Materialistic

18-Love Title Alone

"I don't intend to use you to meet all my needs. Because this is already a consequence that you must accept when you decide to marry me."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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After trying desperately to exert all the energy of the soul and body finally the title of the thesis I submitted was approved by the lecturer. It felt so amazing and certainly grateful beyond measure, now my focus is on that final task. Anyway, I have to finish it immediately. Staying up just to type and sitting in front of the laptop with a cup of coffee so I stay awake has been very often I live lately. My eye bags are blackened due to lack of sleep, but it's okay at least my time is now more useful. No more casual terms and unclear wandering with Lukman. My activities are now spent sitting in my room and making friends with a sailing box object size 18 inc.

Right now I'm still busy playing my fingers on the keyboard. Tomorrow I will deposit chapter two because the other chapter was approved two days ago, even though I had to go through the drama and get a red ink streak first, he said, but not what is clear now that the other chapter has been approved and just continue the next chapter. Hopefully for chapter two this is directly in-acc without the need for any trash can drama. After I finished typing, I reread what I had written. Not just one or two times but many times, the goal is to minimize the typo that sometimes appears without notice. Yesterday I was severely criticized for being wrong in the writing of words. The honorable teacher should have understood my human error. I wrote a thousand words and it is only natural that there are still typhos scattered everywhere.

Decitan the door of the room that was opened from the outside shifted my focus, I found Arda who was standing in the doorway with a tray in her hand. "You haven't eaten since morning, have you? Eat first, if you're sick," he said with a step closer to me.

I just took a quick glance at it then turned to the food that Arda brought. A bowl of chicken noodles and also a tall glass of water appear to be on the tray. "Lo don't sprinkle poison, do you?" I asked full of probes with hands that had switched to stirring the chicken noodles.

Arda laughed lightly before replying, "It is impossible, where there is a husband who poisons his own wife." I choked on the noodles that were still in my mouth. Hearing him call himself a husband, and admitting me as his wife spontaneously made me shock instead of dumbass.

He attentively thrust a glass of water at me, gently patting the back of my head which I immediately patted away. "Lo mah is still my modusin. Go there don't hold it" I said.

Arda seemed to take a short breath. "Sorry reflexes," he said, which I responded with delikan. "The reflex makes me uncomfortable. I don't like it!" My mood was instantly shattered, my appetite was gone.

"Mending you out, mumet my nutmeg if you're here." I threw him out without feeling. My heart is heavy and arrogant because of the behavior of him who has dared to hold on, even if only that but honestly I do not like it.

I knew that he was lawful and became my mahram who had full rights over me. But I am still not used to his presence, want as good or as careful as he was until now he has not managed to touch my heart. And I would not be willing to give space in my heart for him that much.

Arda got up and then said, "Don't take a night off. Not good for health." I didn't respond, from the corner of my eye, I saw him open and close the door.

This marriage only lasted about a month longer, and for two weeks and a day I officially became his wife, we have never slept in the same bed. I did not want to and he also understood my reluctance. Every day he sleeps on a sofa, and not infrequently he falls to the floor wrapped in carpets. There was pity and uneasiness at the sight, but I immediately dismissed the feeling. Let him endure the suffering he created himself.

Mamah and Papah disappeared without news, since my move to a new home, they never contacted me in the least. I who are accustomed to their presence feel discarded and unwanted again. Many times try to contact Mamah but the number is always out of reach, often even inactive. Maybe they purposely avoided me, the fact that made my chest throb with pain.

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She sat on the single sofa and looked at me who always shied away from her eyes. "So Mamah put me in touch, said we should go home. Something to talk about."

I looked up and saw him questioningly. "You mean to call me?" He nodded quickly. Ish, actually being Mamah's son is me or Arda anyway? I tried to contact her, but now Arda was the first to receive news from her.

"can't. I have to leave now, responsibility there has been a promise with the Lecturer." Arda sighed for a moment before saying, "What time do I pick up and we go straight to Mamah's house with Papah."

"Such a boy to say. Not a lot of money, even want to skip. Money you love already, when do you transfer again?" The basis of my brain that can not be far from money, in circumstances like this only money is a top priority.

"I happen to be in the night shift, and for a living problem God willing I will transfer soon" he replied, which made my smile appear.

"If there is more than before, yesterday is not enough." This is the definition of a wife not knowing herself. Undergoing the role as a wife is still a lot of defects and holes, but the turn to discuss direct transfer and sparkle.

"Effortable." That one word is enough to make my heart more happy and flowery.

"Initiated if until I love my money gambling haram results or rob people," I said full of threats. I don't want my queen's stomach to turn into a distended one because it eats up a lot of illegal money. I'll drown Arda in the ocean if that happens.

"Don't worry, I can't possibly give an unethical living to my wife." The answer was always gentle and soothing, but it never managed to touch the deepest recesses of my heart.

All I know is that he works only as a factory worker, but from the money that he always gives a lot of money to menial workers like Arda. Maybe he has another job? Or instead cultivate astral beings to find income. It could be that every night he waits for a candle so that his money search engine does not get caught by people. But there's no way Arda's model guy would do such a thing. People today no longer have the term 'watch the candle every night' because without going around the astral creature was sought by people, one of them art workers, art workers, and maybe by the time his salary came out the astral creature was getting a percentage? Who knows, such a system for the outcome.

This is how my brain receives too much nutritional intake from content creators who are eager to show the other world in their social media accounts. Please do not follow, dear friends. The behavior and performance of my brain is sometimes lacking. Too dizzy with many problems, until a trivial discussion like this I still have time to think.

~TBC~