HANDICAPPED GIRL

Dinners

Thirty minutes passed. One chat has not been spoken, either by Nia, or Bara. Busy with the steering wheel. While Nia pretended to be ordinary while paying attention to what was on the streets.

At the crossroads, Nia was confused, Bara took a different path. This is not the way back to Bara's apartment. Where will Bara take himself? I asked Nia scared. Secretly Nia stole a glance to the side, at the owner of the steering chair. Bara's facial coat remains the same, from the office until this second, wryly sour beat the poor apple vinegar.

Minutes later the embers turned the steering wheel of the car into a luxurious building area with a unique design. Miss Queen's boutique parking lot was Bara's choice to stop his car. In Nia's heart continued to ask, what will Bara stop here? To meet his wife or to his love? What to buy clothes for wife, boyfriend or whatever. Because of what Nia knows, the boutique with the MQ logo only sells adult women's branded clothing. Starting from everyday clothes, offices, out fit for hangouts, as well as party clothes. Nia learned it all from the social media accounts Miss Queen had. Tired of speculating, making a dizzy head of her own, Nia chose silence. New command he will respond.

The coals skillfully normalize the car's teeth, then pull the hand brake lever. There is no intention of shutting down the car engine. Immediately after removing the savetybelt, he took a deep breath, then threw out a rough. It is like a person carrying a heavy burden. There was no intention to glance at Nia, her gaze was still straight ahead, outside the car. Obviously Bara was like weighing the word to be said.

Nia flinch, she can read there is something Bara will say. Nia was just waiting, because asking was useless for him, Bara would definitely not answer if it was not in accordance with the wishes of his heart. Let alone repeating the speech, it was impossible to do coals. So far, Nia has begun to understand a bit of Bara's character.

"I brought you here to buy clothes for you" Bara said flatly, keeping a straight-forward view, toward the people who passed in and out of the boutique.

"But I don't want to buy clothes" Nia looked at Bara's astonishment, then continued her preconception "I know my clothes look worn, but clean really, still worth wearing. I don't want to add debt, maybe my whole life working with my father. Where do I want" Nia nyerocos, took out her uneg-uneg, while stroking the end of the clothes she was wearing.

"You forgot who I am?" Bara squealed, looking at Nia furiously.

"My boss's father. I know that, but aren't all of you guys?"

"So???!" Bara tilting Body. Looking at Nia sharp. Nia who began to sensitize, read the spirit of Bara's dislike. If this is the case, it is better for Nia to be quiet.

"I'm not asking for your opinion, according to the rules, you just need to recruit!" press Bara.

Nia nodded, her gaze lowered, beginning to return shrill, like a turtle entering its shell.

"One more! Never call me father when there is no one else. Call me MAS!"

"Fake fashion" Nia mocks slowly while throwing her face into the car's glass. It wreaks out a rage in the heart.

"What did you say?" Little Bara heard what Nia said.

"No, nothing" as he shook his head, feeling caught off guard by his recklessness.

"Now you're down! quickly choose clothes that are suitable for dinner!"

"Dinner sir mas?"

"No crap!"

"Who died?" ask Nia Polos. "That means black dong...." Nia the plates.

An annoyed emar hit the steering wheel, involuntarily the horn was the one who joined in screaming loudly.

"Astagfirulah....." Nia closed the ears.

No doubt people who came out of the boutique also jumped because of shock.

"Not out....!"

"She.." quickly Nia got down and opened the car door.

Back Bara sucked in a rough breath throwing annoyance that had stopped in his head.

"What's mbak looking for?" a boutique waiter came over. Friendly face welcomes prospective buyers. One of the attitudes taught by MQ boutique owners.

Nia dizzy stared at the rows of clothes that were hung neatly according to the types of clothes.

"Look first! Who knows if there is a suitable. Oya...grabnya nyari clothes for what event ya...?" a friendly smile accompanies every speech.

"Shirt ngela...eh..dinner means?" Nia still thinks of Bara's speech just now.

"Dinner yeah...? Come with me!" the waiter invited Nia to come with him.

The black maid enthusiastically chose the appropriate clothes for Nia's tiny body. Once in a while he glanced towards Nia, to make sure the choice of clothes was appropriate.

"Well..this seems to fit deh.... same mbaknya" The waiter took off the hanger pulled the shirt out of the arrangement. The choice of the waiter fell on a black midi dress made from combination brocade. Nia's body is not high, will be covered with the model.and the black color will increasingly make Nia's skin look whiter.

Nia midi dress

"On the occasion, the dressing room is there" the servant politely directs the palm to the corner of the room.

Bara was sitting sweetly on one of the sofas in the boutique. While waiting for Nia to pick a shirt, she opened the tablet screen, checking the work she could do.

The ember eyes scanned the figure that had just come out of the changing room, walking closer towards him. His gaze was ordinary, there was nothing special because the one wearing the shirt was Nia. The other one is wearing it.

"Have..., just take that one! Yes, yes!" pinta bara on waiter. His flat speech in the slightest did not imply admiration.

Nia's like a robot set up, just follow. Finished paying them straight back to the apartment.

***

The afternoon of magrib.

Dirga just parked the car in the garage. Enter the house without greeting. It turns out that Mr. Ramlan is back waiting in the family room.

"Theirga..! We need to talk!" he said while staring at the ogah-ogahan Dirga.

Dirga swung his legs, following Mr. Ramlan to the back porch.

Both sit in relaxed seats. Table as a barrier. The gaze of the two is straight towards the garden where there is a shallow fish pond, some shrubs are also some bonsai plants.

"So papa to Nia's house" Mr. Ramlan paused, glancing at Dirga at a glance.

"Papa wanted to persuade him to go back to work in our house. Apparently.., Nia's been working at someone else's house"

Dirga smiled cynically, because he knew who Nia was working with. Perhaps all this time Nia trailed Dirga, so that she could know who Dirga's rich friends were, so she chose to work with Bara.

Seriate......