Materialistic

39-Surprising

"If he continues to be beside me, I will only burden his steps in the afterlife. I don't want to. I'm enough. It's my sin, my fault, and it's not appropriate for Arda to bear all this. I should know myself."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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Throughout the journey Mamah did not even open her voice, I felt a little guilty to him to make him cry and refused to scold me again. It is better to see Mamah voicing vexation, than to have to silence me as I am now. I don't know where this car will take me. It's up to you, I'm wrong about this, too.

"Down!" I shuddered in horror when I heard her tone of voice. It turned out that he took me home, where I was sheltering with his chosen man.

I just follow it, confused as to what kind of comment. My feet were not up in spirit and my head was down. I'm like a defendant who's about to run a trial.

"What's the matter, why are you back?" The question came from Arda's mouth. Maybe he was surprised to see us coming.

"Mama's people need to talk to you" he said without permission to directly land the buttocks on the sofa that was available.

"Would Arda make a drink or bring food, Mah?" bargaining pleasantries, which get a short loop from Mamah. Already know the situation is precarious like this, but still the soul of the maid came out. She is indeed very suitable if working as a domestic assistant, not even being the employer she is now.

Me and Arda sat side by side while Mamah sat in front of it, only to be blocked by the table which became a barrier between the three of us. His face was so flat and implied anger. I was getting scared of being made.

"So you said you wanted to go, but why are you back now? Same Mom again," she said in a low voice that I might only be able to hear alone.

"Diem lo," my hiss with eyes blazing sharply at him. What if Mamah hears a silly question that she asks. Can be made into my minced meat.

"Why do you allow Adara to wander alone?" The question he asked Arda, the beloved daughter-in-law.

What kind of question is that. No weight at all. I am a free man who is free to go anywhere without having any supervision from anyone, anything else from a creature like Arda. What am I a fugitive? Heh! So sucks.

Arda glanced at me with questioning eyes, I only returned with a sharp look full of threats. Just be careful if he speaks honestly and bluntly about my behavior that always treats him badly.

"Smortality how do you mean Mamah?" The man returned to ask a question of his worth. If asked, it is not even answered by asking new questions again.

Mamah let out a short sigh before saying, "Alas you don't know that all this time Adara still likes to wander with her male friends?"

Arda looked back at me. I gave the code so he wouldn't talk to Mamah. Just be careful if he speaks a no-no and makes me more and more on the edge.

"Know, why is it?"

Basic men are minimally sensitive. Why are you still asking and it is even more dangerous for me and her. He's too late plain or his brain is not functioning anyway? Mom dared to show her anger at me. End your history Adara! Forgive Mah. Forgive me!

"If you know why you still have permission?" with teeth grinding against each other. If I could stop time, I would stop it right now. Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of ability.

Arda just kept quiet. I know he's confused as to what to answer. On the one hand he doesn't want to fuck my parents, but on the other hand he doesn't want me to get all out of it. Yeah, maybe so. I hope he can work together now. The choice is simple, if he is telling the truth as it is then he indirectly plunged me into the tantrums of Mamah. But if he chooses to tell a lie and cover it all up, then he automatically saves me, and of course I will be very grateful to him.

"There is no power to forbid it, Mah anyway as long as it is still in a reasonable level, no papa really," he said so relaxed without burden. He didn't know I was sitting here unsettled.

Mama shook her head repeatedly. He must have been increasingly clueless about our domestic life filled with endless drama and lies. Yes, who asked to use the match-mating event I all so this is the story.

"That's your wife. It is your authority to allow or forbid him. What else if your wife is blatantly playing behind." Mamah's talk was really spicy and really cornered me. Just hail your daughter Mah.

"Wife.. wife... enough Mah! Adara is single, doesn't have any other husband." I answered with great courage. Actually I'm scared, but I don't want to be a suspect either. Clearly here I am the victim.

"Only? Then what is the same news about the fetus in your stomach?" I mutely made it. Mamah was the best at making me die of fleas. Fetus what else. These matches are Adara Mah's stomach.

"Your Majesty. Handkerchief! Don't care." Finally, that's the only word I can get out.

"Now Mamah is asking you to end your contract marriage-"

I immediately cheered with excitement and quickly cut off Mamah's words, "Why not from the first time anyway, Mah talking gini rich." I'm glad I'm not a bitch. Finally the burden that I have been carrying will soon be gone. Thank you, dear Mom.

"If parents talk again, don't cut it. It was horrified until it was finished" he grumbled, which I replied with a grin. No need Mamah to continue, I know for sure Mamah told me to hurry to court to take care of the divorce papers right? Yes dong. Surely it's.

"Do you know?" Arda parroted with his look of shock. So if you are an update dong person, let's not miss the info. You kudet!

"It." This is the answer I gave to Arda's silly question. Finally, after about three weeks of languishing and tormenting life with her, the Universe allowed me to feel the beauty of happiness of being free from the confines of this unwanted marriage.

"Why haven't you ever told me the same story, Adara?" he demands shamelessness. Well, his one-lip rich female also turns out. Why am I talking to her about this kind of thing. It's a waste of time and energy.

"You want me to tell you the cake, not the cake. Not really because the end of our marriage will be stretched as well" I said ogah-ogahan.

Arda let out a short breath. "Aren't you going to consider my offer, Dar?"

Please don't make a drama in front of Mom. Does he have no shame? Begging for the love of a woman like me. There are still many women out there who want to accept him with all his shortcomings and advantages. And I don't belong to that row of women. I want to set him free, so that I will no longer be burdened by the sins I have committed. If he continues to be beside me, I will only burden his steps in the afterlife affairs. I don't want to. I'm enough. It's my sin, my fault, and it's not appropriate for Arda to bear all this. I need to know myself.

"So!" brief fast. I didn't want to make him wish that much, which would eventually only cause pain in his heart. I've been cruel enough all this time in treating him, and I don't want to magnify his suffering.

Mamah cleared her throat slowly, it seems like she was looking for attention so that Arda and I refocused on the conversation. I refocused my eyes on him. "Your mother wants you to end the marriage contract that you have agreed to. It's an order you can't refuse or refute."

I put a big smile on my very understanding Mom. "It is with pleasure that Adara will follow Mamah's word!" I glanced with pity at Arda who so showed his gloomy face. He should be happy like me, not like this.

"Prepare yourself, tomorrow we will hold a re-account of all the wedding receptions."

Booms! I was surprised not to get confused with what Mamah just said. Did he choose the wrong vocabulary? Take me to the ENT doctor now! I want to examine my ears that don't seem to be working properly.

~TBC~