The Shadow of Semu Love

Shopped

I came home with my son. My bike had to be left at the man's house. They said someone would take her home. Before returning home, my son took me to the shopping center. 

"Would we come here?" I asked, after getting out of the car that is currently parked in the basement. 

"Shop your needs, yes. Next week mama said she would introduce you to our extended family," replied the son, turning to me for a moment. 

"I don't need anything, Put. Let's just go home, yeah." I tried to persuade her, subconsciously I wrapped my hand in her sturdy arm. 

"No way, yes. This is my mother's order" said the son firmly. 

Finally I was forced to follow in the footsteps of my son, my future husband. The man picked out a few suits and dresses and gave them to me. 

"Try there!" the Son's commandment is to give all the clothes he chooses. 

"This much?" manya. 

Actually I'm the laziest if I have to try first something that hasn't been bought. However, not wanting to cause a commotion, I also obeyed the Son's order. 

Several times I tried on the clothes chosen by the Son. The man always smiled happily and said I was beautiful in that outfit. Now there are only three dresses with different materials, models, and colors. 

I decided to try the black dress first. Dress with a quarter sleeve model and on the neck slightly open. After wearing the dress, I came out of the dressing room. 

I approached the Son who was reading a magazine, and I called his name, "Son!" 

He looked, then flinching. No response came from his lips. This man was hypnotized by something so charming. 

I turned to the side, checking the state of the place that was starting to get a little crowded. Honestly, I'm very uncomfortable wearing a dress with this model. 

'Oh, yeah! He's even daydreaming.' 

I had to shake my hand right in front of his face, until he was aghast. "Tasya!" 

"You're dreaming, anyway! I'm not comfortable with this" I complained to him. 

"Replace, you are not suitable to wear this clothes," he said. 

His orders this time made me breathe a sigh of relief. For the first time he was like me. In fact, usually the Son always had a different opinion from me. 

I went back into the dressing room. Now I take off the open dress attached to my body, then I replace it with another model dress. 

"It's worse!" I grumbled as I looked in the mirror at how I looked right now. 

How not, the dress I am currently wearing has a cleavage that makes my personal area a little exposed. Really, I really don't want to show this to the Son. What if the man asks me to wear this dress next Sunday? 

I shook my head when I imagined it happening. Really, I really don't want to wear a model outfit like this. Not my type and favorite at all. 

"Tasya!" 

I heard my son calling me. Maybe, he's getting upset because I've been in here too long. 

"Haven't?" ask from outside. 

"Put, I don't think this one, deh! I'm ashamed to wear clothes like this" I said, still trying to survive in the dressing room. 

"Show me first. I'll decide" he replied firmly. 

With doubt, I forced my feet to walk out. I opened the locker room door, which immediately made the Son can see me right then and there. He was standing right in front of the locker room door. 

That netra hazel melolot perfectly upon seeing my current appearance. Without saying anything, he flipped my body and pushed me back into the dressing room. "Don't wear that dress. I don't want to take any bad risks that will happen" he said. 

Again, I reopened the dress that was attached to my body, then replaced it with the last choice of Son. The dress is now closed. Although the length is only below the knee, but I think this dress is much better than the two dresses I tried. 

"It's just comfortable" I said relieved. 

I'll be out of the locker room soon. Apparently, the son was back sitting on the sofa with his hands holding the magazine. When he heard the sound of footsteps, the Son turned his gaze towards me. 

I saw him smile with relief. This dress was much preferred by the man. That's why she reacted so sweetly. 

"Where?" ask me when we're face to face. 

"You're getting prettier, Shah," the praise escaped from the thick lips of the Son. 

For the first time, I blushed when I heard a compliment from a man. Has my heart begun to melt with the charm and wisdom of the Son? I don't know, only my heart knows the answer. 

"Yes, your cheeks, really, red."

I immediately lowered my face when I heard the Son's words just now. Really, I'm ashamed that Son saw my cheeks blushing from his praise. 

I rubbed my face rough, but suddenly my son's hand prevented me from doing so. The man held my chin with his thumb and index finger, then slightly pulled it so that I looked up. 

"Don't be rubbed, it will be redder, Shay" said the Son, who made me blush more and more. 

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After shopping for Yangs's needs, I really didn't need it at all, we went home. When Putra's car had just stopped in the yard, I could see that my bike was also parked on the front porch. 

I looked at the Son who was also looking at me. "Let if you want to go out is not difficult, Shay. That's the only bike in your house, isn't it?" 

I nodded, she was really understanding. Very sensitive to circumstances and the environment. In fact, his age is also not too mature, but his attitude is quite mature. Is it because he works as a teacher, so he has a very wise attitude? I am so lucky to have been betrothed to a man like this Son. 

I shook my head when I realized what was going through my mind. No, I can't possibly open my heart this fast. I resisted the glimmer of feeling that had perched in my heart at this moment. 

"Yes, you're, you're, like, weird, anyway?" 

Instantly I became awkward when the Son said that. "Weird how?" many wonder. 

"Yes, you suddenly nod, keep the next second rolling. Rich song pop project alone," he said teasingly