Don't Insult Me

Not friends 2

"Mas, today's anterin me to the market, yes. You want to shop for stock in the refrigerator," take Salsa after they have breakfast together.

"Yes, come on, honey." Reza rushed to find another helmet that Salsa would wear.

When they are ready, they immediately go to the market. There, Salsa bought a lot of raw foodstuffs to stock in the refrigerator. He also bought some kitchen utensils that had to be replaced. Grateful Reza gave him a lot of shopping money. He said the order Reza ojek every day is very smooth, so it can give more money for Salsa.

"Sa, let's go there, yuk." Reza pointed to a clothing store in front of the market.

"Ngapain, Mom? You want to buy some clothes?"

"Yes, but not for me. Make you."

"Huh? Make me? No need, Mas, my clothes are still a lot, Kok." Salsa tried to reject Reza's offer because she did not want to trouble the man. Reza was too loyal, never even asked Salsa for money if he wanted to buy something outside even though all the money from the motorcycle had been given to Salsa.

"No papa, I really want to buy you clothes."

"But all your money is the same as me."

"I have some savings, just calm down."

"Later out, you know, Mas."

"No, honey, it's still enough to buy you a setoko shirt."

"Huh? Much anyway? Hundreds of millions of doang?"

Salsa was surprised to hear Reza saying that he said his savings were enough to buy all the clothes in the store. He knew how much clothes were in a store like that.

"Eh, just a figurative doang. Not that much, anyway."

"Yes, my mom, just one, yeah. I also bought it, dong. Uh, how about we buy a couple. It's good for the condangan," said Salsa.

"By, yuk."

They went to the dress shop. Inside, there are many models of couple clothes that can hypnotize the eyes of Salsa. It is not wrong Reza pointed to this store as a place where they buy clothes.

"Well, that's great" Salsa said with a look of admiration. His eyes were fixed on a pair of mannequins wearing a couple shirt. Surely Salsa will be very beautiful if you wear the robe.

"Welcome, what kind of shirt would you like, Mommy?" Suddenly someone came up to them and greeted them.

Salsa turned around and how surprised she was when she saw someone who had just greeted her was her old friend Riska, her close friend along with Siti when they were not married. Riska's husband is a doctor who works in this area.

"Riscus?" Salsa smiled happily and tried to hug Riska. However, unexpectedly, Riska even backtracked her steps with a look of disdain.

"Sorry, Ris, I'm out of the market, hehe." Salsa who realized that her body smelled the market was trying to understand Riska's attitude.

"You live here, Sa?" he asked while looking at wonder.

"Yes, Ris. I live in jln. orchid. This is my husband, Mas Reza." Salsa introduced her husband to Riska.

"Huh? Is this the motorcycle taxi guy, Sa? How do you want to marry a motorcycle taxi driver? Didn't you do it anymore?" Riska lightly said the painful sentence to Salsa.

"Darling the hell baby, but if the taxi driver, you want time, anyway, not level know."

"Ris, you're talking about it like that. We are temen. We should support our friend's decision."

"Okay, sorry, yeah, Sa. If your model is like this, I don't want to be your friend. It could ruin my image as the owner of a famous shop here. I had a friend like this." Riksa gave a look of contempt to Salsa.

"Oh, so you want to meet me because my family is there?"

"If so why? Obviously, I want to talk to you. That's why I can get Mas Indra who's a doctor. He is Mas Adit. Then you have a brother-in-law like I don't want to ask to be known by the CEO or at least the manager that is."

"Udah, enough, Ris, you don't have to insult me like that. I also don't want to have a friend who is arrogant and forgets yourself like you!" In a fit of annoyance, Salsa leaves the store with Reza.

"Why the hell, Mom, how come." Salsa held the hand of someone who had walked behind her but remained silent.

However, when he turned around, he was shocked because that person was one of Riska's employees.

"Eh, sorry, Mom, I didn't know it was Mas's hand."

"No papa, Ma'am, take me, wherever you go I want to come with you." The man who seemed to like Salsa was also seen smiling to himself.

"Duh, sorry, Mom, I have a husband. Excuse me." Salsa returned to Riska's clothing store. Why did Reza still remain there and not chase after him?

"Mas, let's go, why are you here?" salsa asked in annoyance.

"Stay, Honey. You want that shirt, right?" Reza showed me the robe that Salsa glimpsed when she first came here.

"Yes, but that's not in the store she is either."

"This is her shop, but she took her clothes elsewhere. This shop sells, not produces."

"Partially you guys are very rich anyway, want to buy a couple dress like gini. It's expensive, it's five hundred grand!" Riska stuffed the couple shirt into the paper bag and handed it to Reza.

Reza paid with the right money. "If it's only because five hundred thousand of us don't eat, it means that I failed to become a husband. Take it easy, Ma'am, Salsa will always be happy with me even though we live a simple life. Come on, sweetie, we'll come back to the meatballs mang Jaja, yeah. It's so good there, you'll love it." While leaving Riska, Reza continues to hold Salsa's hand and also her groceries. Engage Salsa's very happy face when talking to Reza.

"You, Mas, because you didn't come with me, so I took Riska's hand!" salsa was upset while blasting her lips.

"Sorry, Honey. We'll get some ice cream, don't get mad again, yeah." Reza pinched Salsa's cheek in a fit of anxiety.

"Well, ice cream? Want, Mum!"

"Don't pout anymore, yeah, honey."

"Yes, yes."

Riska who saw their togetherness became upset. He sees a pair of mannequin statues that no longer have clothes because they were bought by Reza.

Her husband's senses never even treated her that sweet. She was always given money, but never once did her husband accompany her shopping, let alone give her clothes. Woo? Ah, what is, when Riska is sulking, then her husband seems to not care about her and let her mood heal itself.

Now he looks at his cell phone screen. A few hours ago, she sent a short message to her husband. But, until now, the message was unrequited, read only.