Materialistic

4-Centre of Attention

"I pray that Allah will immediately knock on the door of your heart, so that it is always Istiqomah with Muslimah."

arrda Nazma Dewanda

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Just as my legs were on the last rung of the stairs, everyone in the living room looked at me. Their eyes all like to jump from place, looking from top to bottom until repeatedly. I who have never thought about the words of others suddenly shrunk in the opinion of the neighbors, who already know my football is so famous with the image of a matre dressed girls are not worth wearing according to some people. Though I think personally still very polite, because I never come out with sleeveless clothes, or shorts. Only limited to a knee-length skirt, even it is not tight and also three-fourths sleeves.

"Mamah's ways I'm the center of attention" my hiss was right next to his ear. Mamah's answer actually made me even more upset and inflamed. "You don't like being the center of attention. Going around with different men, isn't that how you call for attention? Mamah just helps make it happen, but in a different way of course." Smoothly without sin the sentence slid free from the lips of Mamah.

"They are the Mama ajalah." I raise my hand to surrender. Replying to Mamah's words is tantamount to throwing myself into an impromptu tausyiah that I don't want to hear. Better back off than my hot seven days and seven nights.

The whispers of some of the nyinyir mothers made my heart hot. Not just my heart but my whole body. If I don't remember this is a research event, I've kicked them all out. Just this time I felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable being the center of attention. Mamah does not bother if it hurts the child just his wayang. I'll make sure tomorrow the credit card bill swells. Look at my vengeance, Queen Mother.

My eyes looked around where many orphans in white clothes were matching. A little pity infiltrated my heart. At a young age and should get affection from both parents, they do not feel it. While I was overflowing with affection by Mamah and Papah still not grateful, and often mendumel because of Mamah who was too chatty, or because Papah who was too busy to work until he did not have time for me.

"That eye asks me to plug yah!" I stared dislikefully at the person across there who was consciously staring hungry at me. I showed him the bogeman, so he could immediately take his eyes off. He said a religious man who knew the limits, but the evidence was that he still could not keep his eyes. Basic all boys eye basket.

"That mouth asks Mamah duct tape!" I immediately turned my body to face the side where Mamah was sitting. Your ears are very sensitive and sharp. It is only fitting that Satan cannot whisper to Mamah the temptation to break the rules of God. Lah wong before the demon whispered alone had already kicked Mamah and left.

"Mamah al-Sadis is the same as his own son. There is no empathy at all," my snort that is reciprocated delikan super sharp. In an event like this, Mamah still had time to invite me to argue, and basically I who do not want to lose, happily serve it. Maybe this is the reason why the inhabitants of hell are inhabited by women. Yes because it can not keep the oral, including me personally who does have a mouth lemes without brakes.

"Assalamualaikum," greeting someone accompanied by the appearance of Papah's body behind it. Tumben once Papahku the workaholic came home early. Usually midnight is like me.

Greetings from all invited guests. Papah hesitated to step his foot in. He is not easy to get along with, and maybe Papah is surprised by the number of people in this house. Me and Papah were eleven and twelve, rarely attending this kind of event, but when compared to Papah I was worse. His busyness in finding money became the main reason. When Papah pulled Mamah's arm to cover the corner of the room, I smiled triumphantly. Save your poor son's suffering. I hope Papah expels all the invited guests, and I can be free from this sultry body suit.

"Non Adara there's a guest who wants to meet." The voice of the security guard disturbed my imagination of the misfortune of Mamah. I got up and followed the security guard to the front porch.

"Dre," called me as he looked at Andre's broad back, one of the male friends who always spent time together. He turned around and was so astonished to see me from top to bottom over and over again.

"Yes it's me. Why lo? Sorry this mall I can't hangout. At home again there's an event" I explained without being asked. I want to get back inside the house immediately, before the big madam displays her fangs.

"When did you repent? I dream what ever try, until see you wear clothes this model," he said while shaking his head. Let alone him, I alone wear it is still confused and in disbelief.

"Go sono ah! I don't want to get into Bonyok's nagging," I kicked out without even discussing his surprise. Bodo is very he wants to talk about what. Handbreadth. Don't care.

"Adara, sought after Aunt Dita and Om Dito." Not too late to discuss the same Andre curut, uh the Arda ustaz cans appear so without permission. Can runyam if gini story. The sound of Andre's laughter was heard immediately. He must have laughed at me for Arda's presence.

"Sorry interrupted your show. Rich today is our last meeting," Andre recounted with a condescending laugh, "assalamualaikum, Pak Ustaz and Bu Ustazah candidate," he continued with a wave of hands.

"Basic Andre is crazy!" my makiku who only responded to her annoying laugh.

"You've embarrassed me in front of my friends, Arda!" my hiss with a raining look. I'll burn him now.

"Me?" his great-grandson acted ignorant with an innocent look. People are created to test my patience.

"Surge lo!" I said tell him to stay out of the doorway. From the corner of the eye, I saw him stroking his chest slowly. Many istigfar there so that his faith is not slack.

"Hopefully you can Istiqomah with a Muslimah," his prayer that I can still hear.

"Don't do much!" I said so judes and ketus.

"If there is a good prayer it is diaminin not even rich that," his memory that I reply with delicacy does not like. "Your lecture doesn't work!"

~TBC~