Materialistic

34-Surprising Facts

"It is better to be harbored than to be expressed but to invite pain."

lukman Hamzah Ghaffar

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I took out all the oaths to Lukman, who was boldly driving me home. Already know at this time I'm upset and want to catch a wet man who doesn't know himself. But Lukman thoughtlessly forbade and dragged me into the car. Heh! The more days Lukman behaves unfaithfully, my friend. Instead of supporting me, he was the opposite.

"Patience, Adara. What you see does not necessarily correspond to what you think. Maybe they're old friends? Yeah who knows, right? Think positive dong, Dar," he said with both hands busy driving the car, and the head that occasionally turned towards me.

Patience? That one word would not work at all if it was meant for me. Already know I'm a woman behaving bar-bar who can not be relaxed. Wear the show is told to be patient all, yes emotions. Not that there is healing even more relapsing.

"You jealous, Dar?"

My eyes were perfectly rounded, almost out of place. It's good for him to say, is there no filter mouth? It is unlikely that an Adara Mikhayla Siregar is exposed to a human-human virus that lacks confidence. Why are you jealous of Arda's model guy? Not at all.

I only felt offended by the depraved behavior of Arda who had dared to cheat on me. Where do I put my face? It can go down if it happens. If I'm the one who beat Arda, it's normal. It should have been like that, another story that he played fire. I'll burn him alive.

"Jealous? Just like rich Arda? Please, Man, there's no yah." I said in the style of the flagship song. There's no way I'm gonna put jealousy on an Arda-like creature.

"Then?"

"Yes I don't accept. There is no history of an Adara Mikhayla Siregar being cheated on. Down my caste dong," I replied so lightly without burden.

"Why did you want to hit them? I thought there would be a scene of hijab tug-of-war" he said, which I immediately greeted with laughter.

"Most watch the soap opera lo mah," said mercilessly laughing at Lukman who actually put a flat face. Tuh people slab it is barbaric.

"Not funny, Adara!"

I immediately stopped when I found Lukman's non-relaxing tone of voice. His life was too serious, he could not be joked at all. But I sometimes wonder if he's the one who suddenly throws a joke. He was afraid he was stuck. The danger.

"Anyway, Man." He just glanced cynically at me.

"Don't tell me you're jealous, because your cem-ceman is grazed with tin-can ustaz," I said. Before long the sound of the tires colliding with the asphalt sounded very wrenching, Lukman stepped on the brake pedal brutally.

"What mouth can't be guarded? Same with my own husband, rich." He even questioned about the nickname I gave Arda. Not just answering my statement. It was so weightless what he just said.

Husband, husband, husband, just keep calling Arda with a name like that. Do I need to get a loudspeaker, so that he is more satisfied with his coars? Already knew Arda and I survived only because of the contract, but without sin he uttered the word. I am so sick and unwilling to call him by that call.

"Temporary husband. How many times do I need to know about this rich. Do I need my mouth to foam first you realize and do not gouge it again?"

A sigh sounded out from between his lips. "I'm just reminding you of your status, Adara."

"Without ingetin I know too, and need not be clarified again. Puyeng nih nuta think he mulu, my life just stuck in place," said me with judes and upset. Already know my mood is not good, eh he even added fishing. If it explodes, does he want responsibility?

"Your brain work is slow when it comes to this. I mean it's thinking about my life problems that are sourced from Arda. Not thinking of him. Lack of real work if I get the craft of thinking of rich people that is."

Thought of my life there was no work until I had to think of Arda. There is no benefit at all, there is even mudhorot. It needs to be cleaned if my brain thinks about it.

"Yes sorry," he said as he continued the journey that had stopped.

"Lo hasn't answered my question, Lukman." He frowned not understanding. Yes, people today only work to make my blood pressure go up.

"What?"

Hearing that one word made my hand itch and wanted to reward him with a bogeman. Patience, Adara. Today's test is patience. A lot of istigfar let the devil on all the stops.

"Lo doesn't like Marwah anymore, does he?" ask me to the point. It's tired to talk to Lukman using confusing morse codes. Mending is straight to the point.

Again he pressed his brake pedal insolently. Noisier if gini story mah. His driving ability should be my question. This time he drives not knowing the rules and a lot of advertising. For a while the road and then the next second again breezed smoothly. Emang paid how much the same car brake company, until he had to apply bars on the road. Don't love what life?

"Lo can't drive anyway? All my body aches" I protested.

Driving it is dangerous. I still want to live. My savings for the afterlife are not enough. Doyannya maksiat but ideals willing to get intercession. Get in there! Thought heaven was meant for a mobster like me what?

Who is always obedient worship alone can not guarantee, let alone me who is far from the word worship expert? Heaven and Hell are still big questions.

It's rich people really I use the event to talk about the afterlife. Instead of making people realize this even makes people crumpled and do not want to repent. It is dangerous to be rich that is the story. But seriously I'm horrified myself that when talking about ginian rich. Not fear of death, but fear of accountability after death. Angels are tired of recording all my sins, even I became the first name in the search column - the great sinner who hopes for His heaven - such is my pseudonym so as not to be discovered by others. I am indeed this crazy person, until the craft of discussing the afterlife is still a secret of God.

Let me talk about religion, so you also do not get bored so read my story about worldly things. Pity you who are willing to take the time just to read my spare time story, which is full of drama and theater. Once aware of no sins. Seriously deh. But I have a lot of khilafnya. Yes, his name is also human, has not become his nature so? Khilaf is ordinary but if the khilafnya has become a habit it must be destroyed.

"You are wrong. Why ask something like that?"

I snorted in annoyance. "Most ngeles lo mah. If you like to talk directly to the person, you can not even dem. You think this is Sayidina Ali what? No pantes at all."

Lukman took a deep breath before saying, "It is better to be soaked than to be expressed but to invite pain. I know myself enough, Dar. She's a pious woman and I don't deserve to be with her."

I heard Lukman's words. Only this time did he dare to reveal what he was feeling. All the time I knew him, he never talked about women. But now? It seems that the woman named Marwah has broken the unity of Lukman's heart.

"Lo's no longer a sawan, is he? What do you think of the devil?"

Lukman published a faint smile. "The last thing I missed, Dar. Suppose I never say anything," he quipped and returned to running the four-wheeled vehicle.

Lukman in love? Why should Marwah be him? Are there no other women?

~TBC~