The Circle of Love of the Grandchild of Sultan

bag grabber

“Beib, why? Bad mood is that?” asked Zein while embracing Mima's shoulder. Zein accidentally took Mima down Fifth Avenue, one of the street names famous for the prestigious shopping center there. But it seems Mima is not interested in the famous brand that lined up almost along the road. The look on his face was lazy with forced steps.

“We go to the park, yuk!” bring him.

“OK. Buy something first. Time here not buy anything.” Zein directed a step towards the store that was right in front of them.

“Kak Zein want to buy what?” ask Mima while wailing.

“You choose, Mima. I paid.”

“No ah,” gel Mima lazy.

“Select one only. After this we go to the park,” persuade Zein half force.

Mima took a look at some of the items that were there. Bags, wallets and other accessories are available there.

“This,” point Mima together with the voice of a man. A bag with an eccentric model was chosen by Mima because he wanted to leave the place immediately. Mima turned his head, as did Zein who was looking at other items.

“For you,” said the man.

“Eh? No, thank you. You alone,” reject Mima while forcing a smile.

The man refused again, and so did Mima. The two of them took turns pointing at each other branded bags in the storefront. 

The attitude of the two made the shopkeeper who stood not far from them smile wryly. Meanwhile Zein, who noticed the man's gaze was different on Mima, approached with a dislike look.

“You're sure I can have it?” mima asked flatly as she stared at the bag and the man took turns. 

“Sure,” says with a thin smile.

“Thank you. “ Mima turned to Zein with a smile. The shopkeeper took out the bag. But then they were surprised when suddenly someone took the bag and said, “Honey. I chose this one. Thank ye. It is unique, and the model is not on the market.”

The man smiled wryly. She was ashamed of Mima.

“Don't say you want to either. Look at this, it costs almost two thousand dollars,” said the woman with a haughty look while showing the price tag on Mima.

Mima smiled wryly, while Zein grinned with a puffed-up look. Zein wrapped her hands around Mima's waist and asked her to leave the couple. Mima complied while whining to leave immediately, but it seemed that Zein was insisting on buying something for Mima. Zein called the waiter and asked to pack the bag he had appointed originally. Along with that, the couple walked closer to love.

“I'm sorry for the last one,” the man told Mima.

“It's okay. Not a problem at all,” said Mima who then smiled wryly at the man's lover.

“Three thousand ninety dollars, Sir,” said the cashier to Zein.

The price is fantastic for a bag, and able to make the woman gaped in disbelief when Zein gave his black card to the cashier.

“Thank you, Sir. Please come again another day,” said the cashier while thrusting a paper bag containing a bag of Zein's choice. Zein tipped the paper bag and stepped away while holding Mima.  

Outside ….

“Kak, don't buy a bag that expensive?” mima asked while looking at Zein who was looking straight ahead. They were currently heading to the place where Zein's car was parked.

“Not expensive, Honey.  Only three thousand,” said Zein lightly.

“Mahal laah, three ribs in dollars instead of rupiah,” murmured Mima.

“Udahlah, why do you also think. Where are we going now? Central Park?” zein asked while opening the car door for Mima and was taken quickly by his wife. 

“Good too,” murmured and made Zein smile thinly.

“It turns out Kak Zein pinter shopping,” continued Mima who lifted the handbag by topping it while flipping through the air.

“Oh yes? I just found out that I turned out to be shopping. I was originally taking. Next time I'll go shopping for your underwear. No b*a already know, just size underwear. What's the size, Beib? S, M, or .. kanya is still ‘S’ deh,” said Zein in style as if he was an expert in guessing.

Although only guessing, in fact, the guess made Mima look at horror at Zein.

“Kak Zein tau from mami huh?” toodong.

“Eh, me? Yes, it is not. Shy dong nanyain soan to mami.”

“Keep, how can you know?” Mima's gaze was still suspicious of Zein. “Kak not ped*fil ‘kan?” tanyanya doubt.

“Tau aja's. But my instinct is only for you, Beib. Aaarrrrgh!” zein said while pretending to pounce on Mima with a high tone of voice. Mima was shocked and hit the bag she was holding onto Zein's face.

“Aaww!” cry Zein quietly while covering her face.

“Eh? Sorry, Sis. Reflex, hehehe,” cangir Mima. “Try see.” Mima put the bag in her grasp, then kept Zein's hand away from the face.

“Baa!”

“Ish, Brother Zein! Mima hit again yes,” threatened Mima while raising her hand. Zein smiled faintly looking at Mima's bent face.

“Sorry, Dear. I'm just kidding. You're not a ya. Not again. Good thing the bag holds, hehehe. Sorry, Beib,” regretted Zein while putting on her cute pretentious face.

“Mima smacking smile while glaring. He felt angry and regretful for what he just did.

“Mima should apologize. Sorry, Brother. Doesn't hurt?” she moved her hand to touch Zein's face.

“Sickly. Well, over here, Beib. Pain .. kiss dong. Zein pretends to grimace while thrusting her cheek at Mima.

“Idih, start deh mode,” pelik Mima. But no doubt kissed Zein cheek too.

“This is also,” said Zein who then thrust the other cheek. Mima turned the lazy eyeball, and inevitably aimed her pursed lips at Zein's cheek. Unfortunately, not yet had the lips flat perfectly, Zein moved his face and actually scooped Mima's lips.

Mima who did not expect this suddenly rounded his eyes. He pecked, and let Zein kiss him long enough.

They did not realize, the couple in the store was looking from the front of the car. The man grinned faintly before passing through the car. While the woman was snorting, then got into the car. Who would have thought if the car parked in front of Zein's car was the man's car. The sound of the car managed to make Mima aware of his behavior, then pushed Zein's body slowly.

“Come to the park, Brother,” he said slowly while wiping the rest of the saliva around his lips.

“OK. What are you going to eat this afternoon?” ask Zein. 

“Steak,” says Mima slowly.

“OK. I thought you'd say ‘terasern’,” seloroh Zein.

“If Mima says ‘terasor’, continue later Kak Zein buyin Mima fried chicken. Yes, no need to laah. Mima again wants to eat steak,” timpal Mima that makes Zein to make a smile. Zein began turning the wheel toward the city park that became a favorite of New York City residents.

“What to buy, confused. Don't even want to. Turn asked what to eat? Immediately answer, no small talk. Hehehe, this one,” muttered Zein in his heart while glancing at Mima who was reinserting the bag into the paper bag. Zein smears a smile. The hue on his face could not lie. Salman Al-Azmi's granddaughter is in love.

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