My madam, my poison

The bad side of Karmila

"Prince Prayoga?"

"Son Zura?"

It seems that Mr. Prayoga was quite surprised to see me in this place.

"I hear a commotion from this direction. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Ti-ti-no, sir. It's not an important issue" I replied.

"Oh, yeah." 

"Mother shopping here too?" I deliberately diverted the conversation.

The thin-faced man smiled.

"No, it just so happens that this store belongs to me. I stopped by this early to check the stock of goods in the warehouse," he explained. I nodded in understanding.

Suddenly his gaze was fixed on the shopping basket I was carrying with my left hand.

"Buy Lyra's diaper, will you?" tanyakanya.

I nodded my head.

"Yes, continue the shopping."

"Good, Sir. Sorry for disturbing my comfort."

"No problem. Excuse me for the warehouse first." Prayoga passed from before us.

"It seems you are very familiar. Perhaps you are his mistress' wife" said Mila.

"If you talk it first. I'll tell you, put your ears wide. The man's name is Prayoga sir. She's my mother's friend."

"No need to make it up. Mas Fabian said your mother left your house. Why are you carrying his name? Uh, but I'm surprised. Why are your tastes so low? If you really want to have a new husband, look for something cooler than Fabian. Not even dating an old man your father's age."

I'm wasting my breath. Just so I refute Mila's accusation. But I chose silence. It's also free to talk to stubborn women like him.

"I'm done. Excuse me."

A second later my steps again swung towards the cashier table to pay for my groceries.

The drama came back when Mila was also about to pay for her groceries.

With arrogance he put his groceries on the cashier's desk. Without even talking I understand he meant to show off to me.

"Everything is one million two hundred and fifty, ma'am" said the cashier shortly after counting Mila's groceries, which were all baby supplies.

"Huh? Didn't you count wrong? How much really," protested Mila.

"No, Ma. I've calculated it according to the price tag on each item."

"We count once again. Maybe the machine's an error."

"No, Ma. The machine is not broken" the cashier denied.

"Yes, just recount. Maybe you are less thorough," said Mila.

I can catch the look on the cashier's upset face. He also complied with the buyer's request.

"Mom saw for yourself, didn't you? Mother's amount of groceries is correct, all of them one million two hundred and fifty thousand rupiah," he said, pointing his index finger at the monitor.

"Ehm, I-I, …"

"Why, Mom? Any issues?"

"I-I only carry five hundred thousand rupiah cash, I happen to have my ATM card left at home."

"Want to?"

"Can I cancel some of the items I bought?" ask Mila.

"I mean Mom?"

"My money is less. I'm just gonna buy some money that I have."

"Sorry, Mom. Can't do. All items that have entered the cash register can not be canceled."

"Then you can't? What kind of shop is this?"

"Can't, Mom. If I don't believe it, I can ask Mr. Prayoga himself as the owner of this store" explained the cashier.

That's when the man called Mr. Prayoga was seen coming out of the warehouse.

"Pak Prayoga," call the cashier.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Want to?"

"This mother intended to cancel the item I had recorded at the cash register."

"Sorry, Mom. The rules in this store, buyers can not cancel items that have entered the cash register. Moreover, the amount of price that is canceled is quite large," explained Mr. Prayoga.

"So, what should I do?"

"Mommy said your ATM card was left behind, right? You can go home to get it, of course, on the condition that you have to leave the five hundred thousand money that you brought as collateral."

"Well, how is that?"

"If my cashier doesn't hold back Mom's money, I'm sure she'll run away and won't come back to this store." Mr. Prayoga chimed.

"My house is far away. Don't you feel sorry for me being pregnant having to come back and forth here?"

Suddenly Karmila put on a hardened face.

"Yes already. I'll hold Mom's money until I pay her some of the stuff I bought."

Mila, who was in confusion, took her phone. I'm sure she'll call her husband, Fabian.

Sure enough, not long after ending his phone call, someone entered the store. Of course the man was no stranger to me. He's Fabian, husband- uh, soon to be an ex.

"What's the matter with you telling me to come to this store?" he asked with an annoyed face.

"Teach his wife so as not to wastefully spend the husband's money," I said.

"Zurais? Are you here too?"

It was not easy to respond to his words. I chose to turn my face away.

"Look, Sir. My wife is already shopping at my store. The amount of expenditure amounted to one million two hundred and fifty thousand rupiah. But, the wife said you only bring cash five hundred thousand rupiah only. The rules in my store, items that have entered in the cash register cannot be canceled. Pemveli must pay in full" explained Mr Prayoga.

Fabian then looked at a pile of baby clothes and other equipment on the cashier table.

"Goddessa, Mila. Why are you buying baby gear without my permission? Have you never heard of abstinence from buying baby players when you were young?"

"I told Mila, she's the one who rattled, '" I said.

"You just shut up! Don't follow along!"

mila Snaps.

"You can buy baby equipment later when it is near labor," said Fabian.

"Already, Sir. Enough of her arguing. So, you want to pay for your wife's shopping shortage or not?" said mr Prayoga.

"How much is everything?" ask Fabian at the cashier.

"The shortage that must be by Mr. Bayaye amounted to seven hundred and fifty thousand rupiah," replied the cashier.

Fabian took his wallet and took the money from the cashier and put it on the table.

"This is what happens when shopping without calculation. Just bother!" fabian grumbled as he passed from the cashier's desk.

"Mas Fabian! Waitaminute! My mother!" shout Mila. But Fabian who was already upset did not pay attention to him at all. He actually accelerated his steps towards the car in front of the store.

"If you don't have money, don't shop a lot, Mom. That's embarrassing, isn't it?" chirp one of the shop visitors who had just been silent listening to it.

"Mother don't talk. My money is a lot. I just forgot to bring my ATM card," he denied.

"Whoa. I also make excuses like that."

"Why did you get nyolot? Do you feel hurt?"

"Obviously a loss. I wasted time just waiting in line at the cashier."

"So, what do you want?"

Unexpectedly Mila approached the buyer and pushed him. 

"You're so rude to old people. Wasn't he taught manners?"

Apparently the hijab-wearing woman was putting up a fight. He pushed Mila's body hard enough….

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