Materialistic

27-night Wandering

"I don't want to make you wish so much, and rewarding you with hurtful words is the powerful way I go."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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In the midst of my busy life in the kitchen, the sound of greetings and accompanied by the appearance of Arda made my focus distracted and stopped for a moment my cooking activities. The clothes he was wearing were already very drenched, even the floor he was stepping on was affected. His brain was really unhealthy, it was still raining heavily but he broke through it without any rules.

I walked up to him after picking up a towel in the room. "Don't make me bother you. If you want to hurt, yes it hurts but do not get my ribetin," I said after throwing the origin of the towel right in front of his face.

"Thank you" he said with a busy hand rubbing the thick, long-sided white cloth over his face and hair. You strange human being. I was told instead to say thanks.

"Take your clothes before you enter the bathroom." His steps that would enter the toilet immediately turned the bow and entered the room. For your information well guys if I do not ngizinin Arda to use the bathroom in the room. It was my private room, and no one should wear it, other than me. 

Seeing that Arda had disappeared into the door, I immediately continued my cooking. In the midst of cold weather as it is now the body needs a warm and appetizing food intake. A bowl of medium-sized chicken soup has been served on the dining table, the puff of smoke is so clearly visible. The hot white rice that I just removed from the rice cooker further made my stomach rumble. A warm plate of fried food also complements the lunch this time. The day has begun in the afternoon anyway, and not enter the lunch hour as well but do not papalah important eat and stomach full.

"Eat well, for today I am kind enough to give you nutritious food. Noh also drink the tea angetnya let you not catch a cold." I said with judes when Arda just came out of the bathroom. The appearance is better and neat with plain black long sleeves and long pants.

"Tumben, it was on the road not stopping anything is the same as your head?" I threw his face with the napkin at the dinner table. It's good to mouth if you say, ask dakban kali yah. Dibaikin wrong dijedusin even ordinary, tuh people are rare and the only one in the world.

"If you don't want to, don't talk about everything. I'm glad I want to feed you" I said annoyed.

He teased slowly before sipping his tea. "Cock bargain anyway, Dar?" tanyakanya. I turned the lazy eyeball and replied, "I'm enough to be sweet not to anything else. If diabetes is dangerous. Later you are confused to pay for treatment with what."

"Nearby... Adara... Your confidence level is also high well," he said before a mouthful of rice slid into the esophagus.

I kept quiet, preferring to continue my meal. It is up to him to comment on what. The dishes at the dinner table are more tempting than having to wait for him to talk. Just wasting energy.

"Wash the dishes yourself, let's just say it's a payment for the good food you eat." I walked right away leaving him who was still seen enjoying his food.

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At about eight o'clock I decided to get out of the room. The plan is tonight I will go with Lukman to accompany him to meet his mother and the woman of his choice. I was honestly confused as to what I should look like. If before the hijab maybe my choice will fall on an elegant three-quarter dress and also high shoes that always support the style of my look. But now I have trouble choosing clothes, wearing whatever it feels inappropriate if I use it.

Wearing clothes mukena gombrong model is definitely subject to ridicule because it is mistaken for a costume. Even if you use a long skirt and fall blouse will remain the same. Maybe I never thought about what other people would say about my appearance. But for now it feels different, requiring a lot of consideration. Wide-gaming but still eager to wander the night with a man who is not a mahram, will definitely get a spicy criticism. And in the end the hijab that I use is the impact. In fact, between aurat and morals are two different things. Can't be generalized like that. Not all hijab-wearing women are good in accordance with the Shari'a, nor are all women who display the aurat heretical. It is possible that they do not know and should be briefed a little. Not even denounced all-out.

My choice fell on the pastel-colored baggy pants that I combined with a plain white shirt, and also a taffy vivaldi blazer in matching colors with pants. A piece of pashmina cloth framed the head that I accidentally tied to the back. Sling bag and high heels further maximize my appearance. The way I dress is too fashionable and follow the trend that is currently in, breaking the rules indeed but somehow I am comfortable with this kind of clothing. My confidence is soaring.

"Where are you going?" todong Arda when I just closed the door. Really good talk about people. Emang can not see if people have looked like now, yes it will definitely go hangout. No way to go wearing this shirt.

"Meet the father of my son-in-law" I replied. Lazy too if it continues like this. Anything should ask his permission. My life was not free and stressful.

His neck veins tightened with both hands clenched. It seems he is holding back emotions. It's good if he's angry, thankfully he unconsciously uttered a talak. "Just met him this morning. Now you want to see him again? It's night, Adara!"

I put my watch in front of his face. "It's eight o'clock, Arda. This clock is not night" my dear.

"I liked it a lot of times. What time of the day, who's the same, my guy's running around. Ngerugiin lo also did not. Yes, take it easy. Don't bother rich gini," connect me and then run the legs to the door.

"I don't give you permission to leave, Adara!" she shamelessly blocked my path.

I stared fiercely at his face that was nothing with the look of a song. "Who asked for your permission. Want to let you cake, not cake. Not for me!"

Before I actually closed the door back I deliberately said, "Lo must inget, if your position here is only limited to a temporary husband not forever. Know yourself a little if you are a person, until anytime I will not be willing and want to be your wife."

After being satisfied cursing at him I immediately passed away, leaving him who was silent without a word. I knew and realized very well that my words were too loud and hurtful, but I had to remind him of his status. This marriage is coming to an end, and I must really make use of these last seconds to make her hurt, if necessary miserable and suffering. He made me like this, and he also had to feel my pain all along.

~TBC~