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PS 7 - For the First Time
"Lo wait here!" I said.
Ghifari looked at my face. I can only put on a haughty face.
"What wiry? Am I a banana?" tanyakanya.
"Ck, ." he just clucked.
After saying that, I went back into the house.
"Mama." I said I couldn't help but cry. I hugged him tightly. Without thinking he wiped my hand.
"Mama, thank you. This is the first time Ara saw my mom smiling, even though the first person to get a smile was not Ara but thank you. This is the best gift you gave Ara today." I kissed my mother's cheek.
"But Ara has to go" I said. Mournfully. "There's a job Ara has to do with that guy." I said. Mom smiled. Quote a blessing.
O God, I am truly grateful for this day.
"Ara go first, Ma." I said, then kissed her hand. Then leave.
I wiped my tears, I won't let Gifari see it, what will she say later if she sees me like this, she must have said I was a crybaby.
"It's been a long time" he said.
Justright. The one inside was just acting. I told you that his personality is hard to guess, right?
But I secretly thanked him. Her acting did wonders for my mother. And it can make me forgive him.
"It's very impatient to be a guy." I said, annoyed. Then get in his car. After closing the door on my car, she ran into the steering wheel. Then we whizzed to where.
"Lo live together doang same nyokap?" tanyanya, occasionally glanced at me.
"He-uh." I said.
"From?" he asked, it seemed he was curious. I also looked at him. It might not hurt if I told him. I hope my decision doesn't regret it later.
"I used to live three with my aunt, but my aunt died, so now I just stay the same nyokap. Why si? To you." I said, pretending to be upset.
"Bokap lo?" tanyakanya.
I just shrugged. Signs do not know what to answer because I really do not know its existence. Let alone existence, his face alone I do not know.
"Keep all this time you're looking for money after your aunt died?" tanyakanya.
"Yes. Wh why? You don't believe it?" my many.
"No, how can you work so hard" he said.
"God! I said yes, I'm not an elo who likes nadahin hands asking for money with your parents. I am independent." I said.
"What are you saying I like nadahin hand asking for money with my parents? I have a business that I build with my own hands" he said not to lose.
"I don't believe it, I want to sleep. I'll wake up." I said. And closed his eyes.
"Udah came." he said flatly.
"Argh. Lord. Why meet this guy?" I said.
"Hahahaha." again he laughed at me.
I read the name of the place we were visiting. I-i know him. This is one of the boutiques containing Muslim clothing owned by a famous Muslim designer who often appears as a model of one of the cosmetics on television. Waitaminute!
"wait. You're not wrong? Why are we here?" my many.
"Udah come in!" he said, dragging my hand.
"Good day, how can we help you?" ask a waiter.
"Please find appropriate clothes for my future wife, Ma'am" said Gifari.
I rolled my eyeballs. I know I have to get used to this, because this is our deal. But I still refuse. I was taken by the waiter.
I looked towards Ghifari. Request help. I did not want to follow this servant, but Ghifari actually hinted I should follow the servant through the look in his eyes.
Long story short, soon I came out of the dressing room wearing the clothes chosen by the maid. Complete with a veil that really sucks because it is wrapped around making me uncomfortable. I'll bet I'll never be able to wear it myself if it's removed.
Ghifari is there. Looking at me from top to bottom. With a look I can't explain and mean. But I hurried to him. I told her I wasn't comfortable wearing a twisted headscarf. My throat feels like it's being strangled.
"Please me. I don't want to wear a veil." I said.
Hearing my words, he looked at me cynically.
"Have, I if I have to wear a veil but I don't want to wear a veil wrapped around this, I say babget. I don't want to wear a veil like this." I said protest.
"Jaudah wait here" he said.
He walked over to the waiter who had helped me choose clothes. Then talk for a while. I can't hear what he's saying but I think he's following what I want. Soon the waiter took me back to the dressing room with some clothes in his hand.
"Sir, isn't this wrong?" I looked at the clothes and the veil I was wearing. It's sea blue. The motif is simple but elegant. But not the motive I complained about. I did ask for a veil that I could immediately wear without using needles. But this hijab is long.
"No mbak, this is our latest model and is perfectly suitable to be used equally mbak" said the waiter.
I will protest again. From outside Gifari has called me. "Cepet Ara, we don't have time anymore" he said.
I complained in my heart. I don't want to go out in these long clothes. Can't this type of clothing only be worn by religious Muslim women? I felt like a hypocrite for a moment. Let it be, I'm just following what Ghifari wants.
The waiter also gave me matching shoes and bags.
"Nextension." I complained as I sulked spoiled. Hope he's down.
She's stunned. Then throw away his sight. "Bad little lo. We don't have any more time. Just put that on. Come on." he said leave me.
I want to shake him from behind. "So at home you say I'm beautiful now you say I'm ugly. Very unstable lo." I said.
"So I was just a lie" he said.
"Lo's eyes are in trouble. Everyone says I'm pretty, just elo say ugly. You have to go to the ophthalmologist tomorrow." I said annoyed.
We're out of the boutique.
He just laughed to answer me. God fucking.
In the car I was nervous. "Where are we going?" my many.
"To my house. From now on, use me-you. Biasaine. If I-lo everyone will be suspicious" he said.
"Get to your house?" my many.
"Lunch with my family" he said.
"What do you have to say there?" my many.
"Lo diem is there. Just answer their questions when asked" he said.
"If asked where I work to answer what?" my many.
"Say my secretary" he replied.
I'm riled. Well, if I have to shut up. That's better. I just need to smile kindly, right? Talk a little and then go home. Ghifari gave something to me while we were in the car. He gave a parcel that I would later have to hand over to his mother to take the heart of the poor woman who had been lied to by her own child.
