SHINE of My Love KAMELIA At the End of Dusk

SHOPPED

From arriving at the market, Kemil did not stop holding Kamelia's hand. Not once did he let go of his grasp.

But come when he has to pay for Kamelia's snacks. He seemed to be thinking of letting go of his wife's hand.

"I who pay cannot, you who pay will not. So how should it be? My hands are also sultry..." Kamelia was made to grumble annoyed by Kemil's excess attitude.

"Yes yes... I paid for it..." Kemil took Kamelia's hand and locked it in her burly arm. "Don't removable... Let's just stay here for a minute." Kemil orders while reaching into the wallet from inside his pants pocket.

Kamelia shook her head at her husband's sudden overprotective behavior.

The owner of the hawker remained patiently waiting for the couple who he thought was super duper romantic. He smiled to himself looking at Kemil's behavior.

After paying for it, Kemil again clasped Kamelia's hand and moved to the place of sale of baby equipment.

There they entered a stall that contained special baby equipment all.

While Kamelia sorted out everything for the initial supplies for the birth of the baby, Kemil had chosen many, even baby equipment that was worn at the age of six months and above.

"Keyelin..." Kamelia glared at Kemil.

"I'm who..." Kemil exclaimed as if asking Kamelia to repeat.

"Yes... Okee... Iwaa... Let me choose him. This is your choice for a nine-monthly child." Camellia Grunts.

"Indeed Milka will be born a day old... Isn't it, baby? Well, I didn't do anything for nine months." Kemil said.

"Yes... But, long time saved... No need to go..." Kamelia was getting overwhelmed by her husband's attitude.

"I'm working now... So it's okay if I'm gonna buy Milka a kit." Kemil did not care about Kamelia's grumbling. He just kept choosing which one he thought was good.

"It's been... It's been... Please be wrapped, brother... I'm waiting in front." Kamelia had to stop her shopping. Fortunately, all the initial needs of the lahiran had been taken first.

After the stall keeper finished menota and separated the Kamelia groceries. He gave the shopping order to Kamelia.

Kamelia was so surprised to see the nominal shopping. He looked at the groceries the stallkeeper had already separated.

"That's all my groceries, brother?" Camellia was wide-eyed to find a few piles of grocery bags. There is also a baby stroller and baby carriage that is not needed.

"Yes, neng... Neng's own husband chose her." Sahut kiosk guard.

Kamelia glared at Kemil. But Kemil threw away his gaze pretending not to know.

Kamelia looked at her shopping items in a daze in front of the stall. And swiftly Kemil reached into the phone from the pocket of his pants.

Kemil swiped at his phone screen to contact someone.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum, Kemil?"

"Hallo Wa'alaikumussalam... Pa... Kemil same Kamel has finished shopping. May not Kemil ask for help to pick up the factory driver? You know, we have a lot of groceries, Pa....?" She asked him to give a glass to her father whom he called at the time.

"Well, you wait there. Papa will tell the driver to pick you up and Kamel."

"Thank you, Pa... Kemil wait at Block E baby kiosk ya, Pa..." Enthusiasticity.

"Yes. Yeah, you be careful and take care of Kamelia."

"Yes, Pa... Assalamu'alaikum..."

"Wa'alaikum hail..."

Call ended. Kamelia rolled her eyes at Kemil.

"You're this... Troubles you by papa." Kamelia grumbled and replied to a mischievous grin from her husband.

"Sir Sidiii...." Kamelia cried as she waved her hand when she saw a market porters she knew passing in front of the stall pushing her empty wagon.

"Non camel...?" The market porters turned their heads and approached towards the direction they were standing.

"Kamel wants to please deliver Kamel's groceries to the front parking lot, can you sir?" Pinta Angel.

"Well Alhamdulillah... With pleasure, non." The market porter seemed very happy to get a job from Kamelia. Kemil frowned confusedly.

"So I called you and told the factory driver to pick you up, baby..." Kemil felt bad.

"Yes, I know... I can hear..." Kamelia.

"Then why are you telling people to?" Kemil was confused by his wife.

"Pak Sidi, it's just to send to the parking lot, baby, so the factory driver is also not overwhelmed looking for this crowded stall... That was his sustenance. You don't see how happy Mr Sidi was?" Kamelia explained to her husband gently. Kemil was so touched by his wife's generosity.

They walked hand in hand in the middle of the crowded market.

Finally they arrived at the parking lot when Mr. Sidi had just dropped Kamelia's groceries from his cart.

Kemil reached into his pants pocket and took his wallet out of there. He gave some money sheets to Mr. Sidi so as to make Mr. Sidi's eyes glazed because most according to him.

Not long after that, the factory driver came and parked the car there. After all the groceries Kamelia put the driver in her car, they immediately left the market.