Materialistic

2 - Arda Nazma Dewanda

"Take the heart of his parents, and then let the hand of God work."

arrda Nazma Dewanda

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Arda Nazma Dewanda, a shitty guy who has no shameless veins. That was the first impression when I met him. Short meetings that I don't think will be long-tail, but in fact he always comes to check on my life. Counted about three years more I know him, maybe already want to enter the fourth year. He is a simple person and not neko-neko like me. His family background which is not from the top makes him like that. What it is and not much style.

At first I was sympathetic because he had helped me from the cruelties of the snatchers. I still remember the details of the incident. At that time I came home from school, the driver happened to be late because of a car tire that leaked in the middle of the road. Because I was tired of waiting at the security guard post, I finally decided to go down the street. But in the middle of the journey there is a group of tattooed and hairy thugs who are eyeing. I hold my phone tightly and also my back bag strap, in my heart I pray that the driver will come to pick me up immediately.

My move was forcibly stopped by those two creepy guys. They tried to hold my chin and my hand. But I violently resisted the touch of their dirty hands. Not a single foreign man would dare to be so disrespectful to me. And I feel harassed for their depraved actions. "Don't hold-hold! Take it." Take it." I voluntarily handed over my mobile phone and a bag containing textbooks, stationery, and wallet with red sheets of money, several debit cards and identification cards.

But what they did was throw things that I had given up. One of them said, "How about we play around a little, Beautiful?" I wanted to cut off his dirty tongue at that very moment. Old bastard doesn't know himself! High School kids like me just want them to move in. Didn't they have a girl until it was so brazen?

They both tried to block my hand, but always failed because I managed to avoid. Trying as fast as I could to escape from them, but good luck was not on my side. A black motor matic almost hit my body. Luckily the two-wheeled vehicle was not too tight and only made me fall onto the asphalt which resulted in knee and elbow blisters only.

"Aren't you papa?" he asked me a pleasant-nonsense question and tried to help me stand up, but I quickly brushed him off. "Gue can be alone." The motorcyclist backed off regularly.

"Woy don't run lo!" Shouts from behind brought me back to my senses, with a limp step I hid behind the back of the motorist who was about to hit me. I hesitantly reached for the collar of the jacket the man was wearing. "Please me!"

"Don't hold onto it instead of mahram" he said as moving the body coded for me to step aside.

I snorted not like to hear the man's words. "I'm also a part ogah so mahram lo," I said with a tone of judes mixed with annoyance, and immediately released a strong grip on the collar of his jacket.

"Retreat" he said as the two thugs who had been chasing me were already right in front of us. I just according. And then there was a jotos fight between the three of them. I just watched without any intention of helping. There is no history of an Adara Mikhayla Siregar playing rough and banging.

"It would mean if the school still uses a real uniform, not even wearing clothes lacking such materials." At first I wanted to say thank you, but after getting the sneaky innuendo of goodwill I paused.

"If you don't want to do it don't!" amukku did not accept. The uniform I wear is still reasonable, even more polite when compared to my other school friends. Grey skirt with knee height, and also a shirt tops that are a bit tight.

It was seen he was wiping the thick red liquid that came out from the corner of his lips. His face contained quite a lot of bruises from the blows of the two thugs. "Where is your house? Let me drive you home" he said, which made me a little surprised and confused. What does anyone want anyway? It was me, but now it wants to go home. Fucking weird.

Since that incident he routinely came to the house to see Mamah and Papah. He said he wanted to establish a friendship. Cih, most people also want the doang mode. Not to be confident, but from her jokes and behavior the past year made me think like that. But that was just my guess.

Bribed Mamah with a sponge cake that came from her mother's cake shop, and occasionally gave me flowers. But I plainly said, "Gue doesn't like roses. Love the bank interest."

I thought he'd give up and not get me anymore. But my guess is wrong friends, he actually increasingly aggressively took the heart of Mamah and Papah to make both my parents like him. The base of his veins has broken up time well, so it does not work with repulsion.

"If you want the bank interest should want me to halalin first dong," he replied that made my hair bristled. Who would he dare to say that. A classy man with a handsome look, and a thick wallet I just refuse raw. Then what is the news with him who is just a crumb of tengginang only. Agape!

Actually he is a model boy of the mosque that is. Her work hangs out in the mosque with ustaz-ustaz, but don't know why she-like impressed-seeked my attention away from the word of this pious woman. Though if you think of the women of the mosque with brackets and wide khimar it is more suitable with him. If I don't match at all. Jomplang.

I don't care if he's my husband. Can be tired of heart and mind time well. Praying five prayers on time without defects and holes. Waking up in the middle of the night just for prayers, continue fasting sunnah that will make me skinny flat just as rich he. It's too extreme until it happens. And I hope it never happens!

Ish, why do I even think about people anyway. Very little work. I quickly buried my face on the pillow. Removing that annoying man's shadow from the mind.

~TBC~