Materialistic

20-Theatrical

"I'm a woman who likes to hang out with a lot of men. But there has never been a single man who dared to be insolent, and consider me a lowly woman just as you think."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

•••

Arda and I were asked to stay one night at Papah and Mamah's house, she said there was something they wanted to talk to me about and Arda. But until the afternoon arrived my parents have not yet expressed their intentions and goals. The sound of shoes clashing with the floor sounded echoing to the sense of hearing. A couple who were none other than Arda's parents were seen walking towards us who were waiting in the middle room. It turns out that Mamah and Papah invited Aunt Annisa and also Om Arga.

We shook hands and shook hands, Aunt Annisa landed her warm kisses on both of my cheeks. "How are you doing, ghost? Arda doesn't make you hard, does it? If until he hurts you say the same Umi. Let Umi have her ears." I grimaced hearing it. It is not Arda who is the antagonist, but I myself who have very often hurt his heart and feelings. I'm supposed to be Aunt Annisa Jewer and pissed, or if I need to scold you all.

"Ba... Tan..," I replied nervously and awkwardly. Aunt Annisa smiled and cupped my face in a frenzy. Suddenly I felt disinclined to talk to him, usually not like this. "Tante's kok anyway? Umi dong," he said straighten out.

I shook my head slowly. "Sorry, Tan Adara is not used to it yet" I said in a choked voice. Aunt Annisa sighed deeply before finally saying, "Must get used to dong, dear."

I can only answer as I see fit, "There'll be work, Tan." He laughed lightly. "Newly also reminded have forgotten you again," he chanted that was greeted with laughter by the entire house. What's so funny?

I sat next to Arda, Mamah and Aunt Annisa were on the sofa in front of us, while Papah and Om Arga were each sitting at the head of the sofa.

"Connected to have gathered all, well we just start the show," said Papah opened the conversation. I just listen without interest. Arda also realized that he was quieting me, usually he also talked a lot. Why is it different now? Is it possible that he was still thinking about Papah's words this afternoon? Or even think about his meeting with Lukman? Give him a hand to think like anything. I'm definitely not what he thinks. The judgment of others is not important and will have no effect on my life.

"Sir Arda, Adara we have all prepared for your wedding reception which will be held around the end of next month. Everything is done and you only need to do the fitting of the wedding dress," said Papah who managed to attract my attention. I looked up with a surprised look.

The wedding party was held with the aim to share happiness, not vice versa as befell my household now. What to celebrate from a marriage full of drama and drama? There is no happy sharing, all there is is is sharing wounds and suffering.

"What if there's no party, Pah?" The sentence came out smoothly from Arda's lips. I know he's not doing well, just look at his conscious face bent unsightly. Looks are mediocre and pretentious to look like now. I want to wrap her face in a sack right now.

"It can't be like that, Arda. Everything has been prepared carefully, can not be canceled just like that," said Om Arga full of firmness.

Arda let out a heavy sigh before saying, "Yes already if Arda just come along." I stole a glance to glance at Arda who was also looking at me. Our two neutrals met each other, but only a few seconds because Arda decided first.

"Don't you agree with this show from the beginning? Why did he suddenly change his mind? Is there a problem?" ask Mamah streak. I just kept quiet, and from the beginning I didn't say I agreed. I just answered 'whatever' which was misunderstood by all of them.

"There's just a little problem, Mah. Isn't that common?" reply Arda was so calm and seemed to be nothing. He was very good at covering up what was going on between us. He and I both don't like to hide behind lies. But unconsciously we have made a big lie that can be revealed at any time without preparation and exploded without news.

"It's normal, but don't let it grow. If you are not mentally strong will explode and endanger, "the memory of Aunt Annisa who is taken directly by Arda.

Netra Mamah shone towards me. His gaze was quite probing, I tried to avoid the gaze that Mamah gave. "What's wrong with you, Adara? Tumben tuh mouth can megem. Usually it is also rich in leaking taps that cannot be brake," he said. Already know his son again in a bad mood, please deh Mah do not be aggravated again with questions like that.

"His power is the assumption of Papah. Are you really pregnant again" Papah's cerocos that makes my eyeballs glare. But the next second a shy smile I gave. I can use Papah's words to smooth my plan.

The words of gratitude so smoothly came out from the lips of Mamah, Aunt Annisa, and Om Arga. My arrears widened when I found Arda's increasingly grim face alarming. "Yes this is so rich" I said lightly and shamelessly. Arda looked at me like he wanted to devour me alive. Get angry and yell at me, Arda. If necessary, go to the religious court. I'll be happy to point the way so you don't get lost.

"Ciee.. who was just a parent again," seduced Mamah to me and Arda. I could see Arda's two hands clenching firmly down there, his face was also getting red. Arda got up from his seat and moved quickly towards the top floor, where my room was. It's good that people play go to the mara I tanoa permission. Watch out later I spray all out of him.

"Responsibility, the ex-difficulty," I casually drank a glass full of red-flavored syrup. They laughed lightly at the joke I was throwing.

"You're really pregnant, aren't you, Adara?" asked Aunt Annisa who managed to make me cough because of a drink that I have not managed to swallow.

I stood up without answering. "Aara wants to go to the room first," said I who immediately shot towards the stairs. I faintly heard the voices of those who were still flirting with one another.

I opened the door impatiently. I want to see Arda's emotional face. Does he dare to scold and berate me here? Or just act like nothing ever happened like before? Let's prove it now, guys. How high is his patience level.

I saw Arda who was standing on the balcony of the room, the evening sky that began to turn yellow into a scene that is very dear to miss. I chose to sit on the edge of the bed and look at Arda from a distance.

"What did you say was true, Adara? You pregnant?" ask Arda to the point. I like his style that is expensive but curious. I walked closer to him and I deliberately put on a grim face to support the charade I was going to perform. I didn't answer it at all, but my looks were convincing enough to answer.

"Who is the father of the child you bear Adara?" Both of his hands were so firmly gripping the edge of the balcony fence. I could clearly see the fiery lightning full of anger in his eyes.

"Obviously not you." Those four words were so fluent out of my thin pink lipstick.

"Why are you doing this to me, Adara? Didn't you think long while doing that heinous thing? You already have a husband. What if our parents know." His tone was low but honestly it managed to pierce my heart.

"Isn't that what you want? Descendants. I have ignored that desire. So break even dong, I don't have any more debt lo." My heart was pounding violently when I said that sentence. Why does my mouth surf tell lies? It's out of my control.

Arda laughed discordantly and said, "You've gone too far, Adara. Where is your self-worth as a woman? Is it appropriate for a wife to have a child with another man? I've been patient and giving up all this time. But it turns out that you still haven't changed, even more daring to do what's religiously-banned"

My heart throbbed in pain hearing the insults coming out of Arda's lips. The lips that had never uttered such painful rant were now stained. I laughed blandly and smiled slanting towards him. "Yes, if you don't want to accept my situation. Talk to me now," cut me quick. I'm not sure I'd be strong enough to hear Arda's more painful insults.

For the first time Arda clasped my right hand quite strong and tight. The pain spread to the point of making me sweat cold in fear. "Until any time you will remain my wife, Adara. Our agreement is void because you have violated the rules and as a consequence--"

Arda let go of his grip violently and said, "Take ablution now." My head was twitching at the three words that Arda had just said. My body shivers no quibbling.

~TBC~