Materialistic

23-Drama In The Morning

"Whenever I persist and continue to impose circumstances, the ending will remain the same, ending in court."

adara Mikhayla Siregar

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Getting out of the bathroom was treated to a sight I really didn't want to see at all. On the queen-size mattress was seen Arda who was lying in a state of closed eyes and hands that were deliberately stretched. It's so nice that he slept there without asking my permission first. I walked up to him and rewarded him with the bolster that I put all over his body. He just moaned and instead pulled my thick blanket to cover his entire body. I was furious to see him like that but also a little pity, maybe he was really exhausted from working all night.

"Arda wake! Don't sleep in my bed. On the sofa sono." I pulled the blanket he was using. This is the definition of a brazen wife, a husband coming home from work instead of being dearest eh even treated unnaturally. Please do not imitate my absurd behavior that is not commonly done this.

"Sleepy, Dar. Pinjem broke off his bed." He muttered not so clearly, but I can still understand even though I have to think extra first.

I ruffled my waist, imitating Mamah's flagship style. "Nothing! Your bed on the couch isn't in the bed." Sadistically without feeling I tried hard to pull his foot down to the floor immediately. Unable to remove Arda from the bed, Mamah's voice rang out loud and booming at the door. I clucked before walking up to him.

"What?" I immediately put on a fierce face, the effect of being annoyed and arrogant on Arda so Mamah is the easy target for me to realize anger.

Mamah looked at the horror at me and handed me a tray of food, water, and also a cup of warm tea. "Suami comes home from work instead of being welcomed and served, you are cool in the room. Bring it to your husband." I rolled the lazy eyeball before accepting it. "Here's a new bath, Mah."

"Daughters are not ashamed of the chickens that get up before sunrise. Less-lessin stay up late in order to get up on time," his memory that made the level of my heart's gerrymandering increased sharply. Early mornings like this have been reprimanded. Ish, is there no other time?

I opened the room door wide with my feet, because my hands were busy holding this heavy tray. Showing Mamah's daughter-in-law who is said to be perfect and dream of many women who are snoring on the bed. Did after seeing the form of Arda that is now Mamah still consider him a favorite ghost? I hope it doesn't.

Mamah looked at the head bobbles and afterwards said, "Ready water for the bath, don't forget the clothes too, and this is breakfast you love Nak Arda. Be careful if you do it again." Mamah's memory is very sharp and still brings up the past events. I was also just a prankster yesterday playing Arda, but Mamah is still not clear. Hot ears Adara, Mah.

"Are you not the slightest bit of compassion and empathy to see the situation of your husband like that? Let's see with your eyes, how he took pains to find a piece of rupiah to meet your lifestyle. Don't let you regret it later because you've wasted it, son." Mamah spoke softly and glared at her shady eyes. But it did not succeed in attracting my sympathies to accept Arda's existence.

The morning cult started and I was ready to stuff my ears together. Was it not enough last night that I was lectured all-out? And now it's still getting caught up in those kinds of things. I'm immune and not immune. Only then does it not apply to the long term.

"Have you?" I disrespectfully said that one word. Mamah was already preparing to throw two of her fingers into my right ear, but due to my fast catching power, I was able to escape and immediately ran to dodge.

"Aqara! Have a child one model you have made tension Mamah go up, especially if many." I want to laugh at his words.

"Who also asked Mamah to add another child. Enough Adara aja that makes Mamah dizzy seven circumference, lest there be another," said me with a snort without sin, even occasionally laughing.

Mom closed the door a little rough. "Don't forget Mamah's message, Adara!" I do not say, it could be long if I keep covering his words.

"Nadara!" he growled with both eyes burning sharply. I just grinned without sin and kept the empty glass back on the tray.

I walked backwards as both of his legs sped towards me, his facial features were deeply vexed with frustration. I shuddered to see Arda like that. "Jokingly, don't be taken seriously rich" I said with increasingly distant footsteps.

Arda did not respond at all and instead accelerated his pace, without a second thought I immediately turned around and darted towards the door to immediately save myself. Just now I was breathing a sigh of relief because it had made it out, Arda's voice came back blaring so much that it made me shudder in fear. Why are people screaming all over?

Before long the door opened again and showed Arda with a sour face and reddened forehead like a stumble of something. My laughter broke unstoppably when I realized that it was because of me who had closed the door impatiently. Oops, that wide eel again got my anarchist treatment. Last night's scars have not healed properly and are now added again. Good Adara. Continue your actions. "Sorry, it was purely an accident, with no element of intent. But no papa itung-itung revenge because you've been sleeping in my bed without permission." After saying that I immediately sprinted down the stairs.

"You're on what the hell yelling until it's heard up to this. Then why else breath ngosan rich abis running a marathon only?" Just arrived in the family room, the sound of Mamah had disturbed the eardrum.

I ignored him and was busy turning on the television, fiddling with him to find the right channel. "If this hour the gossip show has broken up. Well mending watch this," said Mamah lightly after seizing the television remote, and replace it with a morning tausyiah show. Usually the television is filled with news shows, but I just found out that there is now a spiritual flush show as well. Perhaps most times yah discussed the endless politics, and now moving towards a more religious direction.

"What else is it, Mah?" ask me to shift the subject. I am lazy until Mamah returns to discuss religious matters. My brain can be tight and short if it is constantly crammed with such things.

Both of Mamah's eyes immediately sparkled brightly, her hands were so agile as to cut the thread and remove the cloth from the assembly - one of the tools used to spread the cloth so that it was easily embroidered and to prevent wrinkles on the fabric. The circular round shape-fastly showed it to me. "Good no?"

My forehead shriveled when I saw the tiny blue shirt, I was sure it was baby clothes. But the question is, for whom? Maybe Mama wants to add another child. If that's true, I should immediately prevent it before the very thing I don't want happens.

"Definitely good, right? Yes, dong, it will make future grandchildren Mamah later," his chatter that suddenly made my head dizzy. Speaking of what else, Mamah, did he forget the same incident last night when I dismantled a big lie that made him angry and left just like that? I don't understand his unpredictable way of thinking.

"Yes amnesia? Check that Adara is afraid that the disease is getting worse," I said spontaneously without a filter.

Mom's face immediately changed. I saw disappointment in his eyes. "Don't talk about that. Mamah wants your marriage with Nak Arda to be long-lived, not just limited to a contract that lasts for one and a half months."

I took a deep breath and exhaled it rough. "It will grant all of Mamah's requests, but it doesn't apply to this one."

Mom held both of my hands and held them full of warmth. "At least hold on to Mamah and Papah, you don't want to see your parents disappointed? You know, sooner or later your feelings will change. Open your heart."

I kept quiet for a while before finally daring to say, "It can't be, Mah." No matter how hard I survive and continue to impose circumstances, the ending will remain the same, ending in court.

~TBC~