Three Years Different

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Around twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Mardiyah heard the door of her room open, and as she looked up Cecilia came, walking upright near her bed. Thirty-eight-year-old woman looks fit and still beautiful, maybe the genes and facial treatments are lived really expensive.

Even from the looks of it looks very elegant. Black dress, heels to matching bags in red. She was truly beautiful, the inner Mardiyah who still kept looking at every step of Cecilia. His black mane as far as he could, too, swayed, as he approached.

"It's been almost a week. You look fine. Even ..." Cecilia stared at the handcuffs still hooked at the pull of the drawer. "Gautama doesn't tie you anymore."

Mardiyah did not respond, just stared.

"Eat already?" Cecilia circulated her gaze when her question was not answered. Until his eyes looked at the gray table located close to the door, there was an empty plate and a glass there. "Ah .. has turned out."

Cecilia's views returned to Mardiyah. He got closer, then took a seat on the lip of the bed. "Wind guessing. Where did I just go?"

"How can I know, madam?" mardiyah replied who finally spoke. Suddenly Cecilia showed me a medium book, there very clearly written Al-Hikmah. His forehead shriveled. "Miss just got ... to the orphanage?"

Cecilia nodded slowly.

"Unfortunately, I didn't get to meet your husband." Cecilia's memory soared, where this morning the road to the surrounding orphanage was rice fields, as well as villages. "Can you live in an environment like that?"

"A neighborhood like that?" remanufactured Mardiyah.

Cecilia nodded.

"Not dirty. It's just a little far from the city. People like you who work with Harsa, it must be very difficult to adapt to the air and its people" explained Cecilia.

Mardiyah.

Cecilia looked up, looking at Mardiyah who was staring straight. "If you don't mind, as a woman. I want to hear, how is your life without a mother?"

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. Then he looked down and replied, "Not really bad."

"But ..." Cecilia paused by still addressing Mardiyah. "It hurts, doesn't it?"

"If I say no. That means I'm lying." Mardiyah sighed. "Obviously it hurts, Madam."

Cecilia's hands were raised, about to rub the tops of Mardiyah's head. But when he felt there was movement, just spontaneous, he paled. "You hear the fairy tale? From ... You're connecting with this?"

A fairy-tale? I-mother connect? Mrs Cecilia .. You are really-inner Mardiyah restrained.

"No, yeah?"

Spontaneous Mardiyah said, "Ma-mau."

Fifteen seconds, Cecilia was silent. Finally he began to say, "Hundreds of years ago. Born a beautiful Princess, intelligent, and virtuous. Rumors were heard from all over the Kingdom saying that everyone loved him. All the. Good luck always covers his life. But man, still man. No one lives perfectly."

Cecilia. "Want to know? What imperfections does the Princess not have?"

"What?"

"Much."

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. Bizarrely. Isn't the Princess loved by everyone. But ... imperfections in his life turned out to be many? Shouldn't the Princess be .. happy? it was her mind that was watching Cecilia from the side.

"The Princess has everything, loved by so many people. However, he feels imperfect because his life feels arranged, everything he does must be at the will of his Father and Mother. She should always look beautiful, should not waste time on useless things. And the most painful ..." Cecilia looked at Mardiyah inside. "He must not give his heart to an ordinary man. He must marry a Crown Prince. Even ordinary princes can't melt the hearts of the Princess' parents."

Does the Princess not love ordinary men? inner Mardiyah.

"To reach old age, Crown Prince, as her husband. Can't love the Princess." Cecilia. "The rumors that people are saying are just words. For the Crown Prince proved that he could not love the Princess. Even the Crown Prince's gentle demeanor was just to appreciate it, the rest of the Crown Prince's heart belonged to someone else."

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "What ... The Princess has someone she loves?"

"There's."

"Who?"

Cecilia broke off her eye contact. "The brother of the Crown Prince."

Mardiyah.

"Years pass. Until someone came from another Kingdom, reported that there was a beautiful girl, who turned out to be the Crown Prince's son with the woman he loved. Not concubines. She's the woman who reigns in the Crown Prince's heart without marriage." Cecilia sighed. "That girl. Crown Prince's son, looks ... very good."

Is he ... telling himself? inner Mardiyah.

"Mr Princess can't hate. The princess wanted to love the girl as a child. But it seems .. the girl doesn't want." For a moment Cecilia lowered her head with a bitter smile. "It seems to ... The Crown Prince thought that the Princess would kill the girl."

"Mrs---"

Cecilia refuted, "Connected. If there is more time. I'll tell you the continuation."

Mardiyah.

"Mardiyah .. if you, once only given life as the Princess. Do you want to?"

Mardiyah nodded slowly.

"Why? Everyone loves him. Maybe ... only one person doesn't love her. That's ..." Cecilia look. "It doesn't matter, does it?"

Mardiyah replied, "It is precisely in my opinion .. The problem is there, Madam."

"Where? Doesn't .. her lover, the younger brother of the Crown Prince loves the Princess?" Cecilia. "That which does not love the Princess is only the Crown Prince."

Mardiyah nodded small. "The exact location of the pain that the Princess tried to avoid was the love that her husband did not give."

"If a woman is married, even marriage is a demand. A wife deserves the love of her husband" Mardiyah added.

Cecilia smiled blankly. "Then what ... do you think? That girl, the son of the Crown Prince hates the Princess?"

Mardiyah. "There is no right of a child to hate the wife of his father. If his father's wife is good, why create hatred, ma'am? The only one who should hate is the Princess. Because the child .. was present in the middle of the household of the Princess and the Crown Prince."

Cecilia nodded. "Hopefully ..the girl did not hate the Princess. Or if it could be that girl .. accept the Princess as Mother."

Mardiyah looked at Cecilia who got up from her seat.

"I'm sorry" said Cecilia.

I ... absolutely do not hate, Madam. I ... feel you are a very good Mother, Inner Mardiyah.

Lutfan just got back from the outlet. When he got news from his age that Cecilia Maharani Adiwangsa approached the orphanage. Without a second thought, he went straight home, he was sure there was something important he did not talk to on the phone.

"Mother Cecilia, wants to adopt Mardiyah, son," said Umma Sarah.

"Adoption, Umma?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Lutfan. "Nothing use the event adoption Mardiyah all. No! Mardiyah already has Umma what is in the adoption of everything? Also later. That must be a plan so that Mardiyah is not at home Umma!"

Umma Sarah was silent for a moment. "Wrong, Son."

"Wrong what? Bener. They deliberately, took custody of Mardiyah. They must--"

"Lutfan," argued Umm Sarah. "That's just Cecilia's mother here. And from what Umma saw .. he did want to help Mardiyah. He's not trying to take advantage, son."

"Umma knows where people's intentions come from? No one knows if for example Bu Cecilia's intentions are bad" explained Lutfan.

"You can't be prejudiced against someone else, son." Umm Sarah looked at her downcast child, Lutfan's hand was seen clutching her wheelchair firmly on the left and right. "Mom Cecilia could win trying to help, son."

"Lied, Umma! Lied!" Lutfan suddenly shouted. "Umma knows that? I'm tired, Umma! Tired! Almost a month they were that Mardiyah. Abhimana also cannot be expected Umma! Can't! So, how do I do Umma? ... Mardiyah is my wife, Umma. My wife's. But maybe they brought Mardiyah as if Mardiyah was not married! Even though Mardiyah is not married, they do not have the right to carry Mardiyah!"

Umma Sarah's reflex stood up, approaching her only child who was bowed in. Oh, my God, son. Maafin Umma, his mind that immediately embraced the child from the side. "Istighfar, Son. There's Umma, there's Grandpa, there's Mas Jafar to help you. God willing, we can take Mardiyah home. Umma ask not to believe it, son. Umma beg for."

Lutfan's breath was wheezing, his grip on the wheelchair did not relax at all. "I'm going crazy, Umma ..."

"No. Istighfar, Son. Istighfar. Capek, right? Come, rest. Umma accompany you to sleep, son." Gently rub Umma Sarah on Lutfan's back. "In the room, huh?"

Lutfan shook his head, the grip on the wheelchair slowly loosening. He took and exhaled several times. "Umma .. I'm the same ... Mardiyah, I've done it. If now Umma asks me ... how do I feel about going to Mardiyah? I'll be honest, Umma."

Umma don't need to know anymore. Umma knows how you feel about Mardiyah, son, inner Umm Sarah who started pushing the child's wheelchair. "Udah, yes. Umma accompany you to sleep, son."

Lutfan is really sleeping. Until three in the afternoon he opened his eyes, feeling a little heavy. Instantly, he realized that his fingers had been crying until he fell asleep.

He changed his sitting position sideways staring around this room that felt lonely. Usually, when he woke up, greeted by Mardiyah who had somehow finished bathing, who had somehow prepared food, who had somehow been waiting for him to wake up by sitting on the sofa.

"Mar .. you're fine, right?"

The kling!

His straw beside the bed rang, as Lutfan took the name Aldo there. Maybe discussing the work, the mind that wants to put the device back. But suddenly a ringing tone rang out loud in his ears. Incoming call from Aldo.

"Hello, Lut! Assalamualaikum."

Lutfan replied softly, "Waalaikumussalam."

"Gue got the address!"

Lutfan still didn't understand Aldo's intentions. "What address?"

"Vila's."

Lutfan still doesn't understand. "Who's villa?"

"Lo's wife's place in brackets. I found the address, Lut!"

Lutfan was expressionless, just silent looking straight. Maybe it's true, maybe it's wrong. And it could be, Mr. Manggala took Mardiyah to another place. He didn't want to expect more.

"Well!"

"Yes?"

"Anjir lo kok daydreaming anyway? Think what the hell? Let's go over there! I otw, maybe I got there out of magrib," said Aldo. "Lo get ready."

"Do, no need. I-i-"

"Lo blush? What the hell lo, Lut?! Don't you appreciate me helping you, huh?" Aldo sounded annoyed. "Not much of a bacot. Change shirt. I'll pick you up!"

"Yes." Yeah."