Son-in-law for Mom

Boy sick

Safira follows Alva where the man goes.

"Now you choose whatever you wanted yesterday" he ordered. Without a word the girl picked up as per the existing list. Alva patiently pushed the trolly that started full. Although he was upset sometimes he corrected the items selected by Safira.

"Already, Mas. It's all done" the girl reported to him. He nodded, then took her to the cashier.

"Now we're there," the man pointed to the women's clothing and supplies. Sapphira's clear eyes stared at Alva.

"Why?"

"To there?"

"Ck, yes! Go there, you don't want to?"

Safira shook his head quickly.

"I don't need it, Mom. Yesterday I told my mother that ...." The girl halted the sentence as her hand was again tightly grasped by Alva, though slightly hobbled by the man's footsteps.

"You can choose which clothes you want, or you need personal equipment, such as underwear and for example, please choose." Alva looked annoyed at him.

"But I still have clothes and do not need to buy," said Safira seriously.

The man drew his face closer to her.

"I don't want you to get angry because you didn't bring anything home! Quickly select!"

Although Alva looks upset but still Safira shakes her head. He felt there was nothing to buy. Alva seems to be losing patience.

"Okay, I'll pick you a dress!" said annoyed. Alva stepped up to choose a neatly lined shirt. Sometimes he glanced at the girl next to him.

There is a mischievous grin decorating the lips when the dress is pink with a low and long chest cut above the knee. He played an eyebrow gesturing for Safira to try in the dressing room. The girl snorted and then shook her head quickly.

"I don't want to, Mom."

"Why?"

"That's ...." Safira pointed doubtfully at the clothes Alva was holding. The pre was holding back laughter looking at the expression of the innocent girl in front of him.

"I want you to try this shirt. Or you'll find it yourself!"

Safira finally said she would look for clothes that fit her. Hearing that he laughed with a grin, the pink shirt he still put in the grocery bag. The girl finally found a dress she thought fit. A long collared dress with a soft green color. Alva sees the dress in Safira's hand then signals for the girl to try in the fitting room.

Doubtful the girl came out of the fitting room.

"Mas Alva," he called the guy who was playing the gadget. Hearing his name called he looked. Alva looked charmed looking at the girl in front of him.

"Mas, why look at me like that, ugly huh? Doesn't fit?" cecar Safira is wrong.

Shaking his head he said, "no, good. Uh, that means fit!" his reply did not take his eyes off Sapphira. The girl smiled back into the fitting room.

Alva gave a small smile realizing she had just been stunned by Safira's appearance.

"Mom, this is also yes, Ma'am. All in the same total that was used earlier," he said pointing to the short pink dress earlier. The minister who was serving smiled knotly saw the work of Alva.

"Eh but don't let him know" he continued.

"Yes boyfriend, is he?" knock one of them. The young man did not respond, he went back to playing the gadget.

"We're going home now?" asked the girl with her hands carrying a paper bag containing clothes had been beside her. Alva nodded. They both walked down the mall. When he arrived in front of the women's underwear, Alva smiled mischievously glancing at Safira.

"You don't have to buy that?" his tanyanya pointed at the mannequin wearing a transparent nightgown. Safira closed her eyes shaking her steps. Alva's laughter rose to see the girl's behavior.

"Mas Alva, we're going down with that again, okay?" He pointed to the escalator. The man nodded casually while occasionally replying to messages on his phone. Up in front of the stairs, the girl's face stiffened. Alva had gone down without looking at Safira. The girl retreated regularly after she almost fell down after being nudged by someone.

The man patted his forehead realizing he had left Sapphira. His face pias after he saw there was no girl at the end of the stairs. By swearing back he headed up the stairs.

"Hi coward! Can you not bother others? You should learn not even fear like this!" furious Alva stared in annoyance. Sapphira folded her face, again the man scolded her.

"Ck, come!" Sapphira's arm was pulled a little rough by her, then led to the escalator. But the girl backed down resisting with her head shaking. Alva growled in annoyance.

"okay! It's up to you, I want to go home, tired!" the young man left Sapphira. Alva had lost her temper, this time the man had completely abandoned her.

***

The sky began to redden, dusk was approaching, Safira pecking at the corner of the mall staring then the tares of people who had since seemed endless.

The haughty man actually left her alone. He managed to get down after following a group of people using the elevator. Now the confused girl has to go home where.

While his stomach is wrapped around asking to be filled and he does not hold a penny. Tired of standing he sat near a row of large flower pots that decorated the front of the mall.

"I had to meet a friend downstairs, you must be hungry, right? Let's go get some food" he said without any sin.

Sapphira's eyes glazed over, slowly he rose to step away from Alva just like that.

"Eh, wait! Where are you going?" The man held his arm so that Sapphira's body was close to his chest.

"Where are you going?" ask again.

The two braided girl pulled her arm from Alva's grasp, then stepped back. Quickly the man pulled Safira without waiting for the girl to return, he carried her to the car no matter how many eyes looked at them. Sapphira closed her eyes with both hands without stopping asking to be taken down.

"Now, we're looking for food!" Alva glanced at the girl who had been sitting next to him.

The man drove the car slowly. Sometimes he glanced at the girl who was staring out the window.

"What do you want to eat? I don't want you to get angry because I don't eat!" said cold. Safira was still staring at the window.

"angry? Okay I'm sorry!" he shouted in a high voice. As there was no reply from the girl, Alva drove her car so fast that the woman next to her screamed in fear.

"Mas Alva! his grandmother looked annoyed at the man.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Relax he replied while continuing to drive fast. Safira protested asking the man not to drive fast.

"Okay, answer what you want to eat first!"

The girl shook her head saying she did not know what to eat. The girl's eyes glazed over at Alva and continued to beg that the man slow down his car.

"Zinc! Okay I'm slow, we're eating where I used to hang out," he said, reducing his speed. Car drives to a cafe.

"Down" Alva orders while opening the seatbelt. Safira said, slowly she opened the door and followed the steps of the man beside her. Alva takes a location in the corner so it is more free to stare in all directions. A waitress gave the menu book to both of them.

"What do you want to order?" tanyanya looked at Safira. The girl shook her head and said, "whatever, Mas Alva."

With a sigh Alva ordered two servings of spaghetti carbonara plus a blue ocean drink. Shortly afterwards came the menu that Alva ordered.

"Eat," he asked.

The man in front of her was seen enjoying the dinner, while Safira tried to enjoy the unfamiliar food on her tongue.

"Hi, Bro! Who'sis this?" ask someone new to come and sit next to Alva. With a smile he explained that the girl in front of him was a relative from afar who had just arrived.

"Don't you know me?" asked Alva's friend while staring intensely at Safira.

"Introduction by yourself!" back to enjoying a drink.

"Hi, I'm Deva, call me Dev!" The man reached out his hand, greeted Safira by mentioning a name.

"Safira, what a name! Just as it had a name," the Deva seductress still with her hands shook. The white face was met with red hearing Deva's praise.

"Not to be so nervous!" sergeant Alva patted Deva's back strongly. The man laughed, releasing Safira's hand.

"Gue isn't dreadful, Al! She is beautiful, I swear! I'm courin ya," Deva's girlfriend looked at her friend. Hearing that Alva just shook her head. He knew the guy was a play boy just like him.

Seeing Alva's response, Deva was blown away.

"Or don't you want to move too?" it still goes with laughter.

"Diem loe's! Bacot!" his sergeant again patted strongly Deva's back which was getting louder and louder. The two men were engrossed in their conversation, Alva seemed to forget that there was Safira who had been silent since then felt uncomfortable.

"Yes, I went back first. Come on!" take Alva to Safira.

"Oh, really, Al!"

"What?"

"I'm sorry I'm my girl," Deva joked to look mischievously at the girl who had been hiding her face.

"Whatever loe!" reply Alva laugh.

***

The car is back on the slide, the night is crawling up. Sapphira looked tired and sleepy, until she fell asleep. Realizing the girl next to him was sleeping, he shrank the volume of the sound from the car tape. A glance at the deep face of Safira. Face without makeup polish on it is interesting. Alva grinned at Deva's words.

"Loe's right, Dev! She's beautiful, but it's hard!" his inner.

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