Three Years Different

85: Family.

Lutfan sighed and threw his face away.

"Generic ..."

Lutfan's hand lifted up to look back. "Well, let me try, Mar. I try not to hate the same ... Mr. Gautama. But you should be aware. I am also human. I can't be that easy sorry people. I'm not that naive, that's sorry people-"

"Keep me naive?"

"I didn't say that, Mar." Lutfan looked at his wife. "Your choice to apologize, Mr. Gautama, is not wrong. Every child should respect their parents. Not to mention the years you haven't seen him. No pa-pa, I don't think it's pa-pa. Because it's all your choice."

Mardiyah.

"And my choice. I still can't-"

Mardiyah refuted, "Why can't it yet?"

"You know the reason."

For a moment Mardiyah lowered her head, her fingers clinging to each other. "The one who suffers is me, not you. Why can you hate him without a clear basis, Lutfan?"

"Without a clear basis, you say?" Lutfan shook his head by massaging his forehead. "Mar, you realize? If you are valuable to Umma? For twenty-three years Umma grew you, Umma love all affection for you. Keep on being big you are brought by force. I didn't know you were in that villa. When I asked you the answer was just .. I was fine. Should I believe it right away?"

I can't lie to you, Inner Mardiyah.

"If Abhimata is with Abhimana . I may still believe that they have nothing to say about you. If Mr. Manggala, Mr. Gautama especially ... Rajendra's? I can't think well of those people, Mar." Lutfan gripped his wheelchair firmly. "You are their family. But hurting you can be considered a normal thing by the three people."

Mardiyah agreed. But her little heart always longs for the warmth of a well-rounded family. Umma, and Lutfan is his life. But all Adiwangsa is his family.

"Sorry."

Lutfan immediately realized. "Ngapain is sorry? I should have apologized. Because of your family's ugliness."

Netra Mardiyah looked at Lutfan's hand that was starting to loosen from the wheelchair's hand. Then spontaneously both hands pulled Lutfan's right hand and placed it on his lap. "Lutfan, don't be mad. Sorry."

"Love. I'm not angry." Cheeks heating. Mardiyah's warm and soft grip made her heart rustle, her heart felt unsafe. "Did I look angry? No, right?"

Mardiyah. Excuse me. I've been lying. Because I don't have to tell everything, Lutfan. If you knew Mr. Manggala caused my miscarriage, you would definitely forbid me from meeting the entire Adiwangsa family. And if you know Rajendra is hurting me too, you must be .. will hate my family even more, his inner self who keeps looking at Lutfan's netra as if saying everything. When I said I was okay. I'm not lying, Lutfan. I feel better when I see you. So the conclusion of a good word is the truth, he continued.

"Why see?"

"Can't you?"

Lutfan laughed lightly. "Can. Want more than see it can."

"Oh, huh?"

"Yes. I'm a permit."

Alternately, this time Mardiyah who spontaneously laughed by covering her mouth when hearing her husband's words. "Now ... You don't look shy, do you?"

"Why? You like me passive?"

"Huh?" Mardiyah directly glanced in the other direction, with flushed cheeks. "Not really."

"So .. later if we're the-"

Mardiyah immediately refuted, "Lutfan, am I still bleeding. Don't talk about it yet."

"Yes-yes, sorry."

I can finally be more dominant. Yes, I was embarrassed! It's been a month. It is not as if my ginian efforts should be active. But if you look around now .. kok Mardiyah so shy, huh? inner Lutfan.

This afternoon. Mardiyah intends to visit Inayah. Been a long time. A long time ago, I feel. Didn't see the little girl. While passing through the orphanage office, at first glance he met a gaze with an old person yes .. I don't know what Aryandra Adyuta did there. The man looked at her from a distance. If it wasn't for her in-laws being the owner of the orphanage where the man donated, perhaps this meeting would never have happened.

Spontaneously, he accelerated. Until he arrived at the door of Inayah and Kirana dormitory, he knocked slowly.

Cleks.

"Ka-kak Mar!"

A smile from Mardiyah. "Hey. How's it going?"

"Ba-good. Mar's brother coming in?"

"Can?"

"By, Brother."

Upon entering Inayah's room, he was allowed to sit on the bed. Said Inayah, so that Brother Mar can sit comfortably. It seems like this little girl knew that she had just come home from the hospital.

"Self ... How are you?"

"Good."

"Oh." Inayah lowered her head, and scratched her confused head. "Why aren't you here?"

"Can't you?"

Hearing Inayah's reply involuntarily Mardiyah laughed lightly. Not called the lack of Inayah, this is precisely how to know the real him. The girl tends to get nervous and talk out loud with anyone.

"Mar's brother is healed? No more pain, huh?"

"Alhamdulillah. Brother is fine."

Inayah plays her fingers. "Alhamdulillah. If Mar is healed .. means ... Bang Lutfan same Umma will not be sad anymore. I pity. Ka-kak time in the hospital long ago I rarely see Bang Lutfan same Umm."

"So, I'm fine, really. Umma same Bang Lutfan as well," explained Mardiyah who circulated her gaze settled around the room in this two divide. "Where to?"

"E-hm i-it doesn't know."

Mardiyah's forehead shriveled. "Don't know? Back home with the school, right?"

"D-yes."

"Continue?"

"I-it's. I ... same Kirana quarrelled. It's like I kept on because I'm in the room at-a don't want to go in the room."

Mardiyah sighed. "A fight for what?"

"I-it's. I-I'm the same Abian nolongin Kirana who was again bullied by children. B-but Kirananya's angry. He said, I'm with A-abian just like them. He also said I-I'm the same Abian just pity Kirana," explained Inayah.

Heard Inayah's explanation. Mardiyah. Everything Alma said was true. Any kid who ends up in this orphanage isn't really okay. Their status is different. But in suffering is clearly pergatok in the elderly. If Kirana had to be orphaned due to the death of her parents in an accident, which was wrapped up by the issues of her extended family that corrupt money belonging to others. Then Inayah ... might end up the same as her ... or maybe different?

He remembered the story of the first time Inayah was found. Not in front of the orphanage, but in the middle of the road. I don't know what mistakes a child makes. It has to end up sad like this. If only the children of this orphanage should be abandoned by the decree of the creator on their parents. Maybe ... a little bit of their suffering is resolved.

"The children are ugly Kirana's parents. Pa-when I'm the same Abian just help. Ki-kirananya even angry, Sis," continued Inayah.

Mardiyah replied, "Most Kirana is now in the pesantren. At Alma's place. Later, if he comes to apologize, keep explaining the reason. If you don't mean to feel sorry. You are because we are family. Umma said it, right? If we have to protect each other. Inayah, Kirana, Brother, Abian, all. Never forget that."

Inayah intended to drive him. But he refused. Since he wanted to pay a visit to the kitchen, he wanted to see if Salsa and the others were cooking? Or is it finished? He's bored. If it's not finished, maybe he can help. If so, he can still help wash dishes or anything, as is.

Srekks

Friction between shoes and gravel soil. When Mardiyah looked back, this person was already behind. Turns out he thought wrong, Aryandra has not been away from the orphanage, intend this person stay? Though he remembered long enough in Inayah dormitory. But Aryandra didn't leave, making her sick.

"Assalamualaik."

Mardiyah kept going.

"Not answering greetings? Though that greeting is something wa---"

Mardiyah immediately refuted, "Waalaikumussalam." He was about to step away. But restrained when Aryandra suddenly in front of him.

"I want to talk for a while" said Aryandra.

Mardiyah stared flatly.

"Just for a minute." Aryandra spread her eyes. "This place is open and many children's homes. Don't think negatively about me. Because I really want to talk about something important. I have no intention of doing anything else."

Don't think negatively? Precisely around your reach I have to be careful, inner Mardiyah who still does not want to talk, and want to step again. But Aryandra's words made her flinch.

"You're Om Tama's son, right?"

Mardiyah.

"Our entire extended family already knew that." Aryandra's steps were approaching. "Even once Om Tama and Aunt Cecil do not do clarification. The fact that you are Om Tama's son with his secretary is not a lie."

Mardiyah stared flatly, as Aryandra was already in front of her again.

"I really don't care about your status as a child. But slowly your life becomes more and more visible. Even you have a descendant that I didn't expect." Aryandra's gaze changed. "But darling ..you wasted the name that stood behind you. Adiwangsa. Why ... You have to choose to live in this orphanage? And marry that useless boy, Mardiyah?"

Heard the insults hurled for Lutfan. Netra Mardiyah instantly sharpened. "Wasted my last name, you say? I married a granddaughter of a priest, her mother owned an orphanage, and her aunt owned a boarding school. He hires people. He has businesses in various cities. People do not know him because he tends not to like being highlighted. But if you do a search on the internet it will be clear his name, that he is a good and useful man."

Aryandra momentarily fell silent. "Would you get the family you've been hoping for all this time?"

"Of course."

"May ..." The two stood midway behind the dormitory which was slightly close to the kitchen. Aryandra changed her eyes. "If the boy is paralyzed for the rest of his life. The family you had hoped for all this time would fail to materialize."

Mardiyah.

"You'll only serve that useless brat for the rest of your life. And you will never be recognized in general by the Adiwangsa family" continued Aryandra.

"Have you finished talking? I'm going." Mardiyah stepped away past Aryandra. The man did not intend to stop again, until Mardiyah chose to undo the intention to the kitchen, better return home alone.

To this day, he never expected public recognition that he was Gautama's son. Enough, he knew, enough Cecilia and Abhimata and Abhimana to know of his existence as a family alone, it was more than just to make him happy.

About Lutfan ... Aryandra's wrong. There is nothing embarrassing about her husband. And there is no equal comparison between her husband and Aryandra. Because Lutfan looks at everything more. If Lutfan's lifetime should be paralyzed even he does not matter, serving what Aryandra means is his duty. He never felt inferior, he was more and more honored. For in the slightest Lutfan had never treated him contemptuously.

"Family that I expected .. will soon be realized. Because the man I married was Lutfan," muttered Mardiyah.