Materialistic

50-The End of a Story

"We can choose to love whom, but we can never choose to marry whom, because the matter of absolute soul mate is in His hands."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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It is the easiest word to say but the hardest to do. Yeah, I have to admit that it's true. My lips have spoken sincerely many times, but my heart cannot be lied to that there is still something stuck in the heart. I don't know what I know for sure, but I don't want to keep getting stuck with feelings that will only make me plunge back into a similar mistake. I did it once enough. Right now I have to try to be sincere and live everything with full chest spaciousness. Nothing is difficult as long as we try and pray to Him.

"Well, it's good to see, too" Mamah said as she watched Arda and I climbed down the stairs to get to the dinner table. Breakfast together.

I did not reply and preferred to sit my body in a chair that was already available. "Tante Annisa and Om Arga to where? Already home?" I asked after pouring water for me and Arda.

"It was very early this morning, there was a sudden business he said," said Papah who was preparing with his formal suit. Very neat, handsome, and full of prestige.

"Kok still calls Auntie Om anyway, Dar. Umi same Abi dong, they are also your parents," protested Mamah who had just put some sheets of fresh bread that he had baked.

"Forgotten, Mah. Adara is not ordinary" I said with a grin and a hand ready to take the chocolate barbecue toast onto the plate.

"Biasain dong," he said, which I replied with a brief nod. Lazy if you have to extend the chat that eventually ends with a debate, it is better not just want it. Kan's done.

I thrust a plate filled with two loaves of toast in front of Arda. He didn't welcome her and instead said, "I don't usually eat bread, Dar."

I put the plate back on the table, then walked towards the kitchen to cook fried rice for him. I'm learning to be a good and true wife, and hopefully not fail and disappoint.

"Where are you going? Even nyelenong that's it," said Mamah who made my legs stop for a moment, turned my body to face him and said, "You go to the kitchen to make fried rice, Mah."

Mamah walked quickly up to me, fumbling my forehead with her right hand until repeatedly. "You're healthy, aren't you, son? No more pain or what kind of attachment that is," he said lightly and plainly.

I shook my head slowly in the face of Mamah's absurd behavior. "It's healthy, Mah. Already ah do not gerecokin Adara," I said and immediately rushed to the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator, took eggs, sausages, baso, and some green vegetables to make a complementary additive. Slicing red onion, cayenne pepper, then put it into a pan that is already on the stove. After the smell smelled fragrant, I immediately put the eggs that I had beaten first, after which I put sausage, baso, and also green vegetables that I had previously cut into pieces and cleaned. After it felt quite cooked and the vegetables began to wither, I immediately put one plate of white rice into it. Stirring it and give seasoning flavoring and sweet soy sauce. And after everything was completely cooked I immediately served it on the plate.

Without saying much I immediately handed it to Arda who was looking at me with eyes of disbelief. "Make me?" tanyanya. I nodded and sat down next to him. Enjoying the conscious toast made by Mamah, he was waving to be noticed.

"You're not looking for Mom's face anymore, are you?" I laughed softly at Mamah's words. There is something he asks. Is it weird that I'm preparing breakfast for my husband? Is something wrong? Please tell me where the fault lies.

"On one face is already tired of his care, besides Adara also has no interest in adding face again. Expensive later the cost of his skincare," said the Mamah who greeted with delicacy, and booming laughter Papah.

"Serious friend, Adara." His eyes are so dragging me. I took the glass that I had filled with water, then drank it half. "Duarius is, Mah."

"Son Arda you are jinakin son Mamah use what? How can you get along with it," asked Mamah who made Arda choke by the food that was still in his mouth. I quickly offered him a drink and tissue.

"Please, Dar," he said after he managed to neutralize his throat. Again I just nodded.

"Jinakin's? Mama thought I was a beast. Really dong, Mah if you give a question," as I respond.

"You are not a wild animal, but a wild woman" he said, making me stroke my chest slowly, and say Istigfar. My mom here if you like to be right and outspoken. Wong my mouth has no filter, his mother's mouth is the same.

"Gak Arda loves nothing, Mah," said Arda answered Mamah's silly question. If I were him, I wouldn't answer rich.

"Mamah ribet ah. Adara was bad with Mas Arda diomelin, and Adara's turn to be good was still covered. What exactly is Mau Mamah?" my cerocos that made Mamah and Papah look at each other in wonder, and before long the sound of their loud screeches was heard. "Mas?!"

I nodded without hesitation. "Is something wrong?" Mamah and Papah shook their heads in a daze, which I found very funny. Want to spit out laughter but fear of the ungodly, yes already I can only hold it.

"This is Adara Papah's son, right?" This time, Papah started to open his voice.

"Well, Papah's question is strange" I replied.

"It's nothing, honey. Papah just can't believe the same changes you are very significant. You're serious, right? No more lying intentions Papah with Mamah."

It is true well what people say, once we lie and get caught, we will forever be labeled as a liar. Yeah, and I really don't like to hold the title of a master liar. That sense of regret started to rise to the surface.

"Serious, Pah. Why would Adara lie? Adara was tired and mending the way what was already in front of his eyes. God willing, now Adara is sincere and accepts everything" I said with a sweet sliver on my lips.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah finally the prayers of Mamah are granted as well" said Mamah with both hands that he rubbed all over the surface of his face. My heart was content and glad to see his tears of relief and happiness. Hopefully in the future I can be happy with Mamah Papah.

"Sniff see you have started to change, and want to accept your status now. So a godly wife well, son," she said after she was right beside me. Gently brush my tubers, then kiss them long enough. I grabbed Papah's body from the side, I felt my weight lifted and my heart became calmer.

Papah released his embrace, cupped my face and landed a kiss on my forehead and cheeks. "Little princess Papah is an adult now, who is well-rounded. Do not fight, and Papah hopes that your marriage can be long-lived, until death separates and returns God found in His heaven later."

I was moved to hear his words, without hesitation I immediately guaranteed them. I hope this is a good start to my home life. By looking at the happy hue that emanated from the faces of my parents, it already made me happy not to be a bitch. I hope God immediately grows a feeling of love in my heart.

We can choose to love whom, but we can never choose to marry whom, because the matter of absolute soul mate is in His hands. Loving him who is not halal is indeed very rife in the outside, but choosing to love him who is halal is a must that cannot be bargained.

~SELESAI~

I'll just get here, yeah. Thank you for faithfully reading the story of Adara and also Arda, see you again in another story😊