MY LOVE ENDS WITH YOU

MALL 2'S

NARITA POV

 

Suddenly Dave got into a famous brand boutique selling expensive items. If I love the money if I spend money to buy goods here. I'm just tailing by still pushing the stroller. He headed to the women's section, flipped back, picked up, then weighed as if he was thinking ‘is his size enough? Does he like it?’.

Finally I chose to sit on the sofa provided for the visitors, while still watching Karen who was sleeping fast. Every now and then, Dave turns to me with his flat face, probably afraid I might disappear from there times.

 

I saw him walking up to me with a few pieces of clothes and said “Cobain!” without further ado, he immediately thrust the clothes in front of my face.

 

“No. Thanks” I answered with a wry smile. I wonder why I tried clothes that weren't for me.

 

“I paid you today not only to take care of Karen in the mall, but also to try on the clothes I would give someone. I don't accept rejection. Cobain!” this time he nerocos quite long, make a day.

 

Finally I stood up with a pouting face, a sharp gaze, then a hand moved as fast as lightning grabbed roughly the clothes. I've forgotten that I left Karen in her stroller.

 

“Please take care of Karen for a moment!” I turned around at a glance just to ask for it, he was still in a standing position pushing straight at Karen's stroller and following me near the changing room.

 

“You what?” I said when I was surprised he was already in front of the locker room door.

 

“After you wear it, show it to me! I have to know if the shirt matches gak” he said with a flat face then I immediately closed the door.

 

There are 5 clothes that I wear alternately. Every time I finish wearing it, I go out and show it to her. Sometimes he asks me to turn around, ahhh it really sucks this guy. What do you think I am a model photo? Why didn't he ask his servant to try Sie? I'm the most lazy to try this if not to buy, aboute ribet should mengebenerin again hijabnya.

 

From the expression of his face, if he thinks good, he will be beardy and smile, while if not good then it will be gnarled head and lips widened in a clenched position.

 

After I tried everything, the clothes were immediately handed back to her. He took the shirt, then he left me and went to the cashier. Again and again I still follow him without speaking a word if not asked.

 

Then we got out of the boutique. Now he goes back to the other boutique. It is much more expensive than the previous boutiques. I again chose to sit on the visitor's sofa, while she went to the women's bag section.

 

I wonder, why did he buy those things? It's possible for Karen's mother, I don't know. What is clear is that I was waiting for him to buy a tie, why hasn't he bought it so far? Buy it at another boutique.

 

Then I picked up a drink served by the waiter at the boutique. The choice is wine and orange juice and of course I choose halal. Ahh, Alhamdullillah this drink is very effective to quench thirst.

 

“Ayo” he approached me with a paperbag already in his hand. I was shocked and raised my head, then I answered with a nod of my head, stood up, walked by pushing the stroller.

 

I was behind him, now he slowed his steps, turned to me, and seemed to align his steps with mine. And now we walk side by side. I pushed the stroller while he carried both paperbags filled with branded goods.

 

He re-entered the boutique which was famous for having the most fantastic prices. Anyone who carries this bag can be guessed if he is in the group ‘sultan’. Even just entering the button has made my legs shake. Boro-boro dreamed of having one of these things, just getting into the boutique I felt inappropriate.

 

Again and again I was just waiting for him on the sofa. I still watch him from a distance. He is currently interacting with a boutique waiter. I prefer to play Sosmed.

 

“Help me choose” suddenly he's already grabbed my sleeve and pulled it.

 

“Tu wait, Karen?” she's already pulled me away from Karen's stroller.

 

“Which is good?” we arrived at a storefront that displayed several collections of ties with various colors. He looked at me then moved to look at the row of ties.

 

“I don't know, Mister!” I answered with a little hesitation.

 

Ah strange too nie the Master Dave. Why ask for my opinion, he will have an assistant Teddy who can take care of all his needs.

 

“If this one how?” he still desperately asked for my opinion when I clearly males commented.

 

For a moment I lyricized that tie. Good sie but I think the color is too striking and the pattern is too strange, less ‘macho’. Yes it is sie is the color of the sultan's brand identity sie, but kok yaa not suitable if he is using.

 

“It was too conspicuous, Sir. Not macho” I answered it still staring at the tie he was holding.

 

“yayyaa,, then which one is macho?”

“Hmmm,, if this one how?” finally inevitably I began to look one by one tie in the display case, then after finding the one that I think is the best, I immediately pointed using my index finger.

 

“Hmmm He nodded and nodded.

“Boleh this one only if so” Dave asked the waiter to get me a tie of my choice.

I think the sie period is this easy he chose a tie, why yes he replied.

 

“If this is good don't?” now Dave has stood in the ranks of scarves that are usually used for women. She held onto one of the beautiful scarves, then looked at me and asked for my opinion.

 

“If it is for you, it does not fit Sir. That's scarf for women” I admit scarf is good, but not really if used him.

 

“I want to give it to someone. Do you as the one representing the woman, like her?”

 

“Iya. That's gorgeous”

 

“Oke.”

“Please this one also yes!” Dave asked the waiter to bring him the scarf.

 

“Do you like that bag?” now Dave is turning to the shelf line that contains rows of bags priced hundreds of millions or even billions.

 

“Rather than to buy the bag, I better use the money to go home Indonesia alone, Tuan” replied I ceplas ceplos and what it is, beyond suspicion Dave who from earlier impressed fierce, pretentious cool, and, flat, suddenly laughing out loud until his shoulders were shaken violently.

 

“You are so innocent, Na” Dave said it with a laugh.

 

“Plain? Meaning?”

 

“Iya just this time I met a woman like you. The woman I usually meet will say ‘suka, would you like to buy?’, but you are different”

 

“Iya I speak as is, Sir. For me what it means expensive bags, if my happiness is to be close to family and do not have expensive bags worth billions of rupiah!” suddenly Dave stopped suddenly his laughter which had begun to subside. Now she turned to look at me, looking fixedly into my eyes, and suddenly her lips were pulled upwards forming a truly sweet arch.