Materialistic

42-A Offer

"I will consider all this, I don't want to be wrong in my decision. Because my future will be a bet."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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I gasped as I realized the door to the room was locked from the outside by Mamah. My gaze immediately fell on Arda who was looking at me just plain, as if nothing had happened before.

"Don't hear the words, Mom. I slept downstairs and I slept in bed. Watch out if you get any fuckin' shit!" threaten me who immediately threw pillows, bolsters, and blankets at him.

"Yes, Adara. Without you telling me, I already know" he said. He immediately placed the thick blanket on the floor, placed a pillow and bolster on it.

"It's good that you know yourself. Oh yes one more, you can use the bathroom but on condition you can not touch my things, including soap and other toiletries. Change clothes directly in the bathroom. Wanna?" I'm full of warnings.

Arda grunted softly. "The name of the bath should use soap dong, Adara. Your rules are-there are. Ngaco!"

I nodded loudly in disagreement. "Gue's afraid you have an infectious skin disease. I don't want to risk your disease. Understood?"

He nodded slowly, very clearly if the man objected. Bodo. This is my room, and he as an uninvited guest must abide by all my rules. Without any protest.

"Tomorrow Mamah will be re-accounted for as well as an impromptu reception. I don't want Mamah's plan to go smoothly, you have to leave here early in the morning. If you need to do not turn back again," Ocehku after sitting relaxed leaning on the bed, while Arda was lying on the floor with a blanket. Her hands she made pads, her eyes straight at the ceiling of the room.

"Why should I?" sahut Arda still looks comfortable with his position now.

I let out a short sigh before replying, "If I were to run away, I would have to have the scolding of Mamah, Papah. If you don't know, you're their favorite ghost."

Arda got up and sat cross-legged facing me. "I don't want to, Adara. It's enough that I lied to our parents with this marriage charade, and I won't want to follow your request again. Marriage is not for toys."

I turned around to sit facing the man. "It can't be dong, it's the same way you want to repeat the same mistake."

Arda walked over and sat on the edge of the bed opposite to me. "Not to repeat the mistake, instead I want to fix it. I know the way I used to be wrong for marrying you secretly, but now I want us to marry openly and also with a big heart. Nid everything for worship God willing what has been burdening you will be lost."

"If you're just talking about something easy, you don't know what it's like to be me. You know I've never lived hard, anything to ask for and everything I want will come for free. But since I live under the same roof, I have to be able to adjust my lifestyle to the same lo. You think that doesn't need to be a process? Not to mention your sorry-sorry appearance. Your style is too old-fashioned and there are no fashionable at all," I explained bluntly as it is. I don't care if my words offend him. I'm just expressing what I've been complaining about all this time.

Many times I heard her heavy breathing. "If in material matters I admit I am weak in that, but I believe that God always bestows sustenance on His grateful servants. For what the hell are we wasting money just for world affairs that have no benefit? There are still many people out there who are not as lucky as we are, even to eat them hardship. And as for the matter of appearance, my way of dressing is indeed like this. I don't like to follow the trends of the times that sometimes break the rules. If you are embarrassed to admit me as a husband, no papa I will not be angry or require you to go public. But I only ask for one thing with you, we live our domestic life in accordance with religious law. It has been enough that I have been negligent in my role as a priest, I fear the wrath of God, Adara."

I was only able to quietly digest word by word that was thrown from Arda's mouth. Just this time he spoke at length, and spoke directly to what he was feeling. I was quite surprised to hear his confession. Even he shamelessly admitted his weakness in material matters and worldly matters. Where usually some people flock to announce their advantages, and are very reluctant to admit the weak side. But what Arda does is very different from most humans.

"But I can't, Arda. I don't love you. A relationship without love is not going well" I argue.

Arda looked at both irises. "Love is not the main foundation for a happy home. Put your love on God, love on Him is more important. If it's my business, you don't worry, I won't blame it."

My voice stuck in the esophagus. All this time I never put my feelings first in a relationship, but to Arda why do I even make it the main reason? Even though I have never believed and confused with the love that people always glorify. But why else now?

"What about the business of living? My life has gone through hedon and can not be difficult. You're definitely not gonna hold it." I'm still trying to reject his invitation. I'm not sure my life will be happy with Arda who is just a factory worker.

Arda carved out his thin smile. "As long as God gives me health, God willing I will work even harder to meet all your needs. But it also corresponds to the limits of my ability," he said.

"Gue doesn't like your old-fashioned, outdated way of looking. I'm ashamed, Arda," I said. I'm still not satisfied with Arda's previous answers. My heart is still doubtful.

"I will change it, but not to get out of the Islamic Shari'a," he said firmly.

I thought for a moment before finally answering, "Let me think, as little as possible until tomorrow before the event that Mamah is ready to start. If I run away tomorrow morning, it means I refuse. But if on the contrary, I'm here means I'm in favor of lo's proposal."

Arda nodded with a big smile. It was so visible that there was a twinkle of happiness on his face. I'll consider all this, I don't want to be wrong in my decision. Because my future will be a bet.

The voice of Adzan Magrib echoed to stop the serious conversation between the two of us. "We pray well, Adara. Now you take ablution let me prepare the instruments of prayer."

I put both my feet on the floor. "But you don't macem-macem yeah. It's just Magrib doang's prayer," I said.

Arda even carved a thin smile sucks. "Yes, Adara." I was suspicious of the pull on both corners of her lips, with lazy steps I walked into the bathroom.

I sat on the prayer mat with my chest pounding. Suddenly my feelings became unclear like this. I put on my face while waiting for the man to finish taking the water. Before long Arda appeared behind the door with her face and wet hair. I immediately turned my gaze when caught in the middle of glancing at him. Remember, just a glance. Not more.

"Directly pray Magrib, there is no Sunnah-Sunnah'an prayer," I said when Arda had stood in his position. Let's say he gave it as an answer.

The sound of takbir accompanied by the force of both hands began our worship event. The chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an is so beautiful from between her lips, my heart is very calm and peaceful made. I was completely unfocused and was instead swept away in her soft voice. All this time I have never properly absorbed Arda's voice while chanting Divine Kalam. This was the first time I felt comfortable being around him.

Until finally the sound of greetings was heard, the sign of prayer was over. If I usually run away without saying a prayer first, now I sit down and raise my hands. Assures the prayer that Arda says. I don't know what he said, I don't know what it means. He turned his body to face me, thrusting his right hand for me to salami. With doubt and trembling hands I followed his will.

Arda put his left hand on the top of my head, then the other hand he raised. "Allahumma innii asaluka min khoiri ma jabaltaha alaihi. Wa audzu bika min syarri wa syarri ma jabaltaha alaih." Whether I realized it or not I returned to guarantee his prayers. Suddenly my tears are ready to be shed. Is this what is called the pleasure of establishing a relationship on the basis of love for God?

~TBC~