Materialistic

16-Jeg Online

"People are always entertainment."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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Just as I opened the door, Arda had already appeared with her head still covered in a helmet. I frowned in wonder because his arrival was nongolous without an invitation. "When did you go home again?" todongku deliberately blocked access. Instead of looking for a lot of money, this even went home again. You guys are not responsible.

"I missed ID card" he replied. I was wrong to guess it turned out. Good thing he doesn't know the contents of my head, if you know you can be ashamed of seven derivatives. I nodded and immediately let him in, not long after he had returned to the doorway where I stood.

"Want me to take you to college?" I bargained when I managed to lock the door. I glanced briefly at my watch, before finally following Arda's proposal. The time has been increasingly tight, if I force myself to order a taxi it can be ascertained I will be late to campus, and with forced also I have to rearrange my schedule with the lecturer. I don't want to take risks that will only jeopardize my survival on campus. This year I have to graduate and graduate.

Before boarding I take the tissue first from inside my bag and then wipe the back seat. I don't want to risk if the place I'm going to sit in the next few minutes is not sterile and far from clean. Sounds excessive, but I'm like that. Cleanliness is part of faith. Yes at least although my faith is still shallow but a little can practice what has been ordered and stated in the Qur'an. Make changes from the smallest things that are often underestimated. Tumben nih rada brain is done. New effects dapet intake of pocket money kali yah.

"Can a pinch not bring the motor? If the rich gini story mending walk, "my protest because the pace of the two-wheeled vehicle was running like a snail. Arda increased his speed and a few minutes later we reached the campus gate.

"Thank you for the ride and also the card" I said after opening the helmet and handing it to Arda. I know enough myself as a human being, saying sorry and thank you is a trivial thing that should have been done, of course at the right time.

The sound of a car horn coming from in front of me stopped Arda's mouth. A man in a suit that I knew very well came out from behind the car door. Walk up to me and say, "I called your number but I can't. I was invited to the house, too, said your security guard had moved house. Where to?" Tumben really mouth can talk at length. Usually it is also economical.

"Sorry, hape I'm lowbat forgot to charge." I just answered his first question. I was confused if I had to explain to Lukman the change in my current status. She must be in shock and won't believe what I'm saying. Talking to him should be slow, can't just explain.

"Don't worry me, Adara" he continued in a sulking tone. The habit he had when I disappeared without notice would definitely be like this. He who is cold and does not like to talk much, can change completely like children who need affection and attention.

I just chuckled in response to his words. Lukman and I did not pay attention to Arda's whereabouts, and instead had fun talking with laughter. I hope that in this way, he can be self-conscious and choose to retreat before the deadline expires. I'm sure he felt his pride being trampled on because of me. But it's good that he thinks like that. Let him know himself. Still mending Lukman everywhere if the same Arda who many lack.

"You who? Why are you still here?" lukman asked after realizing the existence of others in our midst. My heart was pounding uncontrollably, afraid that Arda would say no. It could be dangerous if he was honest and revealed my current status. The entire campus will definitely bully me all-out.

I was shocked not to play when I heard Arda's reply. "I'm just an online ojeg driver. Don't forget the five stars, Ma'am," he said and just passed. I'm quite grateful that he didn't divulge the identity of himself who was my temporary husband. It's good that he's self-conscious and doesn't act. But it should be like that anyway. It turned out that he was still reliable and could be invited to cooperate as well.

"Hey... Why even dumbass?" Lukman's voice came back from a long daydream.

"Well.no papa... Pick me up as usual. There's something I need to say to you, lo" I said between unconscious. Still a little in shock.

"OK." After that he immediately left me who was still standing indistinctly in front of the campus gate. I didn't think much about Arda's feelings when he met my male friends, but now it feels different. I feel like the cruelest woman in the world. Conscious Adara! Conscious! Isn't this good? In this way Arda must have easily released you from the snare of the covenant. Be happy because the status of single is in sight.

•••

"Lo gapain?" I asked directly to the point. From the gestures and aura of his face he was like he was harboring a god-level resentment. Was he angry about what happened at the college? Thank goodness, hopefully now he will wave his talc. If I can talk about three, then I can never refer to him again.

"Why did you come home at this hour? Where did you go? Still young is forgetful," he said so smoothly without burden. Heh. She wants to act like an overprotective husband out there? Which glass is glass?!

"Suddenly my amnesia is crumbling," I replied of origin. I'm lazy to argue on a night like this, especially when the clock has shown eleven o'clock at night. The time to rest, not even a fight is unclear.

Arda looks gnarled with lips chanting istigfar repeatedly. "Where from?" repeat with a soft but demanding tone.

I rolled my lazy eyeball and just passed by, but before I actually went into the room I said, "Without me even answer you already know the answer." I am not stupid to read the worry of his heart that is like being overwhelmed with unease, especially when I was with Lukman right in front of his own eyes. There he was I just didn't think of him, especially when he wasn't around. Maybe that's what he was thinking. Could Arda's model guy be jealous too? Of jealousy? Have a right what he's behaving like. I'm just a wife on paper. Not more.

After cleaning my body I decided to leave the room. Suddenly the worms in my stomach were protesting. Bathing and eating almost midnight had become a difficult habit to leave. Many times Mamah reminded me, but I did not ignore it at all. Given the name alone has made me miss the acute level, I miss hearing Mamah's booming and deafening babble and scolding. I really wanted to go home and meet my parents. Staying with Arda is only torturing my soul and body.

"Why is the middle of the mall like a kitchen rag?" my spray when I see the existence of Arda who is struggling in the kitchen. The stove was still dead but there was a small pot already filled with water. "I'm a laper, want to cook instant noodles but the noodles are not there," he replied with both hands busy looking.

"Surge there. You want instant noodles, right?" He nodded like a boy. I picked up instant noodles with a famous brand in the top closet. Boiled it for a while and immediately handed it to Arda who was already sitting sweetly on the dining table chair. Aren't I? Answer is dong. This forced mah.

"Aren't you eating?" Since marriage, people suddenly love a lot of nanya. And that question made me sick and upset myself. The things asked were very trivial and not important to answer. It's just a waste of energy.

"If you want to eat, just eat, do not use the rich attention. Don't like me!" I said and quickly walked into the kitchen.

I took out the eggs, sausages, green vegetables, onions, cayenne pepper, and all the bad tek-tek that I needed to cook the special fried rice ala-ala. The fragrant aroma of the frying pan makes my worms more and more protesting for rations. Be patient a little, soon I will meet your needs.

One plate full of fried rice was already in hand, I walked lightly towards the dining table. There's Arda there who still looks busy eating his instant noodles. Landed my butt and began to feed spoon by spoon my hand-made food into my mouth. At first glance I saw Arda's face bent like the one who wanted to eat me alive. Is something wrong?

Being uncomfortable with Arda's murderous gaze, I ventured to ask, "That's very lo see the guest? Fascinated by my beauty that shakes up."

He snorted before replying, "Didn't you feel guilty at all?" With my cheeks puffed up I shook without sin. He's clucking. "You're feeding me instant noodles but you're eating special fried rice."

I want to laugh right in front of Arda's face. He was like a boy at the time of saying his objection. I deliberately did not answer him quickly, and instead continued my meal first. Several times I saw him gulping his own saliva, pranking people was always an entertainment in itself.

"I was the same as you. 'Lo wants instant noodles, right?' Keep ngokguk ya as a good wife I also dong mau lo. So where's my fault?" I'm acting like I don't understand what that means. I also deliberately call myself by the word 'wife' purpose anyway to make him more upset and arrogant.

He sighed for a moment before finally saying, "You're not wrong but I'm wrong." My laughter broke unstoppably as she moved further and further away.

~TBC~