Wife 100 Days

Chapters. 35 Meet Mak Lampir at the Mall

"What should I do, O Allah." - O Nayla with trembling lips.

"Look... Nay kangen, hiks .. hiks.."

At a time like this, Nayla really wanted to pour out all her heart to Grandpa. But all that he did was because he didn't want his grandfather to know how strange his domestic life was.

Ting ....

A notification came to Nayla's phone. Soon he reached into her pants pocket and took her cell phone. It is clearly visible on the screen of his phone there is the name of the friend who sent the message.

"Astagfirullah ... I forgot that today I have an appointment with Santi" Nayla murmured.

She immediately wiped away her tears and got up to clean herself. At least when he met the friend later he was already in a fresh state not messy like before.

After cleaning up, Nayla rearranges her appearance. He chose to use jeans and a white t-shirt not to forget white sneakers to perfect his appearance. Her face she polishes with a thin make up to cover her puffy face for her hair she lets keep unraveling.

"Done." said Nayla smilingly looking at her appearance in the mirror.

"Actually you're beautiful, you're also no less sexy body with the Vampire Mak, but why your husband never glanced at you at all," nayla monologue with her reflection in the mirror while turning her body.

"Argh .. I've been like a madman talking to myself" said Nayla, chuckling at her behavior.

"I should leave immediately before Santi ngomel - ngomel not clear later" said Nayla.

Drrrt...

"This child's been this whole life."

"Hallo San ..."

Nayla instantly kept her phone away from her ears when she heard the screams from the person across the street.

"Yes, this is also already want otw there," said Nayla while grabbing her sling bag on the table.

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It only took thirty minutes finally Nayla arrived at the Mall that Santi chose. In front of the entrance Santi had been waiting for her like a hot worm, because she had been waiting for the friend to come from an hour ago.

"Stop !!" nayla said by raising her index finger in front of Santi's lips and looking intently at Santi.

He knew that his best friend would certainly nag at length over his delay. Santi who got a sharp glare from the friend just snorted annoyedly and threw his breath rough.

"I should be the one who is angry Nay. why this hour you just nongol sech, I've been waiting for you an hour you know, where your phone is very difficult to contact," said upset Santi.

"I am sorry." replied Nayla lifting her two fingers up with a sweet smile.

Huhhhh.....

"It's a good thing you're beautiful Nay.so I'm sorry dech," said Santi with a slightly irritated expression.

Nayla knitted her brows at the absurd answer from her best friend. Santi who understands immediately embraces the friend into the Mall.

"If you're not beautiful where would I be friends with you, Nay" said Santi cengengesan. And instantly got a small pinch on her waist by Nayla.

"Sick tau Nay..," cried Santi as he ran after Nayla who had walked ahead of him.

Finally the two friends went around the Mall to find the items they wanted, more precisely what Santi wanted. Sometimes they joke while walking from one store to another.

"Nay.. turns out the price - the price here is expensive - expensive," whispered Santi plain.

During this time they rarely buy goods in the Mall, they shop more often in the market. In addition to the cheaper price, there they can also channel their hobby of bidding on goods.

"Lha already knows here the price is expensive, why nyari gift and dress for the party here San," said Nayla.

"Heheheheh... once - a stylish time Nay shopping in the Mall, besides my cousin is high taste Nay, and he married a businessman also a C E YO if not wrong."

"Yes that's what I mean, understand Nay my tongue likes to sprain when saying words that smell English," replied Santi cengengesan.

Nayla just shook her head looking at the behavior of her best friend.

"Nay. see it looks like in the store again there is a sale dech.it there is writing plastered in front of him," said Santi pointed to one of the stores not far from their presence.

Then the two of them walked over to the shop Santi had appointed earlier. Arriving in front of the store Santi immediately asked the shopkeeper to make sure whether it was right in the store there was a sale again. It turned out to be true if in the store there was a sale. Santi went straight into the store.

"Come on Nay hunt.." Santi's enthusiasm pulls Nayla's hand into the store.

In the store, they sell party dresses. And the goods sold also include dresses - dresses that are luxurious and expensive.

Nayla looked left and right until her gaze was fixed on the peach-colored knee-length dress emblazoned on the statue. The dress looks simple and closed, not many knickknacks attached to the dress. If you wear it, it looks elegant.

Slowly Nayla approached the dress, looking closely at the design of the dress, her hands stretched out to feel the dress from top to bottom.

"It's a fine material" murmured Nayla.

Her hands stopped when she saw the price tag of the dress. His eyes are breaking to see the price listed on the label.

"Oh Allah.the price of this dress is ten times my salary a month, and this alone is already at a discount, if the discount price is just this as well as the normal price...." Nayla stopped her speech and closed her mouth in disbelief at the normal price of the dress after she counted it.

While Nayla was still shocked by the price of the dress, arriving from the side there was someone who took the dress violently. He glanced at the person and he immediately turned his eyeballs off guard, because again - again had to meet the woman again.

"Hey.a restaurant waiter like you doesn't deserve to wear a dress like this, too expensive," whispered Michel in Nayla's ear and passed by taking the dress.

Nayla just clenched her hands together hearing Michel's words. His mind immediately remembered Keenan.

"If he's here then Mas Keenan is here too," inner Nayla while looking over here and there looking for her husband figure but did not see anyone there other than the shopkeeper and some people who were visiting the store.

"Where is Mas Keenan," said Nayla.

As Nayla was drifting with her thoughts, Santi came to surprise her by patting her on the shoulder.

"Nay .." said Santi.

"Eh . Yeah how did she get the dress" replied Nayla.

Santi shook her head indicating that the dress she chose did not match. Not that it is not suitable for his body but not suitable for his wallet more precisely.

"There is nothing fitting Nay," said Santi lethargic.

"The cook of all the dresses here is nothing that fits you," nayla said she felt astonished because what she saw was Santi bringing some dresses to the dressing room for her to try and her best friend said that all the dresses were not right for Santi.

"It's more precisely not fitting for my wallet Nay," said Santi pouting. And then Nayla laughed.

"And I've said, if our budget is suitable for the market not in the Mall," said Nayla reminded her friend.

"Then he realized himself dong. waitresses like you guys who can afford expensive dresses here, besides I'm also surprised Mall of this size to allow servants like them to enter sech," michel's insinuations who arrived suddenly appeared behind them.

"Eh.. keep your mouth when you say, emang here there are rules who can or should not visit this Mall, there is no mba?" ask Santi to one of the shopkeepers.

"Everyone has the right to visit the Mall and this shop Miss" replied the shopkeeper

" Tuh. denger himself what this mba says," said Santi fiery - fire.

" Somewhere who sech..ja not know, but kepo with what we do," continued Santi.

"Udah is San, we do not have to serve Mak Lampir like him, throw away our energy," said Nayla glanced at Michel.

" So you know him Nay" whispered Santi.

Hem, uh,