Three Years Different

81: Seeds

Mardiyah was back lying in the gurney. Cecilia immediately pulled her son out, Rajendra was really outrageous, like not her only child. That attitude, who's it? Cecilia kept wondering. He was always patient, because it was never allowed by Gautama, and Manggala to know the problems of his son. But he realized his most troubled son was not Abhimana. Except, Rajendra.

As a woman, she became a mother. He understands Mardiyah's feelings. In fact she had felt the seeds of her affection had grown for the daughter of her husband. Cecilia was honest, wanted to have a daughter, her great hope in marrying Gautama was to have a daughter that she would take care of without any inner injuries, let alone physical.

She wanted to give all the real affection she never had as a princess to Mardiyah. But what is he seeing now? Rajendra dared to hurt Mardiyah.

"He's Papa's bastard son with his brothel*, Ma. I'm okay with her--"

Cecilia denied, "Repeat again. You said, what?!"

"Mama's angry, huh?"

Jeez this child, Cecilia's inner self with an inexhaustible shake. "You've grown up, Rajendra. Can you stop causing trouble?"

Rajendra's forehead shrivels. "What am I causing trouble, Ma? I'm here again to solve the problem that Papa made, so Mama doesn't know that Papa has a child equally pela---"

"Stop calling others pela*cur, Rajendra. Mama doesn't like to hear it" Cecilia argued.

Rajendra's eyeballs are spinning. "The mother of the woman was indeed pela*cur, Ma. Now I ask, what kind of woman would give birth to a child without marriage? I'm so disgusted, Ma. I could have been the same---"

"Rajendra!" Cecilia gritted. "Aren't you already figuring out the origin of Mardiyah? He is your father's son and his secretary. Mom she's a good--" girl"

"There is no such thing as a nice woman to wear, Ma. If he wants to serve Papa by getting paid huh is it wrong I call pela*cur?"

This kid is really hard to talk to, inner Cecilia. "There you go home!"

"Well, can I just be angry because of that bastard?" Rajedra's facial expression immediately turned sad. "Mama's very considerate of him. Even Mama's pissed me off."

"Gosh, Rajendra. Mama is not angry. Mama asked you to go home and rest, you're coming home from work, right? Capek, right? So go home, huh?"

Rajendra nodded.

"Do you need anything?"

Mardiyah. A few seconds later, Mardiyah said, "Mrs Cecilia ..."

"Yes? You need anything?"

Mardiyah stared. "Can you please leave me alone?"

"I'm going out. If your husband has come, Mardiyah," explained Cecilia.

Mardiyah. All this really makes him sick, Rajendra outrageous, wanting to be free. To not fulfill the request from Manggala is the right thing. Who would have thought? If Rajendra could be crazier? Rajendra's emotions are hard to control, aren't they hard to control. It's out of control.

"Assalamualaik."

Netra Mardiyah stared at the room door. "Mosur." Lutfan was seen approaching her with a thin smile her husband also greeted Madame Cecilia. Afterwards Lutfan approached himself with a sweet smile the man slowly pushed his wheelchair, when it was right next to him, Mardiyah said, "Salim."

"Huh?"

Mardiyah immediately pulled Lutfan's hand and kissed him briefly. Then look up. "I want salim."

"O-oh." Lutfan's cheeks are a pseudo-red. Anything just a department with a kiss for a moment is wrong behavior. There was-there was him. "Lo-ma-means a-I, you .. have you eaten?"

Me? inner Mardiyah. Ah, yes, there's Mrs Cecilia. Consider it imaging. He shook his head. "Yet. Wh why? You bribe me?"

"What--" His mouth must not be original to speak, there are others here as well. "Yes ..no pa-pa if you want."

Mardiyah smiled faintly. He forgot the incident that had just happened to him by looking at Lutfan alone, this man .. his aura was really positive. Always happy, Mardiyah felt that.

Cecilia. "sorry. Looks like I have to be cut off. Lutfan, please take good care of Mardiyah."

"Yes, Auntie," replied Lutfan spontaneity because confused about what to call. "Be careful on the road, Auntie."

After Madam Cecilia completely disappeared from sight Lutfan let out a long sigh. Why is this husband? Tense out? Because there's Miss Cecilia? Or tired of the charade of using the word me-you with her?

Mardiyah laughed lightly. "You're all there is."

"Seriously, Mar!"

Again Mardiyah laughed lightly, her hand that was still painfully raised rubbed the shoots of Lutfan's head. "You're a plan."

"Huh? Whaan? What do you mean?"

This time Mardiyah showed a faint smile. "What is the same I should also wear .. gu-e elo? I do not ask for a mixed call, just .. strange fall, we are married but your call is so to .. your own wife?"

Maddened. Lutfan's blushing cheeks, gentle strokes and thin smile all made him even more misbehaved. Not to mention ... Mardiyah is asking for a change of call? "You want us to use what we call?"

"Yes a little more subtle."

"I-you?"

Mardiyah nodded. "It can be."

"Lo just call yourself me. What is strange is not me. Lo is also strange, you again talk to your husband, polite, polite but ..." Lutfan looked the other way. "I was too formal. I feel like I'm talking to strangers again."

"Sorry."

Lutfan shook his hand. Then pull Mardiyah's hand over her head to hold it and she sticks it on her left cheek to lean on. "Let's try starting. Lo first."

"What?"

"Yes call me you!"

Mardiyah paused for a moment to look at Lutfan who occasionally kissed the back of her hand. I don't know why her cheeks suddenly turned red. Me ... embarrassed? his mind was directly staring at the blanket.

"Kok lo instead diem, anyway? Come on!"

Mardiyah looked back at Lutfan. "I-I want you-eh? I-I mean I-I want to ask you to shut up."

Lutfan stared for a moment and then looked up. Anjir kawaii's. Whose wife is this God? Akhhh, his inner second also returned to normal but still smiling sweetly looked at Mardiyah.

"The name is say - I mean, I'm still learning" explained Mardiyah, who was very unfamiliar. Because to be honest he had not spoken to Alma for a long time. Because the only person she spoke to was me-you were Alma. Ah yes, there is also Salsa that is now rare. "You ngeselin. You mock me!"

"Nonsense. Not intention. After all, you said that using broken. Just talking is very difficult," said Lutfan.

"If so. Change you," asked Mardiyah.

"OKAY. Who's afraid? I'm more good than you." Lutfan tested the sound several times until he finally said, "I ask for food. You're masakin."

"Eh what! Amused! Errorat, I'm changing." Lutfan was silent for a moment, as if thinking. Then he said, "I'm tired. Go to sleep. Please don't bother."

Mardiyah was about to clap. But consciously the ladder is still in the grasp of Lutfan. Finally, he gave the husband a thumb. "You are great, Lutfan."

"Then, from now on wear me you, huh?" mardiyah continued gently.

"Yes." Yeah." Lutfan threw away his face by removing the grip of Mardiyah. Apaan, anyway! He just said that doang! Doang! Pipi please cooperate! Don't look flushed in front of Mardiyah! his mind is trying hard to be mediocre. "Just talk to me again."

"I-I'm still learning."

Lutfan shook his hand. "Whatever you want!"

"That's what you wear!"

"Yes that's my gu-a-ku's still learning too!"

Note:

Rajendra I did it with that kind of attitude.