Materialistic

1 - Mikhayla Siregar

"Only men think women are matre."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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Adara Mikhayla Siregar, that's the name Papah gave. Born into a family with above-average financial ability, makes me live a life of treasure. There is no suffering and suffering in the dictionary of my life. Whatever I want and ask for I will easily get.

I was a very picky and perfectionist person, including choosing someone I would make friends with. Dating more precisely. The standard I set was too high, and hard for some to reach. The first and the most important condition must be clear seeds, bebet, and their weights and must be thick pockets.

Girl matre. That's the nickname I get from people. Offended? Pissed off? Getting angry? Of course not. Life has to be realistic, even more so in an age like today that nothing requires money. Bodo very much with the judgment of others, after all this is my life is not their life. There is no benefit in listening to the words of others who clearly have no blood relation at all. It is a waste of time and energy to take care of such things, which will only make the heart dirty. Liver disease is very dangerous and not good to breed.

"Well, Adara left to menggampus first," said I after kissing the back of Mamah's hand. At the age that has entered the half-century figure it still looks young and fresh.

"Dianter driver?" ask her with a soft soothing voice. I shook my head and displayed a row of my clean white teeth. "Which is it now, hm?" search that already so understand and understand with the code that I give.

"It must have been different from yesterday" I said leisurely without burden. From the end of my eyes, I saw Mamah sigh briefly before saying, "When did you stop messing around with so many men, Adara?"

Maybe every day there are about two or three men who come to the house. Just to pick me up, whether it's on campus or a hangout. Most of them are men who have known me for a long time.

If you have asked that, it means that Mamah is fed up and annoyed to see my behavior - which some people think is excessive. I don't take a headache. It is up to them to comment on what.

I sat my butt next to Mamah who was struggling with thread and needles. Embroidering, that's Mamah's activity to kill boredom. "They're just friends, Mah. No more," I said the same as before.

It looks like Mamah put her combat tools on the table. I look at my face so intensely. "That's the same way you use them, son. You don't give them status, but they have to meet your demands and needs. What facilities did Mamah and Papah provide less?"

I took a deep breath and threw it away and said, "I didn't ask but they gave it to me themselves, Mah." What I said was honesty. I'm not the type of person who likes to lie and cover things up to be seen by others.

"But you can refuse, dear," he said as he tidied the mane of my hair behind the ear. I pulled Mamah's hand to be in her grasp. "I don't want to disappoint them for refusing to give. 'Refusing someone else's gift is not good, it's just like you don't appreciate it'. Is that what Mamah said to Adara?"

Mamah gave her a sharp delicacy, which I responded with rarity. "Udah ah, Adara wants to go to campus first" I said as I got up and walked outside.

Just opening the door I was greeted with a hand perched nicely on the eel. Hey, he thinks what door this is!

"I'm sorry unintentionally" he said as he received a look of horror from me. I'm sick of the creature in front of me right now. I would love to drive him away and get him lost in the wilderness, so as not to come to my magnificent mansion anymore.

"You don't know shame! I was sent away many times and still come here. The veins are shy to break well," I spray while ruffling my waist. He laughed softly. And it managed to make my pure white face go a dead red. Piqued. I'm going to put him in the basement.

"His Auntie is there?" ask without sin. I rolled a lazy eyeball. It's always like this. Basic men do not know themselves.

"Aqara! There are guests who even invited noisily, instead of being told to enter." Hadeh, if it is like this prepare me to receive a lecture at length from Mamah, who will soon be transformed like a famous religious leader.

"Assalamualaikum, Tan," he greeted the arrival of Mamah who was now beside me. Not a sycophant and a really pinter looking for the front face of Mamah. Though one face is not finished, eh he maruk even looking again. Basic greedy!

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Nak Arda," said Mamah no less excited. I don't know what makes Mamah so respect with Arda Nazma Dewanda's model man. Judging from the appearance alone is not convincing and tends to be a village. Jeans with standard cuts, shirts buttoned up to the top collar, hair drizzle with edge split style. Especially his not-so-so look.

"Let's go in, son," said Mamah who was immediately embraced by Arda. "Review well that you macemin nyokap me. I cut your throat!" threaten me with styles like slashing people's necks. I suspect Mamah is used, maybe people use pellets well. Astagfirullah, I quickly said Istigfar. If you look at the innate person sensi it is. My mind is ugly.

"Serems are very quiet when you say. Be careful to talk to yourself," he said so casually while combing his hair. Ish, I feel nauseous to see the behavior of him who is too confident.

"Amit-amit. Talk there if you want to talk. Udah mah looks mediocre, the contents of the wallet are also just ktp doang," said I. He only shook his head then immediately followed Mamah who turned out to have realized so he entered the house again.

Meeting and getting to know a species like Arda, is something I regret a lot. If only I could turn the clock around, I would go back in time and change my life's destiny so as not to meet him.

"Sorry sorry I'm late. Ordinary this hour prone to jam." Finally the person I was waiting for was nongol as well.

"Darling your face is rich!" grunting's upset. I don't like to hear that kind of call, rather disgust and amused. He didn't touch my protest, he just moved quickly to open me the car door. These are the little things I like the most. Up and down from a luxury car, treated like a queen. It feels like my world is so complete and perfect.

"When will we formalize this relationship?" the question is so to the point, and success makes me cough. Shock.

"There is no status between the two of us. Just a friend. Not more!" After being able to control myself, I said so.

"Are two years not enough for you? Two years we've been in a relationship without this status. I want to find a wife, not even playfully continue to be rich gini," he said so smoothly and lightly.

I have many male friends, with no clear status of course. There is no intention to hook one of them for me to make a husband. I just consider them friends. Playmates and walk.

"Gue never promised you the same status. So stop wishing me more of the same," I said firmly.

The car I was riding in suddenly stopped at the side of the road. "Down!" I'm not surprised to receive his proposal. It's mundane.

"OKs. Thanks for the ride. Hopefully lo cepet dapet prospective wife. Don't forget to invite me too" I said without sin before actually getting out of his luxury car.

I stood in the middle of the morning sun. Late address to campus. My hand skimmed over the smart screen, typing a message to the driver to pick me up.

That's my life. Surrounded by luxury but not infrequently get unpleasant treatment. I know myself enough, because I also participate in it. If only I could commit to one man, there probably wouldn't be a drama like now. But I don't regret it. This is my choice. And I should have walked with a chest. The law of cause exists. What we plant is what we will reap. And this is how I am now. Spreading hope in many men and ending in disappointment I have done to them very often.

~TBC~