Materialistic

8-Coupat

"Religion commands to close the aurat, not just wrap the aurat."

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Just now I entered the house, it was greeted by the horror gaze of Mamah who was standing with a ruffled waist. Can you get angry first? Right now I am very tired and need a bed to fall down, not even hear the nagging and hospitality of Mamah at length. "Adara's tired, Mah. Let Adara take a bath or rest undaunted," I said stopping the motion of Mamah's lips ready to throw a barrage of advice.

"Your basic spirit cannot be set. Home late at night. Mamah thought that with the change in your appearance, your vices would also change but the proof is zero big," he bursts with a high tone of voice.

I chose to sit on the sofa before finally answering, "Adara abis kelarin all Adara's business first, Mah hence came home malem."

"Rushan! Business! At least you go together with your guy friends," he said on target. I admit that the main reason that makes me come home at midnight like this is because I met them, my male friends.

"Iya Adara emang abis met them, but--" Indecently Mamah stopped my words.

"When did you really change, Adara?! Mamah tired of your ngadepin whose work is messing around mulu, ngabisin same time guys who are not your mahram. Are you ashamed of the clothes you wear? By wearing a veil you should be able to take care of yourself and maintain religious identity. But what you're doing is just smearing it!"

I just kept listening to Mamah make all kinds of bad assumptions about her son. Whatever Mamah. I like to comment on what. I've been immune to insults and insults. My heart doesn't work with that kind of thing either.

"Why are you quiet?" mamah asked at the end and sat down beside me. That's how he is if he can't stand facing me who makes his blood tension soar higher. It's only a matter of minutes, it won't be long. And in the end he asked it kindly from heart to heart. That's why I didn't bother with the hot lava that was just now. It will be good on its own.

"My beautiful, kind, and not arrogant friend Adara who wants to talk," I said immediately replied with an answer, "Nobody diligently save." I chuckle at hearing it.

"Yes actually Adara emang abis way with them but. dengerin first, Mah do not play cut into pieces aja." Once again his thin lips would slip out of control, lucky I could hold back and silence him before he exploded.

"So Adara met them deliberately for the same news, if Adara could no longer walk with them. Adara does not want to say so without their love of clarity, Mah," explained my reply with the words hamdalah.

"So you're really smart, use the event do not want to go without clarity. But all these years they've been with you, don't you give me any clarity about where your relationship is going." Here's how if you talk to Mom, there will be no word finished. There must be something to comment on.

"From the beginning I've given them clarity times, Mah. I told them to be honest if there was no status and love. It is just a mutually beneficial friendship. I need them to make roadblocks, slouch, hang out, and stuff. While they need story friends and also join when attending important events," I explained.

"Yes... It is up to you to pose. Means it's clear all dong, there will never be more that you bring here and hangout together?" tanyanya.

I put on a bloon face and displayed a grin. "There's still, Mah but the rest of one doang. He wants Adara to stay." Mamah was listening to it.

"Who?" toodongnya without further ado. I leaned my head against the body of the sofa before saying, "Lukman."

Mamah looked mangosteen but the next second she asked again. "Don't you like her?" Ish, is there no other question that is more weighty anymore? There is no sense between me and Lukman, just a friendship. Not more.

"If you really have gone directly to KUA. Ask for halalin there," continued Mamah lightly. What the fuck? It's good to talk about it. Pake halalin event everything. If you want to get a halal label to MUI only there.

"Mommy is confused as is your mind path. Are the ears not hot with the talk of neighbors who say this is it. Mamah aja kelal and do not accept your horror insulted, but the base of your base is also difficult to say," cerocosnya.

"There's no point in me managing people's talk. Which is tired of heart. Papalah make savings afterlife, it will be good later suddenly dapet hibahan reward from the ninyirin people," reply relaxed without burden. My sins are too many and I need a reward injection. It doesn't matter where the reward comes from and who. I am very grateful to those whose mouths are on julid.

"Have a child who is very gini-gini," sissed Mamah slowly but still I can hear. The falling fruit is not far from the tree. If his son modeled this way, yes surely the same mother is much worse dong?

Long enough we were silent and waded through each other's thoughts, until the voice of Mamah broke the silence again. His tone was a little serious and I immediately straightened up, and looked at him fixedly who was also looking at me with earnestness. I was wondering what Mom would talk about. If it's like this, Mamah is in standby mode, no kidding.

"You know how different wrapping the same cover?" the question that confused me did not understand.

"Ish, I thought Mamah was gonna say whatever. It just knows it's doang. I'm tense, Mah is afraid of being asked by the macems." Not that I answered, I said that.

"Answer, Adara!" Ok, if it's like this storyline I can only resign and answer the potluck. "It makes no difference, Mah. But beware..kanya different anyway.wait I think first." I'm confused about the clarity but I can differ between wrapping the same cover.

"You've been thinking a long time" mama's interfered with the performance of my thinking brain. "This is how you know ketupat, right? What do you think the rhombus is wrapped in?" What kind of question is this using ketupat event brought all. Not the chicken too?

"Wrapped the wealth, it can still look like it's rich," said I in the end. Mom nodded, either agreeing or just appreciating my answer.

"Ok if so you are rich in ketupat," he said that made my eyes glare. What are you trying to mean?

"Mamah's mouth can't do anything to make you happy. Pake samain show I'm rich in everything again," as I.

Lightly without burden Mamah said, "Yes anyways you too. That's aurat what ketupat, how wrapped wearing tight clothes?"

I exhaled heavily after understanding where this conversation was going. "Adara has not been able to wear the rich clothes of Mamah," I said directly to the point without going around in circles as Mamah did. The parable that Mamah used was quite offensive. He likened his son who became the hunt for men outside there with the ketupat lebaran. Is there nothing better?

Mamah clasped my hands together and stared at my two neutrals more intensely. "'And let them put the veil over his breast, and show not his jewels'. You know what that verse means, right?" I nodded in understanding. I know Mah, but can Mamah give me time and leeway to get to that point. The process of each person is different and it is impossible to immediately change the whole thing just like that.

Hearing Mamah's words I remembered a piece of study material a few days ago. Just one sentence, but it managed to grab the attention of my brain performance. "Religion commands to close the aurat, not just wrap the aurat." Yes, I know myself enough and realize that the clothes I wear are still far from worthy according to the Shari'a. My body bending is still visible due to the tight clothes plagiarizing. Even the veil I used did not cover my chest, because I deliberately pulled it back to hook each other.

"You know you're still in the process, and Mom also knows that you're not used to it. Therefore Mamah asks you to immediately use the clothes you should, so you can adjust. If you continue to wear rich clothes, over time you will be comfortable and assume that what you wear is more than enough. You understand, don't you mean Mamah?"

~TBC~