Three Years Different

77: I'm Kangen

Until two in the morning, Lutfan still did not close his eyes. Aldo, Abhimana and Abhimata had fallen asleep on each couch. While he was still in a wheelchair, he slowly pushed the wheels, wanting to approach Mardiyah again. To be honest he still misses, he doesn't want to sleep, he wants to stay awake. Because he was afraid when he woke up Mardiyah was no longer near him.

I'm afraid, Mar, inner Lutfan.

When he was near Mardiyah, his hand was raised, gently touching the wife's cheek. He really did not expect God's determination in his life. Having a wife like Mardiyah was a dream of his. Or rather, protecting Mardiyah by becoming a mahram for her was a dream. Even with the unexpected paralysis of her legs, Mardiyah was still willing to accept. He believed that it was not just to return the favor.

"Egh."

She awake? I'm bothering him? inner Lutfan stopped his hand.

The beautiful Netra with its long and pliable eyelashes was open. "Lutfan .. You haven't slept? Wh why? Need anything?"

Lutfan smiled faintly and shook his head. "I can't sleep."

Mardiyah changed her position to sit down and took a glass glass filled with mineral water, then looked at it little by little. Then he saw Lutfan. "Want a drink?"

"No."

"You what? Let me take it."

Lutfan. "Want nothing. I just want to see you."

"Do you want a hug?"

Lutfan nodded again.

"Aren't you?"

Lutfan bowed, his hand moving to take Mardiyah's hand. "Truly, really want to. But you're still sick. I'm afraid I'll hug him too tightly, he'll get sick again."

"Then the solution, don't tightly hug---"

Lutfan refuted, "Can't. I want to hug you tight."

Mardiyah lowered her head and smiled faintly.

"If smile. Why use nduk all?"

Mardiyah looked up again at Lutfan. "No pa-pa."

Mardiyah's hand still felt the same, soft and warm. If there were no Aldo, Abhimana, and Abhimata, he might be able to talk about anything. Even if everyone is asleep, they have no ears.

"Hm?"

"Gue kangen," said Lutfan softly by kissing the back of Mardiyah's hand. "A month there ... you're not in anything, right?"

Mardiyah. If he said no, he would lie more and more to Lutfan. In fact, Manggala and Gautama sometimes treat him badly. And the end of it all was last night. He had to sincerely lose a child, because Manggala pushed him too hard until he fell on the sofa and hit his back.

"Mar?"

Mardiyah. "I look fine, don't I?"

"No." Lutfan. "Lo doesn't look all right."

Mardiyah's hand was released from Lutfan's hand, so she could freely pass every face of Lutfan, ranging from, eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks and ends on the lips. Mardiyah's gaze focused on her husband's lips that looked slightly pale. "You're a little pale. Are you sick? A fever?"

Lutfan nodded.

"Really feverish?"

"No." Lutfan was stunned to enjoy a touch of Mardiyah on his face. "My heart hurts, Mar. So ill. I ask you to be sincere but in fact .. I keep thinking. I feel .. I am useless as a husband, I cannot take care of you. Should have been at that time, I firmly asked you not to come to Lazuardi hotel with Mr. Manggala. Surely everything will not be like gini .. you certainly will not lose your child, you will certainly be happy, you certainly ..."

Lutfan was silent and lowered his head, unable to continue his speech just holding back the crying sound with tears in his eyes. While Mardiyah still did not release her hand which this time spread to Lutfan's right cheek. Don't know what else to say. For the sorrow of this loss belongs together. Lutfan is Dad, and she is the mother of the fetus.

"I want to hug you .. but it's hard." Mardiyah's hand turned on Lutfan's nape. "Don't talk like that. If you're useless .. where might I be your husband, Lutfan."

Lutfan rubbed his two teary cheeks. Then he looked up at Mardiyah. "Gue sleeping here isn't pa-pa?"

"Sitting down?"

Lutfan nodded.

"Let your back hurt."

Lutfan.

"Sleep on the couch."

Lutfan nodded, again. "It's here, same lo. No pa-pa, right?"

Mardiyah sighed softly. "Yes already."