Materialistic

13-Delivery of Responsibility

"Papah and Mamah do not ask you to be a great person who is famous and genius in everything, enough to be a prayer woman who obeys the rules."

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After negotiating the deal, Arda was done so lightly without consent to take me out of Papah and Mamah's house. It was good that he decided without asking my opinion first, and what made me even more arrogant was the decision of my parents who let me go. I feel abandoned and alienated by them. Is this why they forcibly married me to Arda?

"Adara wants to be here, Mah, Pah," I told him to put on as many faces as possible. Anyway, I should be able to change my parents' decision.

"It can't be dong, honey. You are married, your husband is more entitled than Papah and Mamah," Papah said trying to explain.

I shook my head in disagreement and increasingly put on a pitiful look. "Adara is still the son of Papah Samah Mamah, no one is more entitled to Adara than Papah same Mamah. Arda is just a foreign man who comes without permission and wants to take Adara. No! Adara does not want to stay with Arda," keukeuhku with a glance Arda who realized so quietly listen.

Papah who was sitting beside me gently lovingly stroked the top of my head which was now covered in a black veil. I'm not going to let Arda enjoy the beauty of my hair, even now I'm wearing a big gombrong dress, just like when I was studying. Despite the rage I had to do it to protect me from threats that could at any time strike. "If a girl is married, her time will automatically move. Papah and Mamah are indeed parents that you should respect at any time, but your husband is more important."

"Who is he? Come without permission and asked but can monopolize Adara's life. That's not fair, Pah!" my argument doesn't accept. My parents were the first after Allah and His Messenger.

"Honey," called Mama softly and grabbed my attention. I was facing to the right side where Mamah was. He stroked my cheek before saying, "You want to ask me one thing about you. If you buy clothes, surely the shirt will switch hands to be yours, right? Did you ever think, how did the owner of that shirt feel? He who made the clothes, he also kept and cared for them, until the time came that the clothes had to be taken over by a stranger. If you were in the position of the owner of the shirt, what would you feel?" 

"Yes his name is also a merchant, yes it is rich that way. If you do not want to be taken by others, do not need to be marketed," I replied. Just be careful if Mamah even equates me with clothes. Wasn't it enough that Mamah equated me with lebaran ketupat?

Mom's hand moved to hold both of my hands. "Papah Sama Mamah will not be able to arbitrarily choose you a companion to life, if the clothing merchant can easily let his own taken people so at the time of the transaction activities. Another case with Papah and Mamah who must think carefully, before finally handing our daughter into the hands of strangers we just knew for only four years less. Don't you ever think that this marriage is our way of giving up responsibility, let alone throwing you away. Not like that, son." Mamah's words succeeded in knocking out the hardness of my heart, which had been shallow-minded. But I do not accept the parable of Mamah who again equates me with inanimate objects.

"Papah and Mamah believe that Nak Arda can guide and take good care of you. If we could be selfish, we would never let you off with any man. Because we know how much the man loves you, still his love and affection will not be comparable to ours. Until anytime you will still be the daughter of Papah with Mamah. Everything will not change, even if you are married and even have children. But what you have to prioritize is your husband, not Papah and Mamah anymore. Ridho you are in the hands of your husband, so is your heaven, dear. Respecting him is an obligation that you should not violate," explained Papah with a slightly vibrating tone of voice. I saw one tear drop down from the corner of his eye.

My heart was slightly pinched when I heard the words of Papah and Mamah. I was too narrow-minded and blamed both my parents for this marriage. I put too much emphasis on my disappointment, regardless of the feelings of my parents who also felt a loss for the status that I now hold. But if they still have a hard time letting me go, why did they marry me? I'm not ready and probably won't be ready.

"Adara can not accept the same new status Adara, Pah, Mah. Especially having to live like a model Arda guy. Adara doesn't want to!" I said shaking loudly.

"Don't say it, son. In any case now Nak Arda has officially become your husband," Papah said still trying to persuade me. Heh, until any time I won't be able to accept this marriage.

"So a good and obedient wife to, Son Arda. Do not be ashamed of Mamah Papah if you fail to carry out your duties as a wife. The success of our upbringing is not seen from how smart or how many titles you get. But how obedient and devoted you are to your husband and the rule of God. Papah Sama Mamah does not ask you to be a great person who is famous and genius in everything, just be a prayer woman who obeys the rules. That's enough, son." The words of Mamah managed to hit my heart. It feels so painful and stifling. But I can't just ignore my feelings either. Accepting this marriage is like opening wide access so that Arda can enter more into my life. I don't want that to happen.

My mind is in different directions and in different directions. What if they find out about the deal that Arda and I made. I can't imagine how broken they were when they found out about it. Why am I always faced with a situation I don't want? Why is my life so runnier and dreary as it is now. The presence of Arda is indeed just a catastrophe that should never have existed.

"No, Pah. Arda is planning to contract a house for us to occupy" Arda declined. I glared at him who was sitting opposite. It's good for him to say. Already married me without consent, continue now want to invite me to live hard? Hey, who is he?

Aghhh! Why are the three of them making my head dizzy instead of playing. This is my life. And I should have done more, not all of them. I am sick and want to disappear as fast as lightning from the face of this earth. Which door belongs to Doraemaon? I'd like to borrow it for a while.

Papah walked over to where Arda was sitting, patting her on the shoulder slowly before saying, "It is not Papah's intention to demean or consider you unreliable as the head of the family. Papah only wants the best for Papah's son and daughter-in-law. Don't be rejected." Pah uses the event of talking rich is all. The real Arda can't be sandeled. Marry girls people want to be hard anyway. Ngaca dong! Who is he? Minister's son? President's son? Obviously the answer is no. He was only the only child of a simple, religiously observant family. Not having a glass at his house, he should have married the mosque instead of me. This is what is called breaking the rules of God. He said soul mate is a reflection of himself, but why doesn't that apply to me and Arda?

Papah is a reflection of the husband, father, and in-law dream. He is a true man who loves his family with all his heart. But that was before Papah decided to marry me to Arda's canned-rich ustaz model. Papah that I now know far from the word dream and even tend to be selfish and impose his will. I used to dream that a figure like Papah would accompany me to climb into life in this mortal world. But it turns out that the destiny of life said something else, and without being able to prevent Arda who is currently my husband, even though only temporarily but honestly it makes me disappointed.

"Excuse Arda for not being able to make Papah's daughter happy, even on the wedding day Arda has made her cry. Forgive Arda, Pah." I was quite jolted in disbelief at what Arda had just said. He apologized without hesitation and prestige in front of me, Mamah, and Papah. But no papalah, at least he still has a little bit of shame to admit his mistake.

"It is not you who make Adara cry, but only the basic Adara is more lively and overly dramatizing," said Papah casually, even he gave a smile full of ridicule towards me.

It's good to have Papah insulting me like that. Anyone who is not in shock and flood of tears when waking up has received news that his status has changed. Where the wedding is usually held with full planning and careful preparation, another case with me who all impromptu and alakadarnya. Where is the bride who received the marriage book in a state of wearing oversize T-shirts and knee-length shorts? What an anti-mainstream wedding event that no one would ever want to experience, including me.

"That's basically Papah with the impatient Mamah. The marriage period of the only daughter of diem-diem is rich. Good thing Adara has no history of heart disease," I replied in an irritated and irritated tone.

Mamah and Papah laughed crisply, while Arda only showed a little smile. "Just calm down next month we'll roll out the recipe in a big way. Mamah and Papah deliberately did the marriage contract without your knowledge, if you know you can run away not to go back and forth to your room," said Mamah who made me frown. Is it true what people say, if a woman's premonition, let alone mother must be very strong and must be watched out. His eyes were only two but his CCTV was everywhere. Always on the line and always there. Just know the contents of the head of his son who likes to justify all means to get what he wants.

"Same Papah is not working!" I said with my hands perched in front of my chest and lips that advanced forward.

I don't know what will happen when I move into a new house. But wait a minute..What did Mamah just say? Will he have a wedding next month? There's also a divorce party, Mah. Celebrating the widow status of her only daughter. The congratulations to the guests will change. "Congratulations on his widow's status." It's crazy until that happens. The shame of the acute level is mah.

"No need to hold a reception, Mah, Pah," Arda refused quickly. I am grateful that he can say that. To be honest, my lips felt too weak to express rejection. Not that I don't dare, but I'm sure my talk will only be considered wind past. It won't affect anything.

"In religion the marriage must be announced so as not to cause slander in the future. If you do not want a massive party, it is enough for a simple event and invite important guests only," said Papah. I unconsciously exhaled a rough breath to attract the attention of my parents.

"Mama's land is the same Papa ajalah" I said at last. Arda looked shocked at my answer. The word 'whatever' doesn't mean yes, does it? I just want to stop this increasingly ugly chatter. I'm so sick of it! And want to end it all immediately.

~TBC~