Materialistic

35-Priest

"Lo himself played with fire, yes now you rasain himself fit the fire again."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

•••

After visiting the residence of the poor girl I met beside the trash can, I immediately asked Lukman to drive me home to the house that my parents bought me. I abandoned my intention to go home and complained to Mamah and Papah. My mouth was already itching and was very impatient to vent annoyance at that selfless man. Heh! Who does he think he is? Sultan's son? To dare to torture me like this. Great people of Alm class. Eyang Habibi alone was able to be loyal to his wife. Then how are you doing with him? Don't have any sense of shame on him?

I'm not like this because I'm jealous or protective like the wives out there. Not at all. Please underline, if necessary thick print and capslock all. I just don't accept it and feel unappreciated. That'sallthatis. Having a mediocre look alone is pretentious to have more than one woman. Get in there! Not to mention having a gadget that is minimal and far from standard. Do you think there are women who want to be hardwired? It is better if women continue not to be fed, it must be raging too. Want to marry girls people do not want capital.

My brain kept thinking about the possibilities that could have happened to me without any news. He married me secretly, and did not rule out the possibility that he married Marwah that way. Yeah who knows try? He is a man of good faith, and I know the average man like that justifies what he calls polygamy. I was horrified that what I thought was the truth. My self-esteem dropped this straight away.

"Where are you from?" todongku when this netra finds him in the doorway. I walked up to him while holding his chest. Putting on a songong face full of warning.

"Buy a meal" he said by hand showing a paper bag bearing the logo of an expensive restaurant.

I clapped my hands right in front of his mediocre look. "Great now. Level up lo? Or some more nutritional repair?"

"Oh this, I'm being treated like--"

"Lo's affair!" cut me fast and instantly published a frown on his forehead.

"What the hell are you talking about, Dar? It's not clear, "he said.

I shook my head softly with part of my body leaning against the wall, crossed my legs and stared fiercely at him. "Ralat, I mean the mistress. That's more fitting!"

"Your support is getting worse, Adara. What the hell are you?"

I felt like I wanted to claw at Arda's look that displayed a sinless look. Turns out he's good at theatrics and role-playing as well. Tryable. I will follow the storyline created by him.

"Have you eaten yet? I bought it for you" he said, accompanied by a pair.

"Eat sono. I don't want to eat from halal money, the results of female ngibulin." I immediately left Arda who was still staring at the doorway.

Before I actually entered the room, I smoothly said, "Other times if you want to cheat, don't be in the five-star elite's place. Street vendors are still a lot on the side of the road, so it's safe not to be caught."

"You jealous, Dar?" he said so lightly with a laughable smile. My hand that was about to close the door of the room was immediately closed, and was instead interested in prolonging the conversation.

"Jealous? Sok kegantengan very lo so people until I have to be really jealous. Rich there is no other man in this world. Need glass?!"

"Yes continues? Isn't it natural that you're jealous of me and other women? You're my wife."

It felt like I wanted to spout a loud laugh right in front of her confident face. "You want to walk with a lot of women though, I won't be jealous. Why be jealous with your model guy. Nothing to do anymore, what?"

The look on his face did not show any offence at all, he was even seen carving out a thin smile. It seems he's gone mad. "If you need to make a dormitory princess, make a collection of mistresses lo," he added.

"Yes, I'll make it, you take it easy" he said and walked right away leaving me. Men with high levels of self-confidence. There was no interest in jealous him. Is there anything that wants to be with him?

•••

"Aren't there any more times, Dar? Can't you see what I'm doing right now?" say with a little sad look. He is like that if I disturb his worship. But I do not want to take a headache, after all he had been relaxing too long on his prayer mat.

He was also strange for long prayers. From the start of the Magrib bedug until now finished Isya is still at home ngejogrog there. Read what else, people, his mouth is not clear. I just prayed for a few minutes and immediately went to the living room to continue the television show that had stopped. It is not his responsibility if the affairs of religion and the afterlife. Not rich I who pray five times already feel more than enough.

But I've been a little weird with that guy lately, he's been praying more at home and extending it for hours, whether it's with recitation or al-Qur'an tadarus. Usually the man is the most anti-salat at home.

"The man prayed in the mosque, not at home. If there is a prayer man in the mosque is not a prayer man by name, but a prayer man." That's what he said a while ago.

Yes, the bottom of my mouth is like a leaking faucet, so I lightly replied, "Lo that wrong man is not godly, let alone godly. Do you pray with mukena?"

And indeed ever since he became my temporary husband, only a matter of fingers he performed five prayers at home. Yes rich when we both nginep in the place of Mamah and Papah. Ish, remembering that makes me ashamed of my stature. The shadow of the incident I who rewarded Arda with a fitting throw of flowers crossed each other.

"Why that smile? You don't think anything weird about me anymore, do you?" he said he managed to break my short daydream.

"Pedean is really a person. What do I think of rich people. A complete lack of work, "my dear who only he replied with a short nod.

"Where?" my bill when he started to clean his worship equipment. Put the peci on the nightstand and sit for a moment on the bed.

"I haven't paid, Dar. You know that work is paid once a month" he said.

I snorted rudely. "Why are you talking now? Where were you going yesterday? For three weeks, you can keep my pocket money. Then why not now? Is this because of that lo mistress."

My dramatic household life with him is only a matter of weeks, more precisely this week will only be even three weeks. Only about halfway through I was freed from the snare of this contract marriage.

Arda exhaled in a rough breath before saying, "The money I have been loving to you is the result of my savings. The feeling I just transferred about three days ago, it's pocket money for this week, Adara."

"It's over. Do you think that money can meet all my needs? Not at all. Less is it." I said with a high voice.

"How much is the salary of a rude worker like me? You know, Dar. Once you try to understand me, not even I continue to understand you." Arda said so well. Who told him to marry my model girl like this. Already know matre but still keukeuh. Rasain is bitter.

"Lo should have thought about this from the beginning before you were determined to make a deal. It will not be rich like this story. Lo himself playing with fire, yes now you rasain himself fit again fire."

Arda just kept quiet and didn't comment much. Maybe he doesn't know what else to answer. He is behind everything, and he should also be responsible for what he has done.

"Lo should have thought. Our contract marriage will be three weeks away, and you should have earned me. Lo who nyanggupin but why now you also want to irkarin. Inget, Arda that guy who held his shit. Don't make a lot of promises that you can't keep."

"You should understand my position. You demand me to support you outwardly, but you alone are unable to fulfill your duty as a wife. You think living is only about materials and money? Adara Gak. You're not stupid to understand that."

I gasped at the string after string of words that Arda uttered. Is this what you call a patient anger? All this time he was always silent and never expressed his objections. But now?

"I'm sorry, Dar didn't mean me for your same calculation. But I just want to give you a little understanding that what you've been doing is wrong."

~TBC~