Materialistic

26-rain

"I was so hopeful that I forgot the land and lost my footing."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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What to expect from an unwanted relationship? Everyone would definitely prefer to retreat rather than fight instead of where they belong. It's just a waste of time, it's useless. I never wanted to be in the position I am now. And I don't want anyone to feel what I'm feeling right now. Persist in coercion and fulfill the agreed contract of cooperation. Marriage is not something to be played with, but I openly play with that sacred bond. A promise before God means nothing.

I don't know until when my soul and body can survive with him who is completely out of hope. I was too hopeful to forget the land and lose my footing. Too many men have I cast out and played with, until now I felt karma for my inhuman treatment of them. Stuck in a marriage with a man who is clearly subpar. Disappointed? Getting angry? Pissed off? Accept it? Evidently. That's all I've felt so far. Wanting to rebel and leave everything without clarity, but afraid of bad impact on both my parents. That anxiety and indecision never absent wandered into my mind.

"I have to go back to the office again, don't you mind if you go home alone?" I immediately realized from a long daydream when I heard Lukman's bass voice.

I slightly wet my esophagus first before finally answering, "Grandfather, your work is more important." He nodded and put on a little smile and then walked away leaving me alone.

The sound coming from the device caught my attention to immediately shift focus. A message from Lukman was written there, both corners of my lips involuntarily lifted while reading the contents of the short message.

I already paid for the food

Be careful on the road.

Just two short sentences indeed, but I don't know why I'm so happy to read it. Lukman could please my heart the most. His little attention always made me fly into the air. It is very different with Arda. Ish, why do I always compare Lukman with Arda anyway? They are clearly very different. Rather than my brain being more and more completely nonchalant, it was better to go home and rest my brain that was too tired because of many thoughts.

"Good." My focus was instantly distracted, which was originally fixed on the device now looking forward, right around my two footsteps.

My eyes bully in disbelief seeing the existence of Arda who has been hanging out in front of the restaurant with his motorcycle. Whats? So from there he was here, and waiting for me for hours. His mind and mind were somehow stored where. He was too difficult to understand, momentarily acting cold, indifferent. But in the near future its nature can change completely. I suspect he has a dual personality.

"Let's go up the game, it's raining" he said by hand, hand, handing over the head covering. I just kept quiet without a sound.

"Hey, how dumb." He waved his hand right in front of my face. I gasped and immediately got on the motorbike, both hands were busy hooking the safety rope so that the helmet I was using did not come off.

"Pakes." Arda handed the wet jacket to me. I just stared at him without the slightest interest. Where would I want to wear someone else's clothes.

I snickered sharply at him because it was presumptuous to attach the wet jacket to my body. "Gue don't want to wear your old clothes, Arda!" hisisku.

Arda let out a short breath. "This is the first and last time." I snorted in dislike, before finally deciding to follow Arda's request.

The rain had not stopped and was even getting bigger, realizing that I was just sitting still and tightening Arda's jacket so that my body felt a little warmth. When will I stay here? My body shivers because it's not used to making friends with the rain.

My eyes squinted when a black car stopped right in front of the stop, and Arda walked and entered the car. I don't know what that guy's gonna do. I snorted subconsciously and bad thoughts began to wander around each other. Is he going to leave me here alone? If that happens, I'll get rid of him right now. The men are irresponsible. Mama and Papah have chosen me the wrong partner. Look, I'm going to have to talk to Aunt Annisa and Om Arga, let me know how she feels.

Looked at the car door that was reopened, and saw Arda behind it. I looked away at her steps that were getting closer to me. What's he gonna do? Huh, at most he'll say, "Bet me go home first yeah." Just be careful if it's true that sentence he said.

"You go home first, I booked a taxi online" he said. I was surprised not to play with what I just heard. Did he say wrong?

But the next second I got up and said, "Why not daritadi anyway? You want to torture me first." Instead of thanking me I spouted words. With disrespect I threw the jacket that had warmed my body. "When you want to take me on a little capital road."

Arda was silent with a blank look, but I didn't care at all. I'm just talking facts and he should have accepted that. There is no history of an Adara Mikhayla Siregar drenched in rain. So embarrasing. Two-wheeled vehicles are indeed reliable if in a precarious state, but not flexible to be a daily vehicle, especially if the rainy season like now.

"Sorry." From the motion of her lips I saw Arda say that one word, but I had no interest in replying. From the glass of the car that was not so clear, I saw Arda who was still standing in front of the stop. Is he crazy? Already knew it was raining, and he even deliberately stood in the middle of the rain.

You strange man. I've been hurt many times but still want to be kind to me who does not know this self.  Scolded hundreds of times but like no interest in retaliating my insolent deeds against him. What is a human being, isn't he? Has a very good nature kok kebangetan.

The car drove quietly in the midst of the increasingly heavy rain. A few minutes later the car stopped in front of the house that Arda and I were occupying. "How, Sir?"

"It's been paid, Ma'am," he said. I went down without saying anything else. It's good that he's responsible and doesn't burden me with his fare.

~TBC~