Accompanying First Love To KUA
Part 12's
"Mas, is this good?" Zira chose and sorted out the clothes while asking Fattah's opinion.
"Good."
"This?" Zira asked again about the light blue dress.
"Good."
Fattah stood up watching Zira once in a while his eyes moved to the phone. He is also looking for a woman's style.
"Mas, this fits, doesn't it?"
"Nothing good here. Yuk, somewhere else." Fattah pulls Zira to leave the boutique.
"Already, Ma'am, yes, excuse me," said Zira, "so right Zira asked, all Mas answered well," he whispered.
Fattah takes Zira into another boutique. "Search for the gini" Fattah said, showing a picture of the dress on her phone.
Zira's laughter came out. "Mas .. hahaha .. astaghfirullah. Mas, what the hell, that's A-Be-Ge's kid's shirt." What is shown in Zira is the pose of a girl holding two dresses in the right and left hands with different colors. From the photo is a knee-length dress.
"What harm? 'you're still A-Be-Ge." Fattah blinked his eyes.
Again Zira laughed, "Basic Om-Om ganjen.," he said, "this part of his shirt is knee-length which matches Zira who wears a veil."
"Isn't he?" Fattah laughed. He did not notice under the shirt. He only looks at the motives. Beautiful green beads on the neck.
For a moment they fell silent, looking at each other. Then laugh again.
"Here you go, Zira chose her own. Just wait here."
"Wlee ..." booed Zira.
"Nemenin women shopping is just as tired as finding a wife" Fattah muttered. Hands into pockets, pass looking for a seat.
"New know? Wkwk .... "
"Shut!" Fattah looked at Zira coldly, telling her to stop laughing.
Zira was inside the boutique, while Fattah was standing outside. Until the girl found a matching shirt in her eyes, she came out calling Fattah.
"Mas, here!"
"What?"
"It's good, isn't it?" Showing her favorite color dress Pink dusty.
Fattah did not answer.
"Mas!"
"Whatever you want, I just pay." Fattah no longer want to argue, "btw, for what clothes are so, do stay at home want to wear a dress?”
Zira smiles. No further comment from Fattah.
Finally Zira decided to take a dusty pink shirt. Fattah also told him to pick up clothes that can be used everyday at home, considering that Zira does not have clothes anymore because the suitcase has been brought home to the village.
"Without seeing you put on my shirt" said Fattah. Zira.
Out of there, Fattah brought Zira to stop at the place of sale of daily necessities. He wanted to buy the kitchen.
"Buy what you need, don't tell me to come out. I've got another job than just buying your needs every month."
Zira quickly turned her face away, pretending not to listen, she knew what Fattah meant. His face is now red. While Fattah after saying so, he pushed the trolley towards the place of fruits.
***
Zira who just finished tidying up the closet with her new clothes. Towards the kitchen, there Fattah was storing groceries into the refrigerator.
Zira took a glass to drink. Standing up, looking at Fattah who was busy.
"Help!" fattah's orders found Zira just standing there.
"No," sniffed the girl. Then step back into his room.
"Yes." Yeah." He nodded, forced to sit beside Fattah, helping. In the middle of work, Zira finds an orange. And no longer help Fattah, already negligent with peeling oranges.
"It's hard to be friends with a child" Fattah said.
Zira stopped putting oranges in her mouth. Staring at Fattah, not blinking. The man did not care about the look of the woman beside him.
"Uuwlee, bodo is very." Go to the living room.
Fattah laughed at Zira's response, "I like you that way. Pretty."
"Maqasiieeeh." It turned out that he could still hear Fattah muttering.
Fattah's laptop lying on the living room table, Zira could not help but touch the object. It opens the photo storage file. The girl laughed too.
Hearing Zira's laughter, Fattah immediately ran into the living room. “What?” He closed his laptop. Staring at Zira coldly.
“Zira so model.”
Fattah. “What model?”
“This.” Zira grabbed the laptop again wanting to show some poses captured by Fattah's camera without the girl's knowledge.
“What?”
“Photo Zira,” says Zira.
“Mana?”
“A .. anu, it was there.” Zira looked confused.
“Who also likes to save your photos.” Fattah stepped away with a small smile.
It's true that there's a photo of Zira on her laptop. However, just now when Zira laughed, Fattah's hand moved quickly to delete all the photos in one delete. Fortunately, he kept it in an email yesterday.
“Eh, bring here. Will be lost again all my work files.” Fattah took his laptop back and brought it into the room.
“Tadi there is indeed a photo of Zira on it!”
“Sok ngartis, Neng.”
“Do-not ...”
“Wlee, bodo very," it imitates the style of Zira.
“Tuh 'kan! Maas!” Zira ran after Fattah to the room.
“Out!” yell Fattah.
“Ngak!”
Fattah's gaze was very sharp. Then drag Zira out.
Suddenly Zira laughed again, “Oh Buana, I now have fans!” girang shouted.
“Don't be too carefree, later cry,” Fattah. “Sleep there!”
The night is very late, soon the clock will lead to the number twelve. While the house only inhabited by two people is boisterous like daylight. It was just a matter of dispute. Even with Fattah, when he acts well also sometimes wise. As if I couldn't argue like that.
“Besok Mas does not work, right?”
“Ngak,” says Fattah.
Zira did not ask again.
“But there are other interests.” Added Fattah.
As Zira's face changed, she closed the door. His question invites sorrow for him, he knows that tomorrow his cousin does not work because he attended the wedding of his former lover, Mas Ajmul Daizy.
Life is built between sorrow and happiness. People when present do not offer the same taste. If it is the same, then it is easy for those who face it.
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