Three Years Different

80: Injuring the Heart of Your Own Family

Part of the Adiwangsa family? inner Mardiyah who immediately broke eye contact with Manggala. "I .. don't want to."

"You hate Grandpa?"

Should I be clear? You .. you pushed me! inner Mardiyah was still squeezing the strong sheets behind the covers. "I don't want to be part of the Adiwangsa family. I want to go home to the orphanage. I just want to live with my husband."

The lawsuit is still floating. "If Grandpa forbid you?"

"You won't be able to ban me."

Manggala tore up a piece of the divorce suit, then put back a small tear on the map. "Grandfather can, Mahika."

"Stay in a place where you feel comfortable. But, remain Adiwangsa, with your new name Mahika. People should know you as the son of Gautama and Cecilia" Manggala continued.

Again Mardiyah shook her head. He heard footsteps away from Gautama and Gumira. Looks like they left him alone with Manggala.

"Grandfather doesn't force. If you don't want to .. not pa-pa." Manggala looks closer. He suddenly gently rubbed Mardiyah's right cheek. "But please ..."

Mardiyah met face to face with Manggala.

"I'm sorry Grandpa, Mahika."

Mardiyah spontaneously said, "What is your mistake?"

Manggala's hands were released when an unexpected question was attached directly from her grandson's lips. "The mistakes Grandpa made were many. Perhaps the worst was that night. Grandpa apologized for everything.

After saying that. Manggala got up from his seat, and left the hospital room. He thought it was a dream, but it wasn't. Someone with the same blood flowing in his body solved all problems, chose sincerely and did not forget to apologize for everything wrong. Should he forgive? Should this loss only be paid with a word of apology?

The pain he felt once. Losing it was his first time. For in the fetus is flowing blood and also blood from. If Lutfan says to be sincere to be honest, it's not that easy. His life became a bet, whether born dead. But the decree requires the fetus to leave. If only the fetus went not equaled with the roughness of Manggala. Maybe ... just maybe, he can forgive the Grandpa.

Lutfan crying. She did not know how broken her husband's heart was. And how can a Lutfan receiver be that easy? Failure will continue to occur in waiting for the baby, if Lutfan continues with him. His decision at that time was already he thought mature. But when he met Lutfan, everything became doubtful.

Feelings that begin to return and also pity, gradually turn into love.

"Mar ..."

Mardiyah regained her senses, as her hand was touched by Lutfan. "Hm?"

"Certain everything," said Lutfan.

Mardiyah's confused. "What?"

"What is meant by Mr. Manggala ..."

Mardiyah immediately shook her head. "It's nothing." He did not want Lutfan's hatred to be ingrained. This loss besides Manggala's fault, this was also his fault. "Have you eaten?"

"Gue doesn't like to cut my words."

Mardiyah. "Sorry."

"Gue didn't tell you to apologize. All stories. What has Mr Manggala done?"

"He didn't do anything."

Lo lie, the inner Lutfan who chose to be silent looking at the wife.

Lutfan seems angry. Because he chose not to talk about the events he had experienced. If she is entitled, her husband has the right to know. But he chose to silence, and acted as if there was no conflict between himself and Mr. Manggala.

Everybody's going. Abhimana, Abhimata went nowhere. While Lutfan and Aldo chose to stop by the nearest outlet. Because Aldo said, her husband had not visited the outlets for a long time. Obviously, Lutfan must be upset, thinking of himself who never went home. But, at least when she came home, she could see that her husband was fine.

This VVIP inpatient room is very spacious. There was even one nurse accompanying him now inside. The nurse looked stiff. Though he was not in need of anything, he was seen standing upright with a straight view. It was a little strange, but if he spoke again, the nurse would say, that's okay, because it's her job.

Mardiyah bored.

He already has a new device that Abhimata bought. Still, there were no numbers he could call. And ... his social media, he was not so memorized, had to login with a notebook that was still in the dormitory.

Cleks.

Netra Mardiyah switched in the direction of that voice. ... jendra? Wh-what is he doing? mardiyah's unmoved mind stared at Rajendra, with a sharp look and a strange smile. The nurse stood up as well.

"Good afternoon Young Master Rajendra."

Rajendra did not respond but his hand shook, a sign of driving the nurse out. "Don't forget, close the door."

Deg.

After the nurse actually left. Rajendra took a seat right on the single sofa facing directly at Mardiyah.

This room looks gripping. It was either possible because the aura of this man in front of him was cruel. If Mardiyah looks around, it looks like Rajendra is a mental disorder. They tend to hurt, hurt, and torture others.

"Dearly enough. You're alone." Suddenly there was a loud laughter. Rapid changes in expression, even Mardiyah was unconscious. "So maybe .... would be a little uncool to hurt you without anyone... who sees."

Mardiyah's fur rose. If said to be afraid, honestly he was very afraid, although he looked at Rajendra flat, did not deny he was still a normal human being.

"Ah." The man's right hand was raised on the index. A strange smile was shown. "I have an idea." Netra Rajendra looked straight at Mardiyah. "What if ... I ask the nurse to come back in?"

Mardiyah.

"You're suddenly mute, huh?"

Mardiyah said, "Talking to a lunatic is not a skill I have."

"Ah. So ... am I a lunatic?" Rajendra clucked with a shake. "How much, you. Hurt your own family's heart."

His speech was strange, the inner Mardiyah immediately responded. "His own family?"

Rajendra nodded. "We are ... Family, right? Even ... My dear grandfather recognizes you as a great-grandchild."

"Damn. A little disgusting, but .. because I really appreciate Grandpa. So it must be ..." Rajendra looked down. "I admit you."

Mardiyah nodded. He has figured out the point where Rajendra looks weak, that is, on Grandpa. Adiwangsa Manggala. He who had been upright and tense, now sits relaxed by leaning on a pillow stacked up. "So, don't you think? The risk of hurting me .. will make your relationship tenuous with your dear Grandpa."

Rajendra fell silent, his countenance turned flat.

"And maybe. You will be wasted. Ah no-no. Possibly ... Your dear grandfather won't be willing to help you again if you create a more viral problem than yesterday." Mardiyah sighed. "The black list you've made is quite a lot, Rajendra. Ruda forced, torture, even ... to harm someone you have ever done. Do you think ... you can be free without your Grandpa's help?"

Brak!

Pyarrr!

The glass sleeping lamp that was right next to Rajendra's single sofa kicked in with rage. Mardiyah did not care, her words were true. If Rajendra dares to touch him, many pairs of eyes will be witnesses. Even cctv exists, and that is certainly ... Manggala will protect him.

"Nonsense, shut the fuck up!"

Rajendra's breath is hunting. "A son of a bitch like you has no right to advise me!"

The way of speaking has changed. Too emotional, inner Mardiyah who is not at all afraid.

"I am Rajendra Adiwangsa. Who do you think you are, huh?" Rajendra's approaching. "I'm fine to visit. But you instead ignited emotions by boldly advising me!"

Mardiyah felt pain when her arm was squeezed. "Detachable. You'll regret hurting me!"

"I feel like I want to torture you." Rajendra's gaze was really creepy. The big, rough hand squeezed Mardiyah's arm. "I heard. You just miscarried, huh? You can't stand, right? What .... if I force you to stand up? And even ... forcing you to run?"

He's crazy, inner Mardiyah who's trying to rebel. He felt the blood flow in his arm stop. Rajendra is really not feeling. "Deliver!"

Rajendra suddenly scooped up his waist, and with all his madness, he really forced Mardiyah to stand up. Even nurses like to pretend to be deaf, Rajendra's strength is on it. "Rba .. jendra. You're nuts! Le-go!"

"I asked for." Rajendra's horrible smile show. "Sister stands. Let's play a chase."

Astarghfirullah's. O Allah .. My stomach, the inner Mardiyah who felt her whole body ache. The most severe is that his stomach and hands are infused starting to open slightly.

"Rajendra, you want to kill me?!"

Rajendra. "Don't think bad, brother. I'm just playing."

The sound of iron infusion rejection fell. Even the infusion had slipped from his hand, blood pouring out. No one helped him. In the instant when Rajendra removed his waist, he fell down sitting down.

"Your sister wants to play. Should be as a brother. You're granting."

Head dizzy. Mardiyah didn't know what this fucking guy said anymore! It was really pain. The sudden way of falling just now added pain that many times over. Someone please, her mind is hoping.

"Stand up, Brother."

Brak!

"Rajendra!"

Mardiyah who had just bowed looked at the floor. Finally looked up, looking at the direction of the entrance. Miss Cecilia? his inner.

"Mama?"

"Rajendra, you're crazy, huh?! You hurt her?!"

Mardie had no idea at last. But he remembered that there were some nurses who came to help, and the rest he forgot.