
~Clipgram~
Pras and Cyra entered the mall and Pras immediately invited Cyra to the electronics store.
"Would we come here?" ask Cyra
"Follow it!" pras continued walking and stopped at one of the shops.
Pras immediately searched for the electronics he wanted, when he arrived at the store that became his destination.
"Welcome, what kind of laptop would you like, sir?" ask the shopkeeper.
"I searched ..," Pras spoke as his eyes crept into the storefront and the shelf.
"Well, that one! I want to buy that one." pointed Pras at one of the laptops.
"So, I'll get it first!" the waiter picked up the laptop on the shelf.
"This, the laptop, is specifically for graphic design!" The man told Pras.
"Really! I take this one yes, it's all complete other in it?" pras
"Already, sir, it's ready to use!" he wrote while writing a receipt.
Cyra could only watch what Pras did. Cyra had only been looking since she arrived at the electronics store.
"We're home!" pras said to Cyra who was still in a daze looking around.
"Hmmm ...." Nodding
Cyra is confused, why Pras took her to an electronics store just to accompany her to buy a laptop, making Cyra a waste of time.
"If you just want to buy a laptop, why take me? he didn't even ask me my opinion when I was going to buy a laptop! this guy is really weird!" along the way out of the Mall, Cyra continued to curse Pras' behavior.
Pras and Cyra get in the car, Pras installs a sefetybelt, so does Cyra.
"What, you want to go somewhere?" pras asked before starting the engine.
Cyra shook her head, she was already irritated, invited to leave but like not taking Cyra away.
"We're going home?" ask Pras.
"Make it, have you said that, we go home! we're home already!" annoyed Cyra while scowling.
"All right! I can't wait to get home too!" Pras started his car and did it quickly.
Pras noticed Cyra's sour face from the middle glass of his car, Pras occasionally laughed a little because it was funny to see his wife who was different age far enough with him, Pras if he saw Cyra pouting, and he was not happy, it was as if she was with a sister.
during the trip Cyra just pouted and watched out the car window.
*****
Jasmine and her college friends are undergoing a college exam, soon she will pass the exam, Jasmine has completed her thesis, she is only in the thesis.
"Don't be noisy! take a quiet exam and don't cheat on your friends!" said the lecturer while paying attention to the classroom atmosphere.
Jasmine tries to concentrate, she wants to hold the cumlaude title at graduation, she wants to make both parents proud, and there is an interesting gift waiting for her from her brother.
"Jasmine's spirit, earnestly strive, then you will reap the best results! effort will not waste results!" Jasmine cheered herself up, in the middle of working on the test.
*****
Pras and Cyra arrived at the hotel, they immediately got off, Pras immediately rushed down and approached the car door where Cyra came out.
Pras opened the car door, and let Cyra out while slightly bending her body.
"Welcome, Queen Cyra!" pras said that made Cyra feel clumsy.
Cyra ignored Pras attitude, he walked away from Pras and wanted to get inside his hotel room immediately, he wanted to break down his body before he did Boom.
Ting
Pras and Cyra got out of the elevator and headed for their room, Pras unlocked the hotel room access, then they both went inside.
Pras remembers the story of Cyra, who worked online as a cook menu creator and taught budding assistants to chefs, having a brilliant idea after seeing the results of the images of Cyra he saw before they left.
Pras looked at Cyra who was sitting on the sofa, Pras made two drinks and approached Cyra.
"Drink!" Pras handed Cyra a drink.
Cyra turned her head and took the glass that was in Pras' hand, they sat together on the same sofa.
"Drink, and I want to talk?" pras said before sipping his drink.
Cyra and Pras looked at each other before they spoke.
Pras moved his hand and took the package beside him, he gave the package to Cyra.
"Hmm?" Cyra can only beat without understanding.
"This is for you, so you can work professionally!" pras told Cyra.
Cyra was stunned, he did not expect at all even while outside the hotel he even always cursed Pras, feeling if Pras only made himself a display only during the electronics store.
"Forku?" Cyra asked while pointing at herself.
"Yes! this is for me, and I hope you can work with passion, I support you! and if you'd like to, work with me at the company I'm starting!" tawar Pras's.
Cyra could only be silent, hearing Pras' words, he did not expect Pras to support himself working, a feeling of admiration for Pras' attitude arose in Cyra's mind.
"Sorry! I can't work with you! my fashion is in the kitchen, so I'll work on cooking, according to my talent!" Cyra rejected Pras' offer, since Cyra long wanted to work as a chef.
"Then, fine! but take this laptop, and I'll get permission from you and Mom." Pras brandishes his little finger to tie the promise with Cyra.
With a slow and hesitant movement, Cyra took out her little finger and hooked it on Pras' little finger, they hooked each other's fingers together, making a sealed agreement.
"Thank You!" Cyra thanked Pras for the first time.
Pras smiled happily, he would try to captivate the heart of his girl.
"I'm not gonna make you do that silly thing Cyra, I'm gonna try to make you comfortable with me! I'll try to get you to accept me and our marriage." Pras got up from his seat.
Cyra was still paying attention to the parcel given by Pras for him which contained a special laptop for drawing, he no longer needed to use a drawing book and also wore a marker, which also contained a marker, once a week he had to drop off to a housekeeper to buy at a bookstore.
Cyra prepares to start Boom's show with the aspiring chefs, she wears a polite dress and re-polishes her thin lips with lipstick.
Pras noticed the way Cyra and the make-up used, he even secretly took a portrait of Cyra who was preparing in front of his new laptop, using earphones.
Pras then uploaded it on his social media account, a few days ago he also posted a photo of his wedding.
*****
Clings
One new post message on Clipgram went to Jessica's phone.
"My wife!" Jessika read the writing accompanied by a photo post of a woman she knew.
"As long as we've been together, there's never been a single photo of a woman in the Clipgram Pras gallery, but these few days, she's always posted a woman!" A jealous face and a sick heart were clearly drawn to Jessica.
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