Materialistic

25-Arda and Lukman

"It's not meant to hurt and hurt you without feeling, it's just that I want to remind you a little that between the two of us is only a work contract."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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Half the way I've asked Arda to cover the roadside. At first he was reluctant but the bottom of my mouth that could not stand still, just continued to chatter and ask him to stop immediately. My efforts succeeded and I quickly got off the two-wheeler. I used to be very anti-motorcycle, but look now I'm using it more and more. Being married to Arda forced me to follow a very simple lifestyle.

"Why get down here?" he asked after he opened the head covering, his eyes asking for more explanation. I just raise both of my shoulders indifferently. "Don't ask too many questions, I have business to spare."

He let out a short sigh before saying, "What?" To the point once Arda. But I like its nature that never convoluted.

"Meet people" I answered briefly. He muttered and again asked a question, "Who?" Long time ago the rich mothers who kepo the same affairs of others.

"Lukmann." I answer what it is. Let him know, after all, it is no longer a secret, it has become public consumption.

A heavy breath once came out of his mouth. "I'm the anter, where are they?" I can see her words. Arda model men like this that must be cultivated. His wife wants to walk with another guy but is happily ushered to the destination. Do people pass well or are they easily dibulin anyway?

"Religion. I don't want to risk well if until you fight jotos with Lukman. Sorry to say Lukman is not a model of rich thugs lo who are good at fighting," I refused lightly without the slightest burden.

Many times I saw Arda exhaling slowly. "It won't happen if that's what you're worried about. I just want to get you to your destination safely."

There was not the slightest bit of dislike and upset from every word, I salute enough with the determination of his heart that was so patient and not easily carried away. In this age, are there creatures like Arda? And that makes me even more confused, why God betrothed him to me who was very inappropriate to be with him. Judging from all sides, it was clear Arda won a lot of good, while I was more dominant bad. It seems that God has chosen Arda the wrong match.

"Gue take a taxi" I said. I don't want to risk it if Lukman sees me being ushered in by Arda. Already twice they met and Arda claimed to be an online ojeg driver. But I'm not sure this time, where Lukman might just believe.

"Well now or I won't give you permission to leave" he threatened in a higher tone of voice. How is he making it? I'm going to be suspicious.

I rolled a lazy eyeball. "You want permission cake, not cake, bodo very. I don't care who you have the right to organize my life. Lo it's just a lucky guy who can get me, even if only for a moment doang." I said with a bang.

Again Arda breathed. "Yes it's up to you. Take good care, I go home" he said, and after that he immediately moved forward with his second wheeled vehicle.

Whether to be grateful or even discouraged because of seeing Arda's behavior that is getting colder and colder, not infrequently he silenced me. Is it possible that he is not at home and wants to end this cooperation contract immediately? I hope so, and I will gladly welcome the happy news.

It was only a few minutes before a taxi stopped in front of me, I quickly stopped it and entered the car. Mention the destination address on the driver pack and let this four-wheeled vehicle go at medium speed. The car stopped right after the red light started coming, I looked around which was packed with all kinds of vehicles. But both of my irises narrowed my eyes looking towards the back, where a matic motor belonging to Arda nangkring there. I could only sigh heavily, facing Arda's unyielding behavior and being so persistent as to dare to follow me. Lack of work for people. Been expelled and dumped but still survive.

One by one my feet went down and walked more and more into the restaurant area, where I arranged a meeting with Lukman. A hand wave from the right corner table near the window made my legs move quickly toward him. Formal suits with suits and also material pants are the mainstay style. Neat and very visible if he is not a random person, unlike Arda who everywhere only uses plain jerseys and jeans, at best a long-sleeved shirt. It's so much different, isn't it?

"From earlier?" let me have a little chat after landing my ass in an empty chair, right in front of him.

He did not reply but the thin smile framed on his face was already quite representative. "Have you eaten yet?" Lukman just nodded wordlessly.

If he's like this, the sign is that he's not okay. There must be a problem that is pressing him now. "Why?"

"habit." That was all that came out of his lips. One word was answered by one word as well, it seemed like he was not willing to lose.

"Have not been considered dizzy, the name is also alive, if you do not want to get into trouble already do not live. Simple." He nodded and before long a waiters delivered the food that had been ordered Lukman.

Obstacles faced by a great entrepreneur like Lukman, certainly will not be far from business competition that drop each other. It is natural that is already a major risk if you choose to become a big businessman. Papah is also already immune to such things, and the only way is to win a lot of landers, and of course assume the wind and competitors who have the envious nature of the year. Pengin successful but why should fall someone else anyway? People today always want something instant and do not want to pioneer business from below. Like me who really wants to enjoy the results without bothering to feel the process.

"What have I found?" I immediately asked a question after the meal was over.

Lukman picked up the tissue first and wiped both corners of his lips before replying, "We haven't seen each other in a long time, Adara."

I chuckled softly at the answer he gave. The feeling was only a few days away, but he was already sulking like that. "Ah lo mah lebay. I have to tell my thesis, continue again yesterday I nginep in the house of Bonyok. There is no time for hangouts with you," explained my reply to a nod by him.

"There's something I want to talk about, Adara," he said after a long period of silence. I laughed a little at his words. "From that, you also talked about it. Tighten your face, relax."

"I'm serious, Adara." The look in his eyes so implied solemnity. He's not playing games apparently. I just nodded to let him express his purpose and purpose.

"My mother came back and she asked me to marry her chosen girl." I choked on my own saliva when I heard what Lukman had just said. Many years disappeared without news and now came uninvited with such shocking news. Healthy?

"Drink." Lukman attentively offered me a glass of the drink I had just drank half.

Sometimes I cough because my throat is a little itchy and unpleasant choking effect. "Keep you want?" He quickly nodded. "Help me to escape my mother's silly matchmaking. I don't want to suffer the same fate as you who must be willing to be married by force."

Without thinking any longer I nodded in agreement. Enough I was tortured and languished because of the act of an unwanted matchmaking. I don't think I'm sincere if the bad things that happen to me at this time, Lukman must experience as well. Are all parents like that? Forcing his will only to fulfill his will. Very selfish and unfair. The right to embrace religion alone is freed without coercion. Why should human relationships be restrictive and coercive?

~TBC~