama. Can not know the existence of this child, the inner Mardiyah who occasionally throw and take a breath.

Cleks.

The door to his room suddenly opened. Mardiyah quickly rubbed her eyes, from behind came footsteps approaching.

"Nope ..."

Mr. Gautama, Inner Mardiyah.

Gautama was in front of him. But he looked down, until his eyes looked at his feet. "I'll eat. You don't have to tell me anymore."

"Papa's coming here, don't want to say that, son." Gautama paused by sighing. "Papa wants you .. sign the divorce papers immediately."

Spontan Mardiyah looked up. "How many times have I said I don't want to sign and I will never get divorced from Lutfan!"

"Papa knows." Gautama took a seat right next to Mardiyah. "But the man you defended. Choosing to sign a divorce lawsuit. It's not all because of Grandpa's pressure. All done consciously by Lutfan, son."

Not likely. If it is. There must be a reason, the inner Mardiyah who always prejudiced Lutfan.

"Papa also wants to ask about your situation." Gautama looked at the child from the side. "Why don't you want to tell the Doctor the date of your last period and have sex with Lutfan?"

Deg.

"What's your business?"

"Why do you want to know what it can't be?"

Mardiyah. "Of course you can't. It was a private realm in my household with Lutfan."

"Son, he's already scat---"

Mardiyah refuted, "As long as the word talaq has not been heard in my ears. I can't believe Lutfan divorced me. So now ... please get out. I don't want to be disturbed."