Materialistic

29-Lukman Hamzah Gaffar

"I have no power to judge my mother's guilt, let it be her business as God. The most important thing right now is that I can be filial and treat him as best I can."

lukman Hamzah Ghaffar

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Lukman's plan to take me home was done, because there was a call coming from his beloved mother. I breathed a sigh of relief as he turned back and continued our staggered journey. There was no more chatter between the two of us, we kept quiet and didn't say a word. I am still upset and irritated by his unexpected actions. Usually he will not bother about the personal problems of others, but for some reason now he is acting differently.

Lukman opened the door and we walked together into the restaurant, where the meeting would take place. No drama goes hand in hand, because I am very anti and avoid such things. The atmosphere of the restaurant is quite quiet and not so crowded with people. I saw a woman who was almost the same age as Mamah, she was wearing brackets with long wide khimar.

Maybe it was Lukman's mother, I wonder why people who, when viewed in terms of appearance so pious can be heartless and cruel abandon their children just like that in an orphanage. Then now when his son has grown up without sin he returns and wants to monopolize his life. And Lukman is foolish to forgive and take back his mother.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," he said before he took over the half-century old woman's right hand.

Sweet smile on his face, looks very sincere. "Wa'alaikumussalam, son," he said so gently. This is a rich form mother Arda, address damprat all-out me. Choosing the wrong costume. I should've picked the clothes.

"Know, this ma'am is Adara Lukman's future wife" Lukman said with a glance at me.

I gave her the best smile I had and wanted to greet her. But I was upset that he didn't get a good response, he told us to sit with a judesque tone of voice. Where did the character he displayed go?

"Don't be like that, ma'am," said Lukman, who seemed to understand my bad mood.

He looked at me cynically and without hesitation looked at me from top to bottom. I am very worried about what he is doing. I am not a robber to be suspected.

"Mother invited you to meet here to introduce you to the girl of Mother's choice. Not even bringing a fashionable girl doesn't know this rule." I was deeply offended by his scathing and cynical words.

"His name is Adara, Ma'am" Lukman defended me. But the response that the twilight woman showed me was very making me ride apitam. He looked at me with a condescending look, as if I were a low-class woman unfit to be with her son.

"I am a fashionable woman who does not dress like a Muslim woman. But at least I can still keep my speech and words from offending and hurting others." I said with great emphasis. I wanted to show him that I didn't deserve to be treated that way.

Now I understand why he could just abandon Lukman. He is like hiding behind the clothes of Shar'i which is the identity of a Muslim woman. Word by word coming out of his mouth was painful and very unreflective of what he was using.

"Not a storm." Lukman tried to break up and stop the fight between us.

"Sorry wait a long time, I went to the bathroom for a while" the soft voice of a woman shifted my focus.

I looked at the source of the voice and found a tall woman in brackets and khimar covering her chest. Her face was so beautiful and radiant white, the sweet smile framed was so intoxicating and managed to sedate me. I who is a woman alone feel fascinated and envious of the woman I do not know her name. Moreover, Lukman who is a man, surely he will immediately fall for the girl.

"Father, let's sit down, honey." I turned the lazy eyeball looking at the reaction shown by his mother Lukman. On that woman he can be sweet and friendly but to me?

"Lukman this is Marwah, your future wife, son." His words were so full of emphasis, he seemed to want to explain that my presence was nothing compared to the woman.

I glanced at Lukman who happened to be sitting side by side with me. His face was flat without the slightest expression, even he just nodded his head slowly.

"Mother doesn't want to delay your marriage, the sooner the better," she said without the slightest burden. I do not understand the way his mind is so desperate to match Lukman with a woman named Marwah. Not my parents, Lukman's mother, they're the same. Likes to impose his own will without ever wanting to hear the will of his son. Selfish.

"Sorry before, Auntie. Do I need to explain my status here? This fashionable woman who does not know how to dress well and properly is the future wife of the son you left a dozen years ago" I said sarcasm. I will not lose and will budge with this twilight woman before me.

His eyes lit up so sharply, it was obvious that he did not like what I was saying. Why should he behave like that? What I said was a truth, which he should have acknowledged in public.

"Already, Adara. Enough." I heard Lukman's voice similar to a whisper. Very slow and vibrating. He's always like that if I bring up the big mistake his mother made. While his father with the heart to go along with a rich woman who is clearly more everything than his mother Lukman. I know enough about Lukman's dark life that I find very painful.

I ignored him and instead stared fiercely full of resistance at the dictatorial woman who was none other than bearing the title as his mother Lukman. "Don't you have a little shame and regret for what you did?"

"We're going home now." Sassy without permission Lukman immediately dragged me away from leaving. This was the first time he had dared to make physical contact with me, even if it was just holding my hand.

I shook his hand away. "Get off my hands." He complied and asked me to get back in the car.

"Why did you even bring me home anyway? My mouth gatel wants to maki-maki Nyokap lo who does not know self and selfish." I tell you honestly what it is.

Lukman chuckled little to hear my words. Is anything funny?

"Aren't you talking wrong, Dar? Maki-maki Mother I even say-say her son anyway," he said still with a little light laughter.

"Yes anyway why the hell you never revolted or if you need to get angry and maki-maki just as much as you. Mistakes You already can not be forgiven, love a lesson. Let him know himself."

Lukman glanced at me. "You no matter how big my mother's mistake, she'll still be my mother. He would have thrown me away and abandoned me, but if it weren't for him I wouldn't have been in the world."

"Gue doesn't understand the same way of mind. Do you not suspect that the emergence of Nyokap lo? At the time you have been successful like this he came, but at the time when you are difficult and need his presence he even said. Think dong, Man!"

Lukman even gave a beautiful spark on his lips. "I have no power to judge my mother's guilt, let it be her business as God. The most important thing right now is that I can be filial and treat him as best I can."

Lukman is too mature and wise in every way. He is also too kind and easy to trust with others, it is only natural that he is often deceived by people. His outlook was too straight and positive, that was his bad.

~TBC~