Materialistic

3-Cannot Refuse

"Slightly pleasing Mama, although my heart against dislike is more important, than having to refuse and hurt her heart."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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I've been preparing to go hangout with my friend, just go around the Mall and shop to spend money. It's fun, isn't it? Sure oes. Being blessed with a face above standards should I make the best use of it. One way is to hook a lot of male friends, just to spend free time together. Modified knee-length dress with a model skirt expands, high shoes, and also a handbag that increasingly maximize appearance. Not to forget my black hair that was left with a hairpin on the right.

"Where are you going?" todong Mamah when I just set foot on the last step. Can't Mamah see that I'm maxed out and ready to go?

"Regular, Mah," I replied indifferently. Helaan breath out of Mamah's lips that have been polished lipstick red. "Can't you just stay at home?" insinuations.

"It's been promised, Mah. Most of all, the man is coming." As much as possible I can give an explanation. "What day have you forgotten today?" tanyakanya.

I rolled a lazy eyeball. "Friday, rather Saturday night, Mah" I said. Did Mom ask like that? Not very clear.

Without permission Mamah pushed my right ear until it warmed up, and maybe flushed. "Sa. sa... Ma...." I grimaced for Mamah to immediately put her hand away.

"Umur is young but senile disease is already chronic. Tonight we have a routine study at home. You can't go anywhere, "I display a sinless grin while stroking the ear that was an easy target for Mamah. Every fortnight once a week, more precisely Friday night Mamah always held a routine lecture that is usually attended by neighbors and orphans. This activity has been about two months ago Mamah direct, and usually I can avoid by going from morning to midnight. But now I suddenly lost my memory.

"Yes already, Mah if you want to ngadain spiritual flush please just. Don't take any of my every show." The base of my mouth that can not be controlled, talking to Mamah just flat-cleplos without a sieve. Do not imitate, dear friends.

Mamah put on a sangar face with both hands ruffled waist. Since when did this gentle and patient Mamahku become inflamed against me who was too impolite, and seemed careless brash.

"Along Mamah doing the study event you never had. Try once the brain is equally watered spiritual material, let the demons all perished. Don't even go for an unclear walk. Negotiate your money for your work." he explained that made me grouch. Me and Mamah indeed differ in religious life, if I am enough to practice all kinds of mandatory worship, other than with Mamah who actually run up to its sunnahs. He obeyed the rules he believed in. But unfortunately he had to get a child like me who was far from the word good and obedient child.

"Cancel your show, go up on Mamah already ready more decent clothes for you to wear," he continued which made me snort dislikes. The mother was never bored and tired of reminding me to close the awrah as a Muslim woman should. But what is my day, whose faith is slack never rises this.

"Don't want to ah. Most Mamah asked me to wear a mukena model dress. There is no yah!" I refused her word. Must be hot clothes and make sultry, not to mention the monotonous model and not suitable for young people like me. Sorry, I'm still young and not ready to wear it.

"Once upon a time, Mama, can't you?" I can't, Mah. Your son is not a shalihah who is willing to follow the religious law properly and correctly. Salat alone still needs to be reminded, let alone wear clothes that are long-term. Big No's.

"There's nothing like that, Mah. If you want to attend a study event, please. I will not interfere and mending ngerem alone in the room," I refused with my head shaking loudly and index finger that I deliberately moved. I took a step to get into the room again.

"Let's let Mamah help you dance. Bi please sort everything out, do not let anything go unturned," said Mamah who was immediately obeyed by some workers who helped prepare for the event tonight. He is very perfectionist and must look perfect, even more so in terms of worship. Must be minimal defect. He said glorifying the orphans was a tremendous reward, and well this dear Mamahku did it in total.

I stared dislikefully at some of the clothes that had been neatly arranged on the bed. Mamah was so enthusiastic to show and show off the clothes that the material was too long. "Pake jeans with long-sleeved shirts, Mah," persuaded me who was immediately rewarded with an intimidating horror look.

With no approval Mamah handed over a pastel pink brackets, fitted with black buttons in front of her, the ribbon on the left sweetened the shirt, on his hands were a few black lines. I shuddered even more as Mamah showed off a long veil whose front could cover up to the stomach, and most horrifyingly the back of the veil was probably up to the knee. I don't like wearing that model shirt. I've been sweating cold.

"The hunt is on, and the show is about to begin" he coarsely pushed me into the bathroom.

"Mah..," beg me who is not at all responded.

I was standing quietly in front of the mirror. Flipping through the clothes that move this body, my view looks so intense that the clothes are still in the hand. "Pake.. don't. use... don't.. use." Ish why are my five left fingers lying and asking to wear this kind of curtain suit.

"Nadara!" The call with a high tone of voice managed to disperse my daydream. With doubt and sincerity I wore that frock shirt. If my friends find out, it could be bully material for weeks.

I came out with a wry face bent in annoyance. The sultry feeling has begun to spread, my sweat has started to pour. "Well, if you're beautiful. Why don't you ever get rich gini," said Mamah who did not care at all about my look that rich chafing change money.

"If Mamah says so again, I open it." I took a swing to remove the black head covering that framed my head, and hid my beautiful hair that had been tied up. Tomorrow I have to go to the salon to take care of my hair again.

"Don't dong," he asked by putting on a sad look. If I don't remember her as the woman who conceived and gave birth to me, I'll make sure her face won't be this beautiful anymore. I claw mercilessly. Papah, please save your oppressed son. Only Papah never told or forced me to look like I am now.

"Let's get off. Under his amusing rame," said Mamah with a carefree heart without burden holding my right arm. My steps were heavy and I did not want to come out of hiding. Be prepared to receive strange, questionable gazes from the people down there, Adara.

"Gerah, Mah! Pake shawl aja yah. Seriously, I am not strong. It's so hot." I tried to negotiate in the middle of the stairs. Anyone please help me disappear right now.

"It's that hot you've been complaining. Have you ever thought about the heat of the fire? Mama wants the best for you, honey." If it's like this I can't say anything more. Mamah's thin lips are the best at making me weak.

"But this time, Mah. There are no days ahead." The soul of a woman is so much me. Still a rich bargain of buyers in the market.

"Yes. yes, it's up to you," said Mamah who seemed tired of fighting with me.

~TBC~