Three Years Different

72: Something Valuable

Aldo kept his promise. Bakda magrib just after Lutfan came home from the mosque he saw Aldo's car entering the orphanage. He could only stare by sitting in a wheelchair looking straight. Not giving up, he was tired. Somehow if when he approached the villa, and there was not found the presence of Mardiyah. Maybe ... he'll go crazy. His feelings can no longer be controlled. Indeed if not for the paralysis of his legs, he could find Mardiyah in his own way, without inconveniencing others.

Facing Gautama and Manggala may be possible if his legs are useful. The people who claim to be family, will not be this relieved. Mardiyah is his wife. He could not live without Umma. But if also without Mardiyah, he may be lost direction.

"Is he ready?" asked Aldo who was standing in front of him.

"Hm."

Aldo looked at his best friend. "Not very funny lo nyerah kayak gini, Lut. Even if you're in the same soul mate that girl. I look around .. your feelings to him are not just pdkt-anja. I've known him for a long time."

I forgot the story. If Mardiyah is my adoptive brother, Lutfan's mind looks up at Aldo. "More feelings between husband and wife are natural, Do."

"Yes. I-I know. It's even better if you're equally in love." Aldo paused, taking a seat on a wooden chair beside Lutfan. "Lut .. I don't know what Om Tama said to you. But I know, it must have hurt a lot. Not to mention, they demand you divorce from your wife. But again I want to take it, if your life is still useful. Do not think, because you are paralyzed you can not live your wife. The evidence can, right? You have employees everywhere. You also still need to go around the outlet. You can do everything. You're still useful. Your wife will never consider her husband useless. I guarantee that."

Lutfan.

"And again, Lut. Girls let alone like your wife yes despite her size in the orphanage near the countryside, do not deny her work in the city, not to mention in the view of men, your wife is perfect." Aldo. "He can resist this match. He could have escaped the orphanage. But he didn't actually admit it, did he? He stays, accepts matchmaking, and even marries the same lo."

He's gotta. Because Umma is sure, inner Lutfan.

"If you return the favor. No way, Lut. Marriage can't be a joke. Not to mention that the girl is a creature that tends to use the heart. Lo shadowin, if he accepts marriage without love. Her life is bland, she lives just as you are a nurse, and not to mention. When you invite him to make love I am sure .. he will not refuse because the girl you marry knows about an obligation. But ..." Aldo looked at Lutfan from the side who was still silent looking straight. "Once again, I want to be nekenin. If this girl tends to wear the heart. He might be able to admit it the same way. But on condition, he did not want to bear the results of the act."

"You mean?" asked Lutfan who finally spoke.

"If only to return the favor. She's not gonna get pregnant, Lut. He won't want to have anything valuable, that's your relationship." Aldo. "Lost you think about it. As long as you live with your wife. Did she ever ... take any pregnancy-preventing medication? Or if you're the same he's using safety?"

In the letter. Last she was a fairy tale about pregnancy but .. is it possible? Notwithstanding. It was just his writing. There was no way she was pregnant, Lutfan's mind looked straight at Aldo. "Lo said, we're going to the villa. Let's go now."

Manggala will never want to apply this harshly to its descendants. But if it can not be told through speech, everything else he will follow, in his own way. The coercion that was slightly inclined towards violence could be carried out, regardless that Mahika was his granddaughter.

As now, his grandson was completely unwilling to sign the original divorce papers he had prepared. Truly he did not want to linger, his grandson had to immediately part with the paralyzed man.

"I don't want to."

Manggala. "Mahika, you want Grandpa to be rude?"

"I've already spoken that I refuse. And Lutfan. My husband." Mardiyah stared intently at Manggala. "Never intend to get divorced from me!"

"Then you think, Grandpa faked the lame man's sign?"

Mardiyah.

"Hurry, sign!"

"Detachable. I said take my leave, Mr. Manggala!"

Manggala pushed Mardiyah firmly onto the sofa, until her grandson fell down close while holding his stomach.

"Akh!" This shake is too loud. Mardiyah's stomach was very painful, she grabbed her stomach by sighing a few times. "You're outrageous."

"Grandfather has spoken in as gentle a way as possible but you are defiant." Manggala looked at his grandson. "You think Grandpa can be as patient as Bashir? No, Son. Grandpa simply cannot wait to face a stubborn person like you!"

Gautama could only stare at his adopted son like that.

My stomach .. sa-sick, the inner Mardiyah who lowered her head deeply, still holding her stomach. "Until any time ... I won't sign that divorce suit!"

Manggala looked flat. "In that case, Grandpa will force you."

"Mr ..." Gautama touched the hand of the father. "Let me. Papa sits. I can persuade him."

Manggala. "No, he can't be persuaded, Tama. He's got to use violence first he can shut up."

"Pa .. but he's my son. Can you push him like that?" Gautama changed his position in front of his father. "He's my son, Pa. He's an Adiwangsa. In the blood he also flowed Papa's blood. Why is Papa so bad?"

Manggala replied, "Papa is not evil. Papa just doesn't like stubborn people."

For a moment Gautama lowered his head, sighing softly. "Pa .. once, find him with Kiai Bashir's grandson. So he knows that the sign is real."

"Akh." Mardiyah's stomach is getting sicker. He could not control his voice and the grip of his hand on the sofa. Until when he straightened his legs, he felt something wet in his area. Oh Allah ... no. They must not know, the inner Mardiyah with all her might held back.

"Young Miss!"

Mardiyah spontaneously looked up. Manggala and Gautama were staring at a servant who was running towards Mardiyah.

"Young Miss, you're bleeding" said Meera, who immediately insisted.

Gautama reflex approached, looking at the child's knee-length slumber dress in white, slightly seeping blood beside her.

"Son, you ..." Gautama reflex to ride Mardiyah. But it was held by Manggala. "Pa, please .. she's bleeding a lot."

"There's a doctor here. It doesn't take you that he's going to the hospital. Maybe he was just menstruating" said Manggala.

Meera suddenly replied, "No, Big Master. Young Miss ... is pregnant."

Mardiyah shook her head slowly, her net shed tears as she looked at the young maid. No, Meera .. lest they know. Please ... You promised, the mind is already in Gautama's arms.