Man Seeker Cuan

The Part 50

Not long ago the notification sound sounded on Indra's phone.

"Well by her account number." Mumbled. Soon he went to see his friend's wife and gave her the account number, as well as the money he was about to deposit.

"Ka, please deposit this money to this account number well. Thank you." Thank you."

"Wad... A lot of Indra. Whoa... I have to wear this big bag."

"Ah, this brother. Too much. Small bags can be."

"Mmm. yes. Ja. Kidding."

After that, he went to the bank. On the road, he walked very carefully and guarded his bag well. Anxiety rippled within him.

Only then did the calmness begin to cool itself when the bank was in sight.

"Finally there."

Once inside, he took the form, filled it out, and took the queue number, then sat down looking for an empty row of seats.

He just kept quiet while waiting for his sequence number to be called.

After thirty minutes of waiting, the number was finally called. Soon he went to the teller and deposited the money along with the form.

"I count mom." Say the teller while taking the money in front of him.

The teller counted the money with his nimble fingers and worked with his computer.

About five minutes passed, the teller handed him a copy of the deposit form while thanking him.

"Sama-sama, mba." The reply also threw his smile line.

After that he left with a feeling of relief because there was nothing else he needed to take care of.

While walking in the market, his eyes accidentally saw a beautiful and shiny bag displayed on the display.

For a moment he was silent thinking, "I didn't buy? I have a bag. But it's still one! My friend even got to the bag collection. One closet is all bags. Huh... So the wife of an ABK, life is very difficult. Stylish is hard. Being on social media is hard. What to show off? Shopping cart? Baby diapers? What is black shackles? Life is nothing special. Hadeh... Hadeh... The fate of marriage is the same for people. Suppose I was a prima donna. Primadona in the classroom, in the school, also in the village. But why would I be his wife anyway?" His forehead puckered followed by glancing the eyeball upwards.

"Don't he wear pellets that captivated me then? So can I be tempted and fall in love? The dowry alone is given only one million, plus a rose that has withered for three days. There was even another bee child inside. Good thing my nose wasn't stung when I smelled it. If no? 'You're ashamed! My beauty is lost before her eyes. Want to put where my pride as a prima donna is? Good thing the bees were flying when I sneezed. Indeed, it is people never sincerely love. It's always dangerous. Unlike my friend's husband, he's awarded tens of millions! I'm not sure if it's labeled as a cheap girl!" He murmured again in his heart.

Because it was silent for a long time, the shopkeeper who had seen it had finally reprimanded him, "Mba, if dumbstruck not on the street. Narrow alley. People have been hard to get through."

"Huh?! What's?" Ask planga plongo and then look around. His face was embarrassed. But to cover it, he went into the store and looked at the bags on display.

"Not also mba. The price is relative. Still safe in the bag. This is the mba market. If I sell a bag that costs up to millions, who will buy it later? Wong my customers are mostly home moms. Not socialite mothers."

"Oh, so well bang." Then he picked up a pretty bag on top of the display case and asked for the price. "Well, how much is this?"

"Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars only mba."

"Huh?! Whahuh? Very expensive!" Surprised answer.

"It's cheap mba. It's a domestic product. Handmade. Quality assured. Sturdy rope. The material is semi leather so mba. Anyway mba is not less stylish if use this bag to the intersection or condition."

"Dwelling. Very smart brother is trading. Reassure his words so that his goods are bought." Ledeknya with a smile.

"But it's a good bag." Connect again.

"That's a limited edition mba. Trust me. Only produced a little. They were also sent out of town. You don't have to be afraid that the bag will be the same as the other mothers."

Instantly his stance began to be disturbed, and his brain began to count the spending money he was carrying.

"Is it really a limited edition bang and one is left?" Tanya wants certainty.

"Yes mba."

"May I also take. Let the style be a little in the arisan group. I did not change bags!

Go on, take it. I'll press another spending bill to cover this." Her thought.

"So how's mba?" Ask the shop owner.

"No less is the price? Discard it. The last item is usually a discount."

"Yes deh. Five thousand mba. The price of capital, so that there is a turnaround of money."

"Five thousand only?" Ask me not to believe.

"That's the capital price of mba. I can't reduce it anymore. There will be no profit for me."

"mmm... Yes uda deh. Wrap it up."

The shopkeeper was very happy that his goods sold after a day of vigil.

Then after wrapping the bag in plastic, the store owner wagged the money sheet he got into his other merchandise and said, "Line! The sell-out! The sell-off!"