The Best Choice

To faint feels

Samira and Aslan ruffled their waists inside the mall after a long argument in the car.

"So what exactly did you want to come here?" ask Samira. His body had been tired of working all day, but he had to be behind Aslan until the man actually went home to his apartment.

"To buy something that can tell where I am where Ardana is. Understood?" aslan replied, he moved his lips left and right like a restless person and many thoughts.

"What's it buying, Sam? Give opinions try while walking." Aslan draped his briefcase down Samira's neck, "bawain, my shoulder is tired.

"Why not stay in the car, sir?" samira protested, even though he had brought his own briefcase. Increasing weight it felt like stepping up to follow the man around and into the first store. Shoe shop.

"What shoes, Sam? You choose to let me differ with Ardana easily!" pinta Aslan, his face brightened like no burden. While a girl whose headscarf is no longer neat, terpatoh-pogoh come to the chair and sit on it.

"Samira, give me the answer!" aslan.

Not immediately replied Samira took her bottle and gulped it down.

"As for the father who has the idea of the father." replied Samira then close the briefcase Aslan to his lap like looking after himself. Danger if the numbers, the contents of the work.

Aslan was grinning, but was already overwhelmed by the burden of tired and arrogant because of the arrival of Ardana. Samira is obliged to work hard, people have been given gifts as well. Can't complain.

"That means you choose, Sam. You look for the right fit for me, maybe leather shoes, or sneakers that are suitable for office work." Aslan said as she grabbed her briefcase from Samira's lap. He grimaced amusedly before sitting at a safe enough distance.

Samira sobbed without a sound, her legs were tired, twitching, her back was already wanting her to lay in the room. But he stood still, with a lazy face choosing the careless shoes that he thought attracted attention.

"How big are your shoes?" samira asked while putting five pairs of shoes on the floor. "Do I, as a personal assistant, have to take off my shoes?"

"No need." Aslan replied honestly, there was no courage or intention to tell Samira to do such a lowly thing. "Stand up and choose which one is the most suitable and you can remember slalu!"

Samira sighed. "Father try first one by one, later it looks suitable!" he said a little irritated, "i'm tired, sir. Let's accelerate the shopping. Why you're worried I can't be different from Mr. Ardana."

"He's a playboy, Sam. That's why I ask you not to be mistaken." said Aslan, annoyed again it feels to discuss Ardana again.

"But that means you're also playboy dong, you're twins." Samira grumbled. By Allah, what exactly makes the boss is a fog. What secrets did Aslan hide to him. Why should I worry too. Samira had thought about it even though only as great as coming and going.

Not answering, Aslan chose to take off his shoes, and asked the store employee for forty-two sizes.

Like the observer, Samira made sure exactly which shoes fit Aslan well before there were two pairs of shoes Aslan brought home.

"From tomorrow I'll wear these shoes, Sam. Remember well!" aslan said while pointing down. Directly wear his sneakers.

"Good sir!" Samira nodded weakly. "Now anyone want to look for me again?" ask formalities.

"We're looking around on the road!" Aslan grimaced happily while there was a girl desperately pulling her step by step following Aslan who saw the women's accessories store and invited Samira to go there.

"What are you looking for here, sir?" samira asked astonished, horrified, the man was immediately surrounded by the eyes of the women in the store.

Really, just ngeselin. Don't know, do you? So don't have a crush, bother the guy. Not at home later in the work stay continues, he continues to have a twin. Ribet knows which girlfriend, which brother. So don't have a crush.

"Wristbands!" Aslan smiled, "I chose it for you."

"It's up to the important father that we go home quickly!" sahut Samira's.

"Shamefully. I bought it for Abah."

"That's what I bought for your mobility!"

Storm, both of them both have opposing ideas and are embarrassed to be seen by people.

"I, as your boss, demand that you take the bike to the office!" concluded Aslan while carrying five bracelets that he took care of from the storefront.

"You looking for something else? Hush!" prevent Aslan before Samira opens her mouth. "You don't have any cool clothes yet to meet my mom?"

"It has to be cool?" you're Samira, "It's important to be polite right, a lot if that's sir."

"Sop and cool!"

As a result, Samira's appearance did not convince Aslan. The girl he brought to a women's boutique, plus the pretext to support the appearance as his personal assistant. Out of the boutique, there were more and more luggage that Samira and Aslan had brought.

"Mother knows too much! Ntar Abah wondered where these things came from. Halal what a no, complicated sir."

"Jawab from Aslan's boss. You are a subordinate who must obey the boss. Let's eat first. I'm hungry, Sam."

Tired of himself, Samira follows Aslan to the restaurant. Eating together with a good distance like both of them are booming. An hour later, Aslan brought the girl home to the front of the house.

"I have to see your Abah, Sam" Aslan said after the two made sure none of Samira's belongings were left behind.

"I have to apologize, his son came home late." Aslan added.

No need for Samira to agree, Mustofa came out of the house and opened the gate. Misbehaved, Aslan smiled widely and extended his hand to shake hands with Mustofa.

"Good night, Abah."

Abah's? Samira immediately looked down, why the boss came along to call Abah.

"Getishalight." Mustofa smiled, then carefully heard the reason Aslan had brought his daughter until ten p.m.

"It's you, Mr. Aslan, come home soon. Thank you, Abah's son has been given a job."

Aslan nodded then slightly bowed his body.

"I'm going home, Abah, Sam."

Mustofa and Samira nodded. It was only after the car that Aslan was driving left.

Mustofa immediately asked his daughter a question.

"Tomorrow she replied, Abah. I'm so tired, I'm gonna faint."

"Who's the bike from, Sam? Answer Abah first, hayo!" prevent Mustofa while bringing one of Samira's items left on the asphalt. "This is what's more?"

"Tomorrow she said, Abah." With a giant step Samira collapsed on the sofa without wanting to go to the room let alone take off his shoes.