Materialistic

45-decision

"Hopefully what I am currently deciding is a right decision and does not disappoint."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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There are times when the destiny of life does not go according to what is expected, and I have to swallow the bitter pill of reality. Living the strange life of the household with him that I do not love at all becomes a burden and a tremendous pressure. A marriage based on coercion will not work well. Trouble seemed to come rushing by endlessly. Being tired and wanting to give up was his greatest temptation.

But before I really gave up on ending it all, God had already opened my eyes and heart. To break the unity of my heart so hard not to accept the destiny He has outlined. It's not easy to get through all the trouble I've been through, there's always an inner war in it. Moreover, I belong to the type of thinker and voter acute level, because it was also my parents were so presumptuous to take a big decision for my life in the future. Married me secretly to him who was far from the word dream man. A bitter reality that I must swallow and accept with great spaciousness.

I stared at myself in front of a mirror that displayed almost my entire body. A modern kebaya with a small flowery patterned brocade accent stuck nicely to my side of the body. Khimar who dangled to cover the chest participated in becoming a complement, not to miss a small-sized tiara adorned the head. Sweep natural make up further increase the level of my beauty. I feel confident when I talk about appearances. Please be informed, but remember not to be envious and spiteful. Not okay.

"Ngaca mulu. If the glass is broken Mamah does not answer well," his chatter that makes me turn lazy eyeballs. Ah, he is indeed the most able to make my mood plummet.

"Your dear friend," said I with a hand that was ready to take the device on the bed. Before I really release the status of single, it would be better to take some photo shots using the camera lens, and of course no effect and filter. My beauty is beyond doubt. Once narcissistic kosher, as long as it is not posted on social media only. Danger later if anyone downloads without permission photos of my chetar. If used as a collection is not papa, but if it is made that is not how? Really serem. Now again the rise of online pellets, if I become one of the victims will be horrified.

Mamah shook her head slowly before finally saying, "Mamah think you will run away and do not want to continue this marriage. You're afraid you're doing it again."

"The intention is to be rich, Mah. Just think Adara again, if until Adara escaped surely Mamah same Papah will nistain Adara. More severe will scrawl Adara from the family deed. If it happens, it's horrified that Adara could be a sudden vagrant," my oceh who got a sentilan from Mamah.

"It's a lie to you. Surely you don't want to split up with Son Arda? Just tell me not to use a show of anxiety," she who lightly sat the body on the dresser chair that I had just occupied. Polishing her thin lips with red lipstick. My mom is a lot of style to be a person.

"Don't sit! Repot later if your kebaya gets tangled. That's the price" Mamah said as my ass would land on the bed. When I finished, I had to stand like a pancoran statue. It is strictly forbidden to sit. It's really annoying.

"A very high calculation Mamah became a parent, already rich moneylender aja," said I upset. Papah's money won't run out just because I bought the kebaya I used. There's a lot in the bank. Mama is too tacky and exaggerated.

"It doesn't matter the price, but Mamah doesn't want your look to be damaged just because of her shabby and scuffed wedding dress. Shame on Mama. Study management and relations Papah invited all again. Dikira Mama same Papah does not have enough capital later."

I snorted annoyedly at Mamah's reply which was so annoying. "Shame you that Adara is performing less than the maximum? Then how are the same looks Arda mediocre? Mama's not shy about having her rich daughter-in-law?"

Mama immediately rose from her seat to rough my ears. Seriously for the sentence I just slipped. I didn't mean to insult Arda. Really, no lie.

"Have no brakes, Adara. Semalem aja you to meweek-girls say repentance, and apologize to Mamah. Uh now relapsing again his illness." I grimaced as Mamah let go so inhumanely. It hurts so much with the heat.

"Dati Adara already want to repent, Mah but do not know if his mouth. Really Adara again sincerely try to nerima Arda. I'm not going to do it again" I said full of seriousness, but actually still a little doubt. Ah puyeng when it comes to rich stuff. The affairs of love and heart are confusing.

Mom looked at the horror at me. "Review if you mess around again. Mamah will completely scribble your name on the family deed," he threatened that immediately made me shudder in horror. Don't let that happen. Where do you want to live?

I exhaled slowly. "God willing Adara will try to open the heart and conduct this marriage. But if in the middle of the road Adara nyerah, Mamah do not nistain Adara yah," I said with a snort without sin.

Mama touched my forehead slowly. "If you want to talk filter first there. Do not origin of the rich tablecloth so, if there are Angels through continue aminin what do you say? That's okay, can't it?" the cerocos. In the circumstances will face kobul ijab alone still had time to receive his impromptu cult. Indeed, the soul of the Ustazah Mamah is ingrained and cannot be left alone.

"You wanna wait here, what's coming down nyaksiin Arda sayin' akad?" That question I got from Aunt Annisa who just came up from behind the door. My wedding ceremony was held at the residence of Mamah and Papah, both the contract and the recipe will be held simultaneously on that day. I don't know how long Mamah has been preparing for all this. He is an intentional human of all time.

I glanced at Mamah asking for help. Baffled. I don't know what to answer. "Yes, have mending you down, sit side by side with Nak Arda. Your people are kosher, this is just documentation." The word comes from Mama's mouth.

"Adara ngut how good ajalah," my break up which was greeted with smiles as young as Mamah and Aunt Annisa. The two women who were almost clinging to his age immediately grabbed my hand. Mom on the right and Aunt Annisa on the left.

I who usually walk upright and chin raised, suddenly shrieked when I saw the crowd of invited guests staring at me. I was only able to look down deeply and stare at the floor that had been covered in bright red carpet. Suddenly I was nervous and could not walk normally. My legs are slowing down, like I don't want to get to my destination right away.

Mamah sat me right next to Arda who was neatly wrapped in her branded tuxedo, I'm sure it must have been bought with my parents' money. From the corner of my eye I could see that he had stolen a glance at me. I know that I'm beautiful, but I don't have to look at it until I get to it too. I'm ashamed to let the guests know.

Mr. Penghulu began to make his voice, I could not clearly capture what he was saying. But clearly he is opening this wedding event. He asks Papah to and Arda to shake each other. My breath was catching up fast, afraid that Arda would mispronounce the name and make other mistakes that embarrassed me. 

"Qabiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha alal mahril madzkur wa radhiitu bihi, wallahu waliyu taufiq." I petrified in disbelief as Arda loudly uttered his cobul. My blood seemed to flow with so much and the turmoil in my chest rebelled violently. He uses Arabic?

"HUH?"

"AH!"

That one sacred word echoed into every corner of the room. I can't believe that I'm going to marry a guy like Arda. Hopefully what I have decided at the moment is the right decision and does not disappoint.

"Please salim with her husband, Nak Adara," said the pak penghulu with a smile that sucks him. I just silently looked at Papah and Arda alternately. How dare I do such a thing in front of a crowd.

"No need, Mr. Penghulu, in the teachings of Islam should not show off intimacy in public" said Arda who made me a little relieved.

The old man nodded briefly, still accompanied by his mysterious smile. While the invited guests were already cheering indistinctly there. It feels so shameful. If you know it will be like this, I prefer to stay in the room and watch Arda in front of the monitor screen connected to CCTV.

Arda and I were asked to sign some wedding papers, which I already had. It's just that the book consisting of two copies I've never touched. But now that my fingers have begun to betray, they have casually signed him without burden.

"You have wudhu Adara?" asked Arda in a soft voice. I just nodded in response. Just before I had finished, Aunt Annisa asked me to get some ablution water first, and I followed her orders without much questioning and protesting. Afraid of Mamah's mommy.

"We pray Sunnah two rakaat after the agreement," he said with a faint smile. What prayer does Arda mean? Is there such a prayer? Why did I just hear it?

Arda said goodbye to Papah, Om Arga, Mr. Penghulu, and also the witnesses to take me a little cover towards the mosque which is beside the pool. From here I can see the invited guests who are milling around, maybe they can see the activities of me and Arda who will perform the prayers of these two rakaat.

"How's it? What rich intentions?" I asked when Arda was standing straight in front of me. Already know his wife is not good at religion, yes taught first kek ordinance. Don't play rich like this.

"The movement and the reading are as rich in ordinary prayer, only the intention is different. Ushalli sunnatan nikaahi rak'ataini ba'diatan lillahi ta'ala. Allahu Akbar," he said.

"Slow down dong," I protested. Where can I memorize that intention in a state of heart that is already ketar-ketir do not know themselves. Not to mention the nervousness that suddenly appeared increasingly added to the chaos and made my brain work a little slow.

Arda went back to reading it slowly so I could follow his lips. It took me about five repetitions until I was finally able to pronounce it properly and correctly. During the prayer I did not get any specialties, my mind was branched out everywhere. Thinking about the world affairs that will not end, until unknowingly Arda has said his greetings. I quietly waited for him to finish his short prayer session, and after that he immediately faced me, putting his right hand right on top of my crown. Just like last night.

"Allahumma Innii Asaluka Min Khoiriha wa Khoiri Ma Jabaltaha Alaihi. Wa Audzu bika Min Syarri wa Syarri Ma Jabaltaha Alaih. O Allah, I ask You for His goodness and the goodness of what You have given him, and I take refuge in You from his evil and the evil You have given him." I heard the prayer that Arda had just said. My lips are confused even if only to say the word "Aamiin" only. Ish, what's wrong with me? Why do fleas die like this?

~TBC~

Assalamualaikum friends for the first time I made a small note at the end of the chapter, hehe. At first I was hesitant and afraid to publish this story here, but the more here I did not expect at once seneng because it turns out the response of friends is quite good. Thank you for your support and support all this time.

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