Materialistic

9-It's Crazy

"Please tell me that everything that is happening right now is just a trick."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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Being a student, the most memorable experience is usually felt at the beginning of the semester and the end of the college semester. How not? At the beginning of the semester we follow exciting new student orientation activities. While at the end of the college semester we must complete the thesis as proof that we have deserved a bachelor's degree. Both of these activities are activities that we must live and complete with enthusiasm and positive motivation.

My brain feels like it's going to break thinking about that final task. How not? I had to go to college in a mess just to see the supervising lecturer to agree to my script title, which was always rejected outright and ended up in the trash. Not yet finished the education problem, Mamah's request last night increasingly makes me lazy to wake up early. It seems like today I will spend it by staying in the room and relaxing on the bed.

"Let's get off breakfast first!" mamah shouted in front of the room with her deafening bangs. I did not say anything and covered my ears with a pillow.

"Nadara!" Mamah's tone of voice was louder than ever, making me even more distracted and inevitably running my limbs towards the door to give her access in.

"Allah Adara at this hour have you just woken up?! No morning prayers for sure!" mama's nagging at the time of encountering my condition which is still with the face of the pillow and hair ruffled.

"There's another obstacle, Mah," I explained with an occasional yawn. Entering the monthly guest period is always spent lazing, and of course waking up during the day.

"Yes cleaned up there, kept breakfast. You're fucked, right?" he said with a hand that tried to push me into the bathroom. "I'm not going to college, Mah." The movement of Mamah stopped for a moment.

"You're getting here even more lazy to go to campus. His job is just wandering doang ngabisin money. When do you get it when it's rich?" Please take everything out Mah. Please, I'll take it. Make your daughter's stress prolonged.

"Please, Mah will also pass if it's time," I said lazily. Getting bullies on campus because the thesis never finds a bright spot, and at home is equally no different. If you know the rich lecture is so complicated and difficult, you do not need to go to college.

"Where to pass if the thesis is not scratched," interrupted Mamah with a fierce look. "Yet, Mah is not unwilling," I interrupted.

Both of Mamah's eyes bulged as she ruffled her waist. "Bring there!" I can't say anymore, it could be dangerous if this debate is not stopped. I'm afraid there will be a war of throwing things. "Yes, yes.ah ah there Mamah went out," I said with the intention of gently expelling him.

I stared at the bed that looked like I was waving for attention, especially the thick blanket that I wanted to use and curled under. Mamah always messed up the beautiful plan that I had carefully arranged.

"Goodbye, comfort and tranquility." I said dramatically before actually getting into the bathroom.

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The atmosphere of the dining room bustling with laughter made me frown and immediately accelerated my pace. Who are the guests visiting at this early time? The clock shows the number seven. My eyes glared perfectly when I saw who was sitting behind me, and was chatting coolly with my parents. Do people not have a clock in their house? You have no ethics!

"Nadara!" rebuke Papah and Mamah with their sharp eyes. Please deh Mah, Pah is wrong that he is not me. Time and time again, children do not sin.

"Go lo! Very disturbing. There is no use here either. Just hitchhiking, doang," pushed me impolitely moving the backrest of the chair that Arda occupied.

Already several times he went home just to hitchhike breakfast, lunch, and not infrequently also the nights, ordinary for him. But not for me who is so uncomfortable when there is him in the middle of my family. The nature of Mamah who is too welcome with others sometimes wants me to bumihanguskan. Papah also why can be as familiar and as close as that to Arda. They like to give full access to the man to go in and out of the house whenever the time.

"Look after your words!" Papah rebuked me. Her eagle eyes were looking at me so sharply.

"Why the same Mamah Papah always angry Adara but even belain he mulu!" I said with a face bent many times over.

"Son Adara was awake" a voice coming from the kitchen made me turn my body to look at the source of the sound. My eyes widened in disbelief at the presence of Aunt Annisa and also Om Arga there. What's the matter? Why is that one family gathering at my house this early?

"Don't put on that rich face. Sit down and have breakfast, we'll all explain later" said Mamah. I had to fill the empty seat next to Arda. I eat with a feeling of confusion and wonder that is tangling with each other. The study at the dinner table did not interest me at all.

"What do you want to change clothes for, Dar?" The question was slid free from Arda. I just rolled a lazy eyeball. "So!" He was just a beard without protest, and my parents did not comment or rebuke me.

Just imagine, at this time I only use oversize T-shirts, knee-length shorts, and hair that I dipol origin. I thought there was only Mamah and Papah in the dining room, so I only wear makeshift clothes and have not had time to wear a veil and covered clothes. But how is Mamah Papah the same ordinary I appear not closed aurat? And here there is Arda the same Om Arga who is not my mahram. They shouldn't have seen my aura like this, let alone I've decided to wear a head covering.

After the breakfast was over I was led to the family room still with the appearance as before. I just wanted to hear a scathing rebuke from Mamah and Papah, but what I wanted was not what I expected. Both my parents were silent, without a barrage of harsh words. Where is the loss of carelessness that Mamah has? Papah and Om Arga were sitting opposite at the head of the sofa, I was flanked by Mamah and Aunt Anissa, while right in front of me Arda was sitting unsettled. Like someone who is nervous. But I don't mind that.

"Adara," call Aunt Annisa softly and followed with her elus on my back. I slightly tilted my body to face towards him. "Yes... Tan's...." I was nervous and nervous to be near him.

"If Adara were to be Aunt's daughter-in-law?" the tananya is so calm and smooth. My heart was pumping so fast, my joints were squeezing instantly, my face had turned deathly pale as well. What kind of question is that?

I did not answer and instead turned the direction facing Mamah and turned to Aunt Annisa. I looked at my parents full of questions. What the fuck? There is no wind, no sudden rain can be such a question.

"Obviously Adara is what is this?" I asked as I looked at Mamah and Papah alternately. I need to get the answer right now!

Papah put two red and green books on the table. I'm not stupid to realize the book is now in front of my eyes. My head immediately shook in frustration, my mind was in a mess after seeing the thing Papah showed me. It felt so dizzy and like there were birds flying over my head.  What kind of joke is this?

~TBC~