Materialistic

41-Terms And Sorry

"Adara still wants freedom without being bound to anyone, what else is involved in a marriage relationship."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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Something that begins with dishonesty and coercion will only leave many traces of ugliness. Whether it was realized or not, it was clearly wrong from the beginning. Yes, just like what is happening in my life right now. Everything is getting longer and wider everywhere, although I have to admit that this problem exists because I created it myself.

The noise made from the hands of Mamah who knocked on the door of the room very brutally did not scare me at all and intended to give Mamah and Arda access to enter the room. Honestly, I was very disturbed by the actions of those who tirelessly shouted and pushed through the door impatiently. But my ego was higher and very unwilling to meet any more glances with the two of them.

"Anyway open the door!" I'm so sick of listening to Mamah's shrill voice. I purposely stuffed my ears with a headset that was connected to the device. The music began to sound, making me feel a little more comfortable and peaceful.

The vague voice of Mamah still dominated and disturbed my calm. But again I had no intention of letting him in. Please enjoy your curiosity and annoyance. At least I'm good enough of you guys who have been so presumptuous to tear my life apart to shatter apart like now.

It felt like only a few seconds my net was closed, but the act of Arda who was so impolite to break down the door of the room made both eyes open wide again. The man's lack of work damaged the facility that my parents had bought. Will he be able to reimburse the cost of repairs?

Without being able to prevent it again Mamah directly retracted the conscious tool that was installed in my listener's senses. Gave me a sharp look, then threw the object in his hand to the floor. The headset that I bought was expensive because of Mamah's hand.

"Explain everything the same Mama now!" demand it so condition will curiosity acute level. I just clucked slowly and deliberately laid my body on the bed, then covered my entire body with a thick blanket.

"Nadara!" his voice had gone up an octave from before. I'm still holding on with my clamor and my ego. If Mamah can be selfish and force her will, I can do that too.

"Since when did Mamah and Papah teach you to be a liar, huh?"

I rolled a lazy eyeball. Without being taught, everyone can do it. Is there a course of lying? Just be right. Obviously it's never gonna exist.

"No need to be taught nor is Adara very good, Mah," I said under the covers. Without a warning, Mamah immediately pulled out the blanket I was using. His creepy face is his. I shuddered at the non-relaxing water that was currently well-painted on his senjanya face.

Before Mamah opened her voice I interrupted her first, "Ara is tired, Mah! Mamah thinks Adara is happy with Adara's life which is now full of drama? No, Mah. How many times should Adara protest and talk to Mamah that this marriage is not at all for Adara to be happy. Adara is depressed living like this. Mamah knew Adara never lied, but since Adara lived on the same roof with Arda, Adara became an accomplished liar. This marriage only brought bad to Adara's life!" Breaking up all the uneg-uneg that I've been damming all this time. I was too tired of the fate of life that was so impressed to play me.

Both Arda and Mamah, both of them were silent on the spot. I don't know what they're thinking about me right now that frankly expresses my heart. It felt so plong, the burden that I had been carrying felt lost without the slightest remnant. If I knew it would be this easy, I have long since ventured to reveal everything.

Mamah sat on the edge of the bed, I could feel her hands perched nicely on the top of my head. I miss the soft touch of her hand. I feel loved and loved if Mamah treats me like this. But I don't like his authoritarian and selfish nature.

"Adara, dear Dengerin Mamah, son," he said in a low tone of voice. I kept quiet and still refused to answer. But suddenly the gentle elusan he gave stopped, and made me a little disappointed. Inevitably I got up from my lying position, sitting upright facing him. The look in his eyes made me calm and wanted to immediately lift up an embrace. The look in his eyes drugged me to keep staring at him.

"Excuse Mama Papah for acting far in your life. All this we do because we love you, we do not want you to be wrong in choosing someone to be a partner. We want the best for you, son," said Mamah softly full of sincerity.

I shook my head slowly. "Mamah's goal is good, but the path you took is wrong. There is no happiness that Adara felt so far, Adara still wants freedom without being tied to anyone, what else is involved in a marriage relationship."

Mamah took both of my hands to be in her hands. "Then from that Mamah and Papah boomed a rework agreement as well as the wedding reception. It was solely to make up for our mistake of having married you secretly."

The words that Mamah uttered instead of making me happy, this even re-opened a painful dark memory. "That's not what Adara wanted, Mah," I said. The look of Mamah's forehead blending together implies confusion.

"The only way to make Adara happy is to separate and be free from Arda. That's all that makes Adara happy, Mah."

Hearing that, immediately made Mamah's head shake firmly. Glancing at the conscious Arda while silently listening to the conversation between the two of us. "Splitting up is not the right way to solve problems. Mamah is sure sooner or later you can definitely cultivate your feelings for Nak Arda. Open your heart."

After gathering enough courage I was finally able to say, "Aara can't, and won't." I hope Mamah can understand and accept my final decision.

With no burden Mamah said so. It's good to say carelessly, there is no story of an Adara Mikhayla Siregar fell in love with a man like Arda. No! Mamah's words have indeed been inconsequential and spread everywhere. It makes no sense and is beyond logic.

"Your best friend!" I can only say that word. Suddenly the vocabulary I had prepared disappeared to nowhere.

Mamah clucked and displayed a mocking face. "Let's not until you regret it later, Adara."

I purposely folded my hands in front of my chest. "Never!" my mouth is full of confidence. Mama was silent for a moment, maybe he was thinking of a powerful counter sentence to make me die a tick.

"Don't be too confident, Adara you'll be ashamed of yourself. Love comes because you are used to it, you are used to the presence of Nak Arda in your life, and do not rule out the possibility that you will also feel lost when Nak Arda goes from your side. Remember well the words of Mamah, Adara."

I'm not at all afraid of what Mamah just said. Let's see who will be the winner, me or Mamah? But I'm 1000 percent sure that I'm the one who's going to win it.

"Your friend who is too confident, there is not the slightest place for Arda in Adara's heart. He is in Adara's life usually just to be miserable and suffer, so how are you doing if he can really get into Adara's heart?"

"Behold if you do, lick your own saliva shame many times, Adara."

I just grunt unconsciously. "Yes. yeah.. yeah, it's up to you."

The conscious Arda finally opened his voice, "So you're really not pregnant, Adara?" I was wide-eyed at the super plain question that came out from between her lips. No other question is more weighty?

I purposely threw her curious face with a pillow. "Pregnant.. pregnant. It is the basis of his lo who believes strongly in my lips. So if you get information do not come from nelen then."

Hearing my disrespectful speech and seem insolent, making Mamah immediately give a sharp look. "You have to answer, Adara! Mamah has told neighbors and also friends of Mamah's studies to come to your pregnancy thanksgiving event. Where's Mamah's face, Adara?"

"So you mean your neighbors and study friends Mamah know that Adara is married? Keep Mamah koar-koar with them if Adara is pregnant again?" I shook my head in disbelief. Why is my Mom's mouth so limp.

"It should be, Adara. The marriage must be announced so as not to be slandered at a later date" he said smoothly.

"Ish, Mamah makes Adara embarrassed you know? Where's Adara's face?" my nag. How will my fate go forward if they find out that the marriage I had was a charade on paper? Not to mention that later I have officially held the status of a widow. His embarrassment would definitely be many times over.

"You make Mama ashamed. Your behavior is increasingly becoming," he said full of emphasis and annoyance. His unbearable naughty hand instantly floated to my listener's senses. It feels so painful.

I was only able to grimace, feeling the sensation of Mamah's jewel getting louder. "Why should Adara? What is wrong is Arda because it believes that it is the same thing Adara said," I said excitedly not to be blamed.

"Ouch... Mah... Why does Mamah jewel Arda ears too? Arda is wrong what's wrong with Mamah?" I was so satisfied to see the misfortune of Arda's fate that was not much different from mine.

"You don't want to know you two have to answer!" Arda and I looked at each other. Mamah released her mischievous fingers in the senses of my listener as well as Arda. Both I and Arda quickly stroked the part of the ear that was the soft target of Mamah.

"Have the same son-in-law, no one really. His behavior makes Mamah puyeng! Because the news of your pregnancy has been spread everywhere, Mamah does not want to know you have to be pregnant really. Can't you pull Mamah's words again?" sinless Cerocos Mamah who made me and Arda also silenced each other and threw blank stares.

"And for this matter, you calm down Mamah already sorry. But on one condition you must immediately give Mamah a grandchild. Ok?" he rushed outside the room.

My head suddenly dizzy not playing. "May me rada-rada. The demand is getting crazier and crazier," I muttered not so clearly. My brain is still very hard to accept.

~TBC~