Three Years Different

78: Men's Point of View

"Lo's sleeping too."

Mardiyah threw herself down again.

"Do you want a fairy tale?"

Lutfan shook his head, and laid his head on Mardiyah's bed, not forgetting his hands clasped each other. "Replacement. I once told you. Want to hear it?"

"You."

"Gue's been telling this story in my brain for over a month. The plan is, I want to go to Elo." Lutfan paused, his hand took off for a moment to wipe the remains of tears on his cheek. Then again grasped and said, "Gue love title ... The Heart of the Swordsman."

"So the male point of view, huh?"

"Yes that. Sometimes you hear stories that point of view guys. Don't keep girls," said Lutfan.

"Then try to start. I want to hear."

Lutfan started telling stories. "The separation from childhood with his parents made Pendekar Moshe feel that life is very unfair. In retrospect, the justice of life was established before man himself was born. Of all the eyes and minds of men, justice cannot be of equal value."

Mardiyah still did not understand what story line Lutfan would propose. But he still hears.

"As was the case in the view of the Swordsman Moshe. The farewell was unfair. After years of separation, he returned to the place he named home. When returning is not happy nor is it a welcoming pleasure. Rather than the sorrow of the nestapa who gnawed at life on the fact of the death of the Father."

I like the way he tells stories, Inner Mardiyah.

Lutfan played Mardiyah's fingers and resumed his speech. "But as a man and also as a warrior. Crying is something that will look strange. So he chose to look fine. Burying the Father, he did not shed any tears. His face was flat, but his heart was torn to shreds."

"He believes that loss is certain. But justice is never balanced for him."

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. "So, the Swordsman Moshe thinks that things in this world are not at all fair to his life?"

Lutfan nodded. "Gue makanu."

"Please."

"His life goes on. Up to the point, he felt a great tremor in the heart, reserved for a girl."

In love? inner Mardiyah.

"He's in love. The strange murmur he felt for a girl was real. That girl he met, as a child." Lutfan. "This "deep feeling allowed him to marry the girl. The girl he never knew the background of his life. But in his mind, he thought the girl who was now his wife was an orphan and an ordinary village girl."

Mardiyah was still, with her fingers rubbed by Lutfan.

"Surely, he thought, that life is fair. Because eventually, he gets solace in every wound. But his wife never knew how wide the warrior's heart was in love." Lutfan pulled Mardiyah's hand and kissed some of the men. "The love he had was too hidden. He was hard to say, for it seemed that the wife did not feel that way. There is no reciprocal feeling, which there may be .. only pity."

Poor fellow? inner Mardiyah who still felt her hand was on Lutfan's lips. "Why can the Swordsman conclude such a thing?"

Lutfan replied, "Broker Moshe is deformed, one of his hands is paralyzed, he can't get a sword anymore, Mar. Have I not told you about it in that section?"

"Not yet."

"Continue?"

Lutfan raised his head, and looked at each other with Mardiyah. "Connect first. You see, I haven't put together a good word to read."

"Keep ... what is the point of this story?"

Lutfan replied, "Yes the point. Fill the hearts of men during difficult times. Think about it, life being a guy is hard, Mar. From a small time we fell just the same as our parents - we gini, already, fell so not pa-pa. Don't cry. Men cannot cry. Though the way humans express feelings of pain and sadness ... only in a cry way, right? Yesterday as a guy I fell that felt so sick that I bleed I had to laugh. No way, right?"

Mardiyah nodded in agreement.

"not to mention. Our time ... lose the ones we love." Lutfan paused by still holding Mardiyah's hand. "We sometimes have to pretend well. Though in fact the most destroyed and feel is not good it is us. If the word cry is normal for men, maybe .. maybe I will often cry anyway. You see kayak .. so relieved, finish crying it."

"Sweeping is natural for humans, Lutfan. Either men or women" explained Mardiyah.

Lutfan. "I actually agree with this. But again Mar, from small ... we are taught strongly should not be crybaby."

"But Lutfan .. there is no harm if you cry. Again, that's natural." Mardiyah paused by taking off her hand rubbing Lutfan's cheek. "No need to be ashamed or afraid to say, crybaby. If it's crying in front of me, I won't make you feel okay. You can look weak in front of me."

Lutfan nodded. "If the same lo .. I do not hesitate to cry. You're my wife."

Mardiyah smiled faintly. "Ohiya, keep talking, Lutfan. I kind of don't like Moshe's Swordsman."

"Which character?"

Mardiyah replied, "She thinks badly too often and deduces something not-nothing."

"Example?"

Mardiyah raised her eyebrows. "For example. You told me that Swordsman Moshe felt that there were no reciprocal feelings in his love and marriage. Though Lutfan, if it is .. the girl does not have feelings for the Swordsman Moshe, surely the girl refused to be married."

"A conclusion from where?"

Mardiyah replied, "The conclusion from a female point of view."

Lutfan laughed lightly. "If in the viewpoint of men want to be married does not mean love. There are some plots. For example, revenge, revenge, property and others."

"Then I ask."

"What?"

Mardiyah stopped her hand rubbing by putting her hand on her lap. "Do you think being loved in a pity way is wrong?"

"Wrong, Mar. As a guy, I or other guys will not want to be loved just pity doang," explained Lutfan.

Though .. pity is the purest feeling. If wrong ... means my feelings for you are also wrong? mardiyah's mind was reluctant to say her heart.

"Gue's sleepy, Mar."

Mardiyah looked at Lutfan. "You really want to sleep here?"

"Yes." Yeah." Lutfan began to lay his head down again, and took the hand Mardiyah laid on his head. "Rab my hair again, Mar. I like it in this."