Materialistic

33-A Coincidence?

"When I got to know that man, my life became full of surprises that I never imagined. Knowing him, united in a contract marriage, to engage in endless weird conflicts. I don't know until when I'm constantly imprisoned by him and all his life's drama."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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Confused to go where I finally want to call Lukman to take me home to Mamah and Papah. Prestigious actually, but what do you say rather than me dying of hunger and fatigue walking. The address can be stirred up all the creatures on this earth witness the misfortune of my fate. And luckily Lukman wasn't the kind of complicated man to ask this and that first when I asked him to pick up.

He was passing through the plate and for what reason did he ask something that was not really important for him to know. That's how good it is to be friends with Lukman, even the man is also very easy to forget the incident that just happened. Think of it all like the beginning of our meeting, without any problems and arguments. Yes, that is about the panacea he uttered when we were faced with many trials and trials.

"Thanks, Man, you want to take me to Bonyok's place" I said as I just entered his brand car.

He who was re-attaching the seat belt, turned a little with the accompaniment of the ringer. "No papa, just relax."

Before he stepped on the gas pedal, he re-picked the unlimited gold card that I returned last night. "You are simple, who knows you still need it" Lukman said.

With no further thought I immediately grabbed the card and said, "It doesn't need this anymore mah but it really needs. Stop by the five-star restaurant in front of the corner, Man," I said with a grin.

Lukman chuckled at my unchangeable behavior when I found something - which I thought was precious. "Airar.... Adara's...." He shook his head and I just laughed a little.

"Gue is starving. I don't eat, where I don't have any more money. How beautiful is my life?" ocehku opened a venting session that will definitely end long.

Lukman glanced at me and then refocused staring at the streets that were quite crowded smoothly. "Partially you too, using a snack and pretentious events do not need me," he said.

I grinned softly before replying, "Gue doesn't need lo but lo card," I said with a sinless look.

"I know you don't have to be clear anymore" Lukman said.

"Eh, Man, I'm going to the Mall Bentar. My shirt smells bad, doesn't feel good on my body." I said it was as if Lukman was a driver who should be ready to take his employer wherever he went.

This is the definition of a true maruk. It has been given the heart even asked for the heart, kan ngeselin. Fortunately Lukman is good and understanding, so it is very unlikely that he calculations only on matters like this.

He just nodded slowly and before long the car we were riding was already hanging out in the restaurant parking lot, which sold various luxury foods at fantastic prices. I'm used to it so no wonder not to be surprised to see the bill, after all, Lukman's money.

My hand waved at a waiters standing with a pen and paper in hand. He walked to my desk and Lukman. "Can I help you?"

"I ordered the most delicious and expensive food in this restaurant. Anyway the menu is the mainstay," I said lightly in the style of songong. Lukman sitting opposite me just shook his head slowly.

As long as this magic card is in any hand I can definitely pay. There is no longer a term to die of hunger and hard life. Anyway mah say god bye with that kind of thing.

Finally the food that I had been waiting for came too, and without mercy I immediately whipped it. But just as I put in a mouthful of food, my reflection was on the poor girl who was eating from the scribbling of the trash. My appetite was gone. Not that I feel disgusted or anything like that, but I feel sorry for his life. Here I eat with a delicious menu and full nutritional value, but out there he eats with unworthy. Why is my heart so hard on that poor girl? It's not usually like this.

"Why?" lukman's voice broke my daydream of the terrible fate of the little boy I met this morning.

"If I want to take away the food is not papa, right? But there's a lot of it" I said, publishing a frown on Lukman's forehead. Maybe he was surprised by what I just said. All this time I never asked that question. Wear it without ever asking for permission first.

"Why are you asking rich?" as long as I had expected it would be like that.

"So you picked me up around the slums are densely populated tuh, actually I was abis nganterin a small child that I met again ransacked the trash can, actually, he confessed it to find leftover food that he could still consume. Yes because I want to finally buy him food, it's also a murmer roadside food because my money is not enough--"

"So you want to give him food, do you?" cut Lukman fast. He is very good at talking about humanity. His social spirit is too high, there are many funds that he poured into the breeding of orphans, as well as the duafa.

I nodded quickly. And he gave a big smile. "May dong, so when do we go there?" tanyanya was so enthusiastic.

"Gue used to eat, and for the list to go to the Mall I cancancel ajalah," said I who he greeted with a siding.

"I'm glad that you've started to care about people who are lacking" he said, which made the chewing in my mouth stop for a moment.

"Yes, maybe this is the effect because I was starving and struggling to find food, continued to coincidentally meet the girl. So it's a sense of pity that I've buried deeply into the surface as well," my chattering is immediately greeted with mild rarity.

My eyes squinted when I found someone I had left home alone sitting in a casual conversation with a woman. What's he here for? And who is that woman with that man? Suddenly my heart was hot to see the familiar interaction between them. What kind of drama is this really? In front of me he acts like a perfect real man with no loopholes. Even my parents thought of him as a wingless angel who had never been evil. But look at it now? He was meeting a woman.

I felt like I wanted to approach him and curse him mercilessly. It turns out he's just like me, fond of playing with someone who's not a mahram. It seems that my decision to divorce him is very appropriate, and I will show Mamah and Papah about the depraved behavior of his favorite daughter-in-law. Arda, I'm gonna unload all your rot.

"Isn't that Marwah? But what's your husband like, Dar?" asked Lukman who was looking at the same focal point.

I'm sharpening my senses. Waw! I was very surprised when these two netra saw clearly that the female figure who was with Arda was indeed Marwah, the woman who would be betrothed to Lukman. Is the world this small? Of the many women, why should Marwah who Arda made as an affair.

Ever since I met that man my life has been full of surprises I never imagined. Knowing him, united in a contract marriage, to engage in endless weird conflicts. I don't know until when I was constantly imprisoned by him and all forms of drama of his life.

~TBC~