I'm Not a Pay Wife
Poor thing
Once down from the car Reza immediately walked towards the mall which is quite spacious. Nayla followed Reza from behind. Both of them are not husband and wife because Reza walks in front while Nayla follows him from behind.
“Where are we going Mas?” ask Nayla while chasing Reza's steps.
Reza did not look at his wife in the least. Reza kept walking forward.
“Do not ask a lot later also you must know.”
Finally Nayla just silently followed her husband's steps. Then they reached the fifth floor in the women's clothing booth. Nayla was astonished to see her husband taking her to the women's clothing booth.
Then Reza met a saleswoman who was a young and beautiful woman.
“Mbak please find suitable clothes for my wife yes,” pinta Reza at the salesman.
The woman immediately smiled kindly at Nayla. Then the woman who was a saleswoman helped Nayla choose a dress for the party.
“I think this is very suitable for Mbak. White Mbak skin so very contrast with the color,” said the woman while giving a dark blue dress with small pink flowers.
Nayla immediately received the dress from the woman's hand.
“Rapour instead there Ma'am,” said the woman while heading to the area on the right.
Nayla walked straight into the dressing room. Once into the dressing room, when he wanted to try it he was immediately surprised when he saw the price on the wear.
‘The price is expensive times, surely later mas Reza angry if I choose this dress,” Inner Nayla.
Nayla is back out of the dressing room. Mbak who was a salesman was directly approached him.
“What have you tried Mbak?” ask the woman.
Nayla immediately smiled and felt embarrassed. “Sorry Mbak does not feel suitable for me,” said Nayla hesitated.
“Indeed why Ma'am, is not this dress suitable on the body of Mbak. Especially the skin white clean. Surely the color will contrast because this dress is dark in color,” obviously the woman.
“Seeing the price I do not deserve to wear this dress,” explained Nayla.
“Oh, mean Mbak price?”
Nayla nodded her head.
“Then I look for the price above this yes Mbak.”
The saleswoman thought that Nayla was not suitable because the price of the dress was too cheap so the woman wanted to exchange it for an even more expensive price.
“Sorry Ma'am, that's not what I mean.”
“So what do you mean?”
“This dress is too expensive for me, Ma'am. I want to choose a cheap one,” explained Nayla.
The woman looked confused at Nayla's words.
“I mean Ma'am, Mpa want to find a cheaper one than this?”
“True Mbak. I want to find a cheaper one.”
“But the message of Mbak's husband earlier, I was told to look for a dress that is suitable for Mbak and the price is like the one in the dress. Mbak's husband said his budget was above that, not below that price,” explained the woman.
Nayla was speechless and thoughtless seeing the fantastic price. Nayla feels affection for spending a lot of money just to buy a dress that is not very important to her.
Seeing the price of the dress Nayla immediately imagined her life with her mother. The price of the dress was worth the cost of living for a month. Of course this makes Nayla feel affectionate even though the one who will pay for the dress is her own husband.
“For a while, Ma'am, I'll see my husband first.”
Then Nayla approached Reza who was sitting on a bench not far from them.
“Mas..” call Nayla.
Reza turned to his wife.
“Where, have you tried?” Reza immediately asked Nayla.
“Sorry Mas, I didn't try it.”
“What's the reason?” ask Reza astonished.
“I don't want that dress Mas.”
“Indeed why you don't want.”
“That dress doesn't deserve me,” explained Nayla.
“Ngot fast how?” ask Reza astonished.
“That dress is too expensive for me, Mas. I want to find an ordinary dress that is cheap.”
Reza immediately smiled cynically at his wife.
“You will never change yes, it is still a village. I deliberately bought an expensive dress for you so that you are not looked down upon by others and so that your style is not too kampungan. I'm ashamed to actually take you to a party, but because Papi told me to. Papi told me to buy you a nice fancy dress,” obviously Reza was very angry.
Nayla finally gave up. She obeyed what her husband said. The woman heard Reza talk and Nayla felt sad when she heard Reza insulting her own wife.
After Nayla finished trying on the dress, she gave it back to the woman.
“This Mbak dressnya I have tried,” said Nayla gave a dress to the woman.
“For a while, Ma'am, I made proof of purchase.”
“Oh yes Ma'am, mas it's Mbak's husband huh?” asked the woman who was astonished by Reza's attitude.
“Iya Ma'am, that's my husband. Why Ma'am, Mbak knows yes with my husband,” asked Nayla.
“No, I don't know. I just feel sorry for Mbak,” obviously the woman.
“Please how do Mbak mean?” ask Nayla wonder.
“I feel sorry to see Mbak was angry with his husband Mbak.”
Nayla immediately smiled and tried to defend her husband.
“Number of Ma'am, my husband is tired of just coming home from work and I immediately bring him here so the inn was angry,” replied Nayla lying.
Nalya tried to smile despite the forced smile. Though in Nayla's heart, she felt sad to get treatment from her husband who never cared about her feelings.
***
After Reza paid for the dress, Reza immediately invited Nayla to go home. On the way home, Nayla remembered the woman's words. His heart was very sad and sick.
‘It turns out that others who listen just feel sorry, let alone me who feel it myself,’ inner Nayla.
Without tears, Nayla was dripping. She tried to hold back her crying so that she wouldn't be heard by her husband driving next to her. Then Nayla hurriedly wiped her tears and covered her mouth with her left hand while looking at the street in front of her.
The streets are crowded by road users. Here comes the sound of car horns racing each other to precede each other.
Although both are in the car but there is no sound because both are cool with their respective minds. Actually Reza feels sorry for Nayla but she tries to make Nayla hate him and leave him so that Reza can enjoy Vera. But Reza never saw that Nayla was hurt or offended by Reza's words. This made Reza wonder at heart.
