Forced Love Om-om

Chapter 15 Tunic Dusty Pink

by Puji Nirvana

Visible hijab girl pashmina soft pink out gate cottage Pesantren tahfidz. He comes out followed by Marsha to go to the market to buy daily necessities. They are planning to buy toiletries and change clothes.

"Deandra what are you going to buy?"

"I'm gonna buy some toiletries and some clothes."

"what do you want to buy, Marsha?"

"I want to buy a woe as a snack."

"You're mulu food."

"Not really, will I buy a woe too."

They go to the shirt shop to buy t-shirts for the tip of the foot Diandra want to give buy a t-shirt while Marsha wants to buy a skirt.they stop by the store near the parking lot of the car. a store that is quite large for the parent market.they sort and choose the clothes they want. diandra's come to choose t-shirts. Marsha snail choose skirt.

"Marsha, is this a good fit?" ask Deandra.

A dark green t-shirt he showed Marsha. Marsha shook her head. His hands were still busy flipping through the skirt that was hanging in line.

"Marsha what is this?"

Diandra attached a baby pink long-sleeved shirt to the front of her chest.

"good."

a male voice was heard answering Diandra's question. They also turned their heads together.The atmosphere was suddenly a bit awkward with the presence of men in bomber jackets and jogger pants. He wears sunglasses and an ash hat.

"Eh?!"

"Raka Ustad? Is this really ustadz Raka?" Marsha's whisper to Deandra's ear.

Deandra flipped over her body and looked back.

"good."

"I'm not asking for your opinion."

"really. It's good."

Marsya finally got the skirt she wanted. A long cream skirt.

"Whose ustaz is here?" ask Marsha.

"sama ushered in shopping."

"you bring the things you like to the cashier later let me pay you all."

Raka takes a dusty pink tunic near Deandra.

"Who's this for ustadz?"

"Make my sister."

"Oh."

Deandra just silently watched them chatter. They stood behind Deandra separated by a bunch of tunic clothes.

"The model is beautiful. the color is also beautiful. the one who is wearing must also be beautiful." Marsha answered while twisting the tip of her headscarf.

"Indeed my sister this one is beautiful and ...."

"What ustadz?"

"Sugary."

Raka said a sweet word while looking at Deandra. Every now and then he steals the eyes of the girl who is still busy sorting clothes near the storefront.

"Wah so want to know his sister ustadz. Sure

his nose is like that of Raka. Oops sorry ustaz."

"It's okay. Please give this to Diandra later."

Raka hands dusty pink tunic to Marsya's hand.

"I mean ustadz." Marsha asked confusedly.

"how much is it all?"

"all the groceries that the deck has paid for."

"who paid?"

"mas with the ash hat" replied the store cashier.

"No ah. I don't want to owe. Let's get paid. The grotto of ogaaah."

Deandra left all her groceries at the cashier's desk. With an annoyed face he took out a glass of mineral water and pressed it down his throat.

"De, Deandraaa." cried Marsya.

"Kok was left out. Deandra. And how is this?"

Marsha is confused between groceries and her best friend. Can't bear with that he also took all the groceries that have been paid., right, baby?

***

in the boarding room

Deandra still leaves a pang of frustration but she has slightly forgotten the incident this morning by writing in her favorite red book. He wrote an annoying guy. He named it Ralex. Alias Raka jelex's.

hyah

Deandra smiled with my satisfaction the picture of a bald man with the words Ralex.His mustache is long to the feet.Nose and ears are long like a magic grandfather. Ralex this figure of an old man.in his right hand carried a snake stick with a chicken head.

"De, here's your stuff."

"What we bought this morning."

Friday is a holiday for them. They, the santri take this time to buy the necessities they need for a week.

"I'm not buying." Answer Deandra ketus.

"Darling De, it's paid for."

"kalo darling just use you. I'm a ogah."

"Really?"

Marsha unfolds a white lacy dusty pink tunic suit on the edge of the arm. There is a mature nude ribbon decoration on the waist. Aih, make Deandra's eyes captivated temporarily.

"It's a pretty color and the model is really beautiful, De,"

Marsha spread the tunic out in front of her best friend. She knows Deandra's favorite color.

"uh right? make your pass."

"This is the doctor Raka you know."

"Did doctor. He's not a doctor. He's worse than the mafia."

"Duh, Deandra's got to hate Raka. Has he ever been wrong with you?"

The pencil in Deandra's hand stopped instantly. The pencil was on the table. Her lickers took a glass of chocolate milk.

"This is the shirt you picked this morning. And this is dusty pink's tunic."

Marsha put two pieces of the shirt on Deandra's lap. Deandra shuddered.

"Marsha, take it?"

"That's for you."

"Once not, yeah not."

"Duh, really sewot. Yes yes. I take it. I wear it, really do not want?"

***

Bayu shaved his hair that was originally as long as a shoulder. He used to tie his hair with Deandra. Now he wants to show something different.

"Darling, is this really you? What wind is taking you to shave your hair?"

"Want a new mood."

"New atmosphere or ..." Tempted mother.

Bayu like to know the words of his mother, then he also seemed to avoid and find a safe way.

"It's too late ma. Go to the office first. Afraid of getting stuck."

"Breakfast, baby."

Uhuk

uhuk

The coughing sound of Bayu's papa broke the morning air. He had to rest completely after kidney surgery.

Bayu is springing his Fortuner black car. On the way, he planned to stop by the flower shop. He was going to give it to someone. Bayu plays Lyodra Ginting's song.

...For hours I was silent...

...Look at the notebook...

...I was planning...

...Write a poem about you...

...The more I try...

...The more I can't...

...Pretending to be upset...

...It's not an easy thing...

...Turns out I can't...

...Hide happy...

...And if anyone wonders...

...Who is it that makes me happy?...

...You're the guy...

Right, Bayu stopped by the flower shop. He chose the white orchid. White orchids with their pots. Don't know what's on Bayu's mind. Why did he buy flowers with his pot? Why didn't he buy a pretty flower like a rose or a lily maybe.

Arriving at the office of his papa-owned company, Bayu put the flower pot on the workbench. What does it mean try?

At the same time, a woman came

graceful wear white shirt tops and black skirts.

"Sorry to meet Mr Herman?"

"Sorry who? Papa is sick."

"I asked Mr. Herman to be Mr. Bayu's new secretary."

to be continued

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