Materialistic

38-Shirted

"Don't use feelings. It's just a marriage peppered with a deal."

adara Mikhayla Siregar

•••

Love is not a taboo for people today, it is often heard and very easy to say. The extent of the sea can still be measured while the contents of the human heart who knows? His mouth was always twitching saying admiration and words of love destroyed, but who knows it was just a joke. Capitalize on love that is misplaced and comes not at the right time, often making people wrong in choosing a step. Love that should bring happiness, it wreaks a great shame. Love without accompanied by faith is misleading and makes some people confused. To banish all kinds of ways so that he who is loved can be with himself.

I can't believe the one hundred percent heart-expression that Arda just said. I'm not the kind of person who puts feelings first rather than thinking with intelligence. My brain goes first, while my heart purposely lets it rest in its place. Never trust a man's sweet prank. The words of love they echo are not only meant for you. There are a lot of women out there who are already victims. Remember Adara. Don't wear feelings. It's just a marriage peppered with an agreement. That'sallthatis.

"We fix everything. Open a new page and forget all our mistakes in the past. You want to, right?" Arda repeated his sentence. But I was confused as to what to answer. My brain has not found the right vocabulary to reject it.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, I did it over and over again. Keep Arda's hands that have been presumptuous touch the part of my face first. Looking towards him with eyes that were hard to decipher. "Gue can't."

"Why, Adara?" sahut fast. I see a lot of hope in both of his neutrals.

"Gue's pregnant, and it's not your flesh blood. You don't have the slightest bit of responsibility for the fetus I'm carrying-"

"The child is in our marriage, so indirectly he is also my responsibility. I will not reveal or question who and where they came from. He's a sinless holy baby, I don't want him to be labeled bad by people. Let this be the reality we both are, "cut it with a little twig. I felt sincerity in every sentence that Arda had just said. What is that man's heart made of? Not to scold and claim divorce, but to persuade me to stay by his side. He's the dumbest guy I've ever met.

How about Arda find out if this pregnancy is just a lie that I created to be free from the snare of marriage? Will he still be nice to me? Or maybe he'll just dump me. I don't want to risk it if it happens because I know, as cleverly as I hide the carcass of kebohogan, it will eventually be found out too. There is no such thing as an eternal lie.

"Lo needs a break. Your brain is not healthy" I said. Honestly, I was very confused to respond to Arda's words with what kind of sentence. I have to go now, relax my mind.

"Gue goes there's business" I said with a limb walking briskly towards the room to pick up the bag.

Arda just kept quiet without a sound, I knew he still wanted to talk at length with me. But I don't want to prolong the conversation with him. The more words he put out, the more confused I will be without kelulungan. Better to avoid.

•••

I contacted Lukman to immediately slide into the house I was in, I desperately needed a friend to share and find a solution. It would be crazy if I just kept it alone. Not long after the car that I have known so well was in sight, I immediately entered it without waiting for Lukman to come down to just open the door.

"What's up, Adara?" I just sat down and put my seatbelt on, she already rewarded me with a question.

"Regular," I replied indifferently. It feels very strange to think about a problem that never ends, and it just gets longer.

"Your husband again?" I nodded without hesitation.

"Where are you going now?" ask her with a head that occasionally glances at me.

I took down the chair I was riding, so I could relax myself more. "It's right you."

"Let's get off, Dar," he said after he opened the car door. I blinked slowly, it turns out we have reached the destination.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked when I saw the pamphlet that read, Paradista Caffe & Bakery for what he brought me to a place like this?

Lukman scratched the back of his head. "Actually I had an appointment with someone here, but since you called me so I decided to pick you up first. Stay with me for a minute, Dar," she explained, which made me take a deep breath.

"If you can't, I don't understand. You're a bother," I said. He always put me first compared to his personal affairs.

"Here it is, we better just go inside" he said, to which I responded with a brief nod.

"Who do you want to see?" I was curious, along with the arrival of a servant who brought all the orders that Lukman had ordered before. Two cups of tea, a cup of coffee, and also some donuts, muffins, and croissants as a complement.

Lukman sipped a moment of hot coffee that was still puffing smoke. He is indeed a coffee addict, if a day without black drinks his soul feels empty and empty. "Someone, you know him too. Maybe now he is on his way," he replied to which I replied with a nod.

Enjoying the dishes served at the table was the first choice I did. Waiting is something I really don't like and eating food is a powerful way to kill boredom. I just put a piece of chocolate-covered doughnut covered with mashmellow into my mouth, suddenly there was a hand that reached my ear without permission. The insolent! Who's the one who's been so careless to treat me like this in a public place.

"Lo--" My words hang in the air when I see the face of the unrelenting roar Mamah. Die me! Why is he here? Wasn't that a permit to go home?

"Eh... Ma's... Mamah..," I said grinningly.

"You yeah. Still not penned, huh! Already have a husband even soon want to have children, still wandering with other men. Where's your brain, Adara?!"

I grimaced in pain, not to mention holding in shame because of Mamah's loud voice. He is not responsible if he is going through a big rampage.

"Are you really pregnant, Dar?" The question was from Lukman. I immediately kicked his shin under the table there. Mouth can't be guarded at what? I knew I was being tortured and publicly humiliated. Eh he lightly even said so.

"Go home now! And you," Mamah pointed to Lukman who was complaining of pain because of my actions just now, "do not approach my daughter again!"

Mamah did not release the snares of her hands in my ears, she sinlessly dragged me into the car with the ears still in the fingers of her cruel fingers. The people who were in that place were watching me, no one even hesitated to take pictures and laugh at me all out. Ah Mamah is indeed the universal queen! Where do I put my face?

Mamah threw me into the car with an impatient riot. I'm sure he'll be culted at length now! Prepare your listener senses, Adara. I was in shock when I saw Mamah's head fall down on the wheel of the car, before long the sound of sobbing sounded so heartbreaking. Why is he crying?

"You're tired, Adara! Until when do you keep going like this? You feel like you failed in educating you. Can't you live a normal life like most women? Living in a household with her husband and her small family. Not even rich gini! Go with another guy."

I gasped at the puffy face and also the words with an emotional tone that Mamah showed. Furious, Mamah, he had never done anything like this before. Is my current mistake so outrageous?

~TBC~