Wrong End of Marriage Address
Meet old friends
After eating, Mr. Devan took me to the biggest mole in the city. I followed Mr. Devan's footsteps, towards the mole. Mr. Devan heads to a clothing store, which is definitely a branded item, not like the author of all goods.
"Nas.. You choose what you like" Lord Devan ordered
"Thank you sir"
"Mr. Serve the woman well" master Devan ordered coldly
"Yes, sir" replied the shopkeeper.
"Nas, you wait here. Don't go anywhere" master Devan ordered. I don't know where Mr. Devan is going. Surely, Mr. Devan went up to the 5th floor, while I was barada on the 2nd floor.
"Select whichever one you like. Later I will find the right size for mbak" said the guard figure
"Eh.. Thanks mbak. Oh, yes mbak. Here accept no employees?" ask me kindly
"It doesn't seem like mbak. Maybe at the boss's shop there's another one"
"Oh... Yes mbak"
"Who wants to work?" ask the guard of the figure
"I'm mbak" I replied,
"Hahahahahahah." The shopkeeper laughed.
"Why are you laughing? Is something funny?" ask me, lest this mbak kuntil (kuntilanak) again, which resembles a human. My inner
"Funny is mbak"
"What's so funny?"
"Mr doesn't need work. Whatever you want, you can get. So, what's it gonna work for?" said the character's servant, confusing me
"Who said??" ask me
"I'm la mbak" replied the character's servant
"So you know" I said
"Yes know la mbak. Who doesn't know about Mr. Devan. Famous entrepreneurs, the youngest, plus handsome again"
"That's not me" I replied a little annoyed
"Yes, I know you don't need to work at least. If, you're rich like that" said the waiter
"Sister??"
"Yes, it's Mr. Devan, right?" ask the waiter. Instead of me confused to answer the question mbak-mbak it, I better not be confused.
"Let's just choose, which one you like"
"Yes. Sorry, but no one likes it. Because the clothes are lacking all the material"
"If so this model alone mbak. The model is covered" said the character's maid while giving me the shirt.
"Basar mbak this, I'm not dislike. Than I buy here expensive, I better buy in the market. The price of one here can get a dozen on the market, long time can go bankrupt." My inner
"Mbak" called the shopkeeper, gave me my daydream.
"Eh yes mbak"
"Where do you like it?"
"Sorry, I don't like it" I replied
"Yes, it will be when Mr. Devan arrives. Please don't blame me. I served you well"
"Excuse me mbak... How many of these?" ask the guy
"1,500" said the shopkeeper. I deliberately turned my body around to see who was coming, hopefully not who I guessed
"Ilham.." I said.
"Sanas ..... How are you" Inspiration poked out his hand, I quickly received a helping hand of Inspiration.
"Alhamdulillah good. You yourself how's Ham doing?"
"As you can see Nas. Oh, where do you live now?"
"I live on the street ci bead"
"May dong I stop by your place" I just smiled in response to an Inspiration
"Oh yeah, where are you going to college now?"
"As I said before Nas, I want to be a doctor. To help many people"
"I salute you Ham, you always think of others. From the past until now it made no difference" I praise,
"Oh yes Nas, father and mother. How's things? "
"God be good"
"Thankfulalhamdulillah's chat. You work here Nas?" ask Inspiration
"No" I answered
"Where do you work?"
"I became a housekeeper" I said
"No matter Nas, that matters halal. Can help mom and dad in the village." Inspiration made me feel sad, because it could not make them happy.
"Nas...why dumb?"
"No, I just miss my mom and dad" I said.
"Haha... You spoiled child" said Ilham as he rubbed into my nutmeg gently.
"Hemmmm" Mr. Devan berdhem, when he saw Ilham who was rubbing into my nutmeg.
"Happle.." call master Devan cold.
"Yes, sir." answered me
"I'm not after you chatting with other men!! I'm after you pick clothes. To napa you here?" snarled master Devan
"Sorry Om, I was just chatting with Sanas for a moment. Meet you, I'm Ilham, old friend of Sanas, time in the village" said Ilham as he reached out his hand. Mr. Devan looked at Ilham with a cold gaze, boro-boro he received a helping hand of Ilham.
"I don't care.." said Mr. Devan.
"Nas, that's your boss huh. It's so bad" whispered Ilham who can still be heard by Mr. Devan.
"Home......" Mr. Devan dragged me around, so I had a hard time following him.
"Sir slowly" I said.
"Get in.." snapped Mr. Devan, when we had arrived at the car park. I dare not answer Mr. Devan. It seems like Mr. Devan is very angry with me. I don't know what the als are. Maybe Mr. Devan is jealous of me, don't dream of you Sanas. It didn't take long, I along with master Devan arrived at the residence of master Devan. Mr. Devan got out of the car early, not forgetting that Mr. Devan gave me a sharp look before coming out, making my guts grow shrunk even more.
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