Buying Wife

part#6

"Astagfirefull!" Mahir screamed a little as the elevator went up. Unknowingly he held the Son's arm tightly. Sontak putra glanced in shock at Mahira's voice.

Mahira seemed frightened because she felt like she was about to fall due to the force of gravity that occurred. His mouth was swollen because he felt nauseous. The people who took part in the elevator glanced with pity and some were smiling cynically or perhaps more accurately mocking.

The son pulled Mahira's head into his arms. "Close your eyes" he whispered.

The attitude of the son turned some cynical smiles into envy. Yeah, that scene made some people baper made it.

The elevator stopped on several floors as people partially descended leaving them alone. It was a disaster for Mahira because she had to feel nauseous and dizzy again as soon as the elevator returned. The son tightened his embrace.

Finally they reached the third floor that the Son went to. They walk slowly. Arriving outside, the Son took off his embrace slowly. "Open your eyes. Just slow down." The son bowed slightly because Mahira was not too tall. His head is only the breast of the Son.

"Hey! you're nyampe?" shouted a thick woman. The son looked towards the source of the sound. Then he looked back at Mahira who still looked dizzy.

"Where? any better?"

"Hm. I'm fine, sir."

"Who? why?" ask Wiwin.

"He's dizzy from taking the elevator."

"Oh, naturally. I also took the elevator first. My stomach's nauseous nutmeg puyeng."

"Can we walk again?" ask the Son to Mahira. His hand was still on Mahira's shoulder.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry to embarrass you earlier. I was riding this tool for the first time. People were staring at us like they were mocking. I am indeed a village. I am a village, right? let alone the tool, my car just this time riding. Where the car is stingy there are only two seats. If in the village usually use a car behind which is open, can be crowded ride us. The wind is natural."

"Have you ever been in a car?" ask Wiwin.

"I often see if the neighbors on a picnic every run out Eid al-Fitr."

"Aren't you coming?"

"Sir, Mba. Anybody who wants to talk to me. My people—"

"It has. Let's go." Son cuts off Mahira's talk. He did not want Mahira to tell his bitter story to Wiwin. It would only make the girl cry again. The son walked in at a slight pace, followed by Wiwin and Mahira. Along the way to the boutique, Wiwin steals the sight of Mahira. Wiwin is like seeing a woman in the 80s.

"Good morning, sir. You haven't visited in a long time. Thank goodness this day came. We have the latest collection. Please." A servant woman and a man greet the Son. Let her come in and sit on a large sofa in the middle of the boutique.

"Please give him some clothes." The son pointed to Mahira. "Find the right clothes."

The waiter glanced at Mahira. "Good, Sir. We will give you the best. Come with me, brother." The waiter took Mahira. Mahira seemed hesitant until she finally followed the servant after getting a nod signal from the Son. They go.

"That's the girl you want to marry Lo?"

"Hem."

"Beautiful yeah. It seems like it too. Pantesan mom really makes you marry her."

"Why?"

"Yes if you marry a girl who already knows everything, you can only be in porotin doang. He knows about money. And for sure, he seems to be good. His face was plain."

"Eh, where is the project in Majalengka?"

Son silent. "Mahira was there too. I just don't know which area."

"It could fit that. Don't you ask?"

"Yet. Later deh kal–" Has not had time to finish his speech, Mahira approached with a look of surprise and fear at the same time. "Why?" ask the son who became anxious to see the face of Mahira.

"We're not shopping here for clothes, sir. The time of the white shirt with a bright material is very expensive. In the market it might be cheaper. Money can be used for others."

Son and Wiwin stared at each other. Wiwin flanked both his lips with teeth. Clearly, he was holding back a laugh.

"It's okay. Buy the clothes you wear."

"Dear the money, sir. Yuk, let's just go. That's a lot of time to buy clothes. If we are diligent nabung can even buy rice fields or gardens. That shirt's mosquito stuff, someday it'll be a kitchen rag."

"Lap kitchen?" ask Wiwin.

"Yes, I wear a kitchen rag that is used clothes that have not been used. If the price of the clothes alone is expensive like this, where can I make the clothes as a kitchen rag. Maybe I will wear it even in patches many times. For some people, the price of this shirt can be used to eat for months." Mahira again looked sad. Yes, for him the money used to buy this shirt he can wear to eat for three months. Remembering how he lived is so hard. No one helped, only that Mr. Mahira never wanted to accept people's help. Prestigious, he said. Feeling humiliated when someone gives him help.

"What school are you graduating from?" ask Putra.

Mahira looks up. "If it's not wrong, I stopped fitting fourth grade SD."

"How much is that shirt worth?"

"I don't know how much the shirt is, said the shirt is very expensive. Not suitable for my wear. That shirt could be for me to eat for months" she said."

Hearing Mahira's explanation, Putra went up. He was so angry and immediately stood up to the waiter who helped Mahira choose clothes.

"How much is this shirt worth?" ask the Son with the teeth pressing against each other.

"I-I'm sorry, sir." The waiter was so scared to see the look on the Son's face. Seeing that, the manager who happened to be there immediately approached. He apologized for his subordinate's attitude. He also explained that the waiter had only been in for a few days.

"How much is this shirt worth?" This time the son raised his voice.

"Nine million, sir."

"In fact, this price is like a thousand coins for me. If you see him shabby and shabby, at least it's just his clothes not his ethics."

Wiwin could only be silent not thinking that his best friend was talking so much to others.

"From now on, I will never set foot here again."

The son pulled Mahira's hand and passed away from the store. Wiwin followed. They entered the elevator. The Son's face still looked very upset. As his best friend for a long time, Wiwin did not even dare to greet him.

As the elevator was about to descend, Putra pulled Mahira's head back in his arms. He still remembered that this girl would be frightened. For the umpteenth time Wiwin was made flabbergasted.

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