Materialistic

19 - The Mysterious Arda

"Your nature and attitude are always beyond expectations and estimates. Always managed to confuse me not to bother."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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In accordance with what had been planned in advance, after I returned from the campus Arda will pick me up and take me to the house of Papah and Mamah. I deliberately told him to just wait in front of the gate, could be dangerous if my friends saw me picked up model Arda guy. My shame and shame are too high. My steps slowed down when I saw Arda talking seriously with someone, my eyes squinted to find out who the person standing behind me was. His posture is not foreign even very familiar. I gasped in shock and quickly accelerated my leg when I realized that Lukman was the one with Arda.

Along the way, which was only about ten steps away, I grumbled to realize my carelessness, who forgot to tell Lukman not to pick me up. I'm afraid they're both involved in a banging battle, I'm not ready if Lukman leaves because I can't really say what my status is right now. My breath was wheezing from walking too fast, their focus was immediately diverted to me because of the sound of chattering that arose from between my lips.

"Why you?" todong Lukman opened his voice first. I shook my head quickly and replied, "No papa. What are you two doing here?" Highlight my eyes probing towards Arda who was just silent without a word.

"Oh it's normal, it's just a two-man conversation." It's not an answer like this that I want to hear coming out of Lukman's mouth. There must be something that they discussed to make the sour gloomy face of Arda look clear.

"Mbak ojol is cancel. Her husband's candidate has come to pick me up." The conscious Arda then huffed up finally spoke up as well. But the sentence expressed by him actually managed to make something in my chest throb with pain. In front of Lukman he tried to cover himself who was my rightful husband. I feel like a wife who doesn't know. But it should be like that, this marriage exists because a compulsion and theatrics are very necessary.

"She's not my husband, just a friend." As much as possible I said in an ordinary tone of voice not inviting suspicion from the two men in front of me. I just want to remind you that Lukman's status is only a friend. And I also don't want Arda to think that no-no because of my work that still likes to wander with other men behind him. Even though Lukman and I have nothing to do, Arda would think that I had cheated on him secretly. But isn't that a good thing? It is possible that after this incident Arda will immediately go to a religious court and file a divorce suit. Hopefully that is how it is.

Without another word Arda runs his motor matic away and disappears from view. Isn't this what I always wanted? Injuring her heart so she can quickly end this unhealthy relationship. But why else now? I feel like the cruelest woman in the world. The two sides of me are turbulent, some are in favor of my actions but some are blaming my actions for not knowing the rules. Ah, my head feels very dizzy and wants to break thinking about life problems that never end.

"Cock you pale anyway? It hurt?" seloroh Lukman's. I could hear a concerned tone there. I had no interest in answering him, just taking a quick glance at him. He who understands me in 'not good' mode quickly opens the car door.

"I went to Bonyok's house" I said with a straight look to the side of the street. My feeling was suddenly not good like this. Some of my heart cheered dislike of my actions preferring to go with Lukman, but some agreed and supported me a hundred percent. Why are there always two different sides? Can't they get along and have one thought.

"Why not go to your new home? Have you moved again?" From the corner of my eye I saw Lukman glancing at me once in a while. I said that the house I currently occupy with Arda is my private house which was deliberately bought by my parents. I didn't mean to lie to Lukman, but it's true. Mamah and Papah bought the house for me, so there's no harm in what I told you? He never asked who I was staying with.

Before long the car I was riding in stopped right in front of the large gate of the complex. "Don't get it, I can do it myself." For the first time, I opened my own car door. Lukman looked at me questioningly, I could only say that I was fine.

I walked helplessly, my mood suddenly chaotic without knowing the rules. The sound of a horn coming from behind managed to make me shocked, and intend to curse anyone driver who dared to bother me at this time. My head was dizzy and slightly twitched when I found Ardalah the culprit.

"Let's go on a hunt, I don't want Mamah to know that we're not here together. That's why I'm waiting for you here" he said casually and with a smile, as if nothing had happened between the two of us before.

I can only obey without saying much. I didn't understand Arda's way of thinking, he was so angry that he just left me, but now he's behaving as usual. Why doesn't he just fuck me?

Mamah and Papah welcomed my arrival and Arda with joy, after greeting and kissing the back of their hands, we were both welcome to go inside. I walked in the back with Mamah who was embracing my shoulder full of warmth. I really miss this intoxicating embrace of Mamah.

"You sick, honey? Your face is pale this way. Have you checked with the doctor yet? Who knows if you fill it," Mamah cerocos which actually adds to the complexity of my mind. Can't you just talk about this first? I feel like my head is getting dizzy and breaking. I was not pale because of pain but puyeng because of many thoughts.

"Yes, Mah isi. Fill the rice with sebakul." I replied curiously. Mom laughed crisply and pinched my cheeks slowly. "You think you came here with happy news" he said in a slightly disappointed tone of voice.

"Head Adara is dizzy, Adara goes upstairs first." I walked quickly to my old room, without hearing their consent first. It could be longer if I don't leave soon.

I faintly heard Papah saying, "The richness of Adara again cravings. Exactly the same rich Mom used to fit again pregnant her." Papah's words actually add more and more unpleasant levels of my heart to Arda. What's wrong with me? I'm not the kind of person who cares so much about other people's feelings. Inclined bodo amatan, but somehow now different and my little heart feel a little pity with the misfortune of Arda's fate. Ish, it seems like my brain has started to short and it should be renewed immediately.

I heard Arda's reply with a slightly trembling voice. "Yes, I hope it's true, Pah." I'm not strong anymore if I have to hear the chatter of Papah and Arda who increasingly add my guilt to Arda. What kind of man is Arda? Why is he so good at covering things up. He could still treat me kindly, without ever bringing up how much pain and humiliation I had inflicted on him. Either Arda who is too good or I who do not know is lucky to receive his innumerable kindness.

Arda must have thought a no-no because of Papah's words just now. That fact seemed to be reinforced by the presence of another man who always faithfully accompanied me wherever I went. I'm sure Arda takes Papah's words seriously. But it's okay with that Arda will definitely retreat regularly without wanting to maintain this unclear relationship. Where is a husband who accepts his wife as pregnant with another son? I don't think there is, and I have to say a lot of thanks because Papah's words indirectly speed up the parting process that I've been really looking forward to.

~TBC~