
"This brat's the shirt he's trying to wear?" Said the Boutique Officer.
"It's not wrong that I was told to wear this shirt, after all I really wear clothes lacking materials so where short so," I don't want this one!! Syiffa.
"Sorry mbak is not lacking in materials, but the model is like this mbak" said Ati the employee.
"Yes but I don't want to, find another one." Maid please don't call me Ma'am!! Call me Syiffa. I'm your mother what Syiffa grumbled.
"Yes Mbak eh Syiffa means," later I look for clothes that suit Syiffa's taste said Ati.
"Good then find the spout!" syiffa.
Then the waiter was looking for a dress that fit Syiffa wanted.
"This is Syiff." said Ati.
" Thank you Ma'am, well this is a good dress, not too short just as the knee." grumbled Syiffa then put on his shirt.
"Where's good?" Ask Syiffa.
Yes good Syiffa, but even better and will add "Wow. "if Syiffa in make up said Ati.
"But this is already in the make up of my face," this is just look Syiffa said while showing her face.
"Just add a little more Mbak, will not be thick really thick," Syiffa is beautiful, said Ati.
"Mmm, fine then." said Syiffa obeying Ati.
"Bere's Syiffa, can you see the mirror?" said Ati who has finished dressing Syiffa.
It turns out that true as well, I looked different enough not to embarrass an inner Chief Syiffa.
"Thank you Ma'am" said Syiffa.
"It's the same" replied Ati.
Then Syiffa walked out of the dressing room and into someone.
"Yes, sir has left" said Syiffa.
Yes, if Fattan's speech was cut off when staring at Syiffa.
It turned out that she was very beautiful if it was this far from the Inner Barrel of Fattan.
"No, let's go, there's no more time!" said Fattan.
"But the clothes I'm wearing haven't been paid?" Syiffa.
"I don't think I'll pay."
Fattan.
Defying a rich child, want to buy even grumbling Syiffa.
"Did you just say?" Ask Fattan.
Uh no really, I did not say what exactly sir said Syiffa lying.
"Ck, did I hear what?" fattan said as she got into the car with a faint smile.
Then the two got into the car and headed to where they were headed.
"Eh yes sir if you may know Mr. Fattan with Mr. Ariff brothers yes?" Tanya Syiffa started the conversation.
"Why indeed?" Ask Fattan.
"What the hell, sir, because Mr. Ariff and Mr. Fattan are very familiar," where is always there, Syiffa said.
"He's not my brother, but I already consider him my brother" he's also a contributing member of my father's company Fattan said.
"Oh that's it, sir." said Syiffa.
"Yes, you can't call me Father." Anyway I'm not your father and what people say later go in there you say so said Fattan.
"Well sir, I call my Father after all I respect you as my boss, is it wrong?" Ask Syiffa.
"I-yes is not wrong, but this is not at work so do not Call Formal" said Fattan.
Keep calling what dong? The sister? Mas's? Or the
Call "honey." said Fattan.
"Whatt?? That's right sir,"what the hell Sir should say so grumbled Syiffa