My Evil Lady's
Shopping Time

"You tricked me." Rami nailed me as I led her into a famous formal clothing boutique in one of the malls. He ruffled his waist, trying to block my way from being busy choosing clothes for him. I didn't respond too much to his anger. Just a small smile at the boutique salesman, asking wordlessly for them to understand the tantrum behavior of his boss.

His eyes narrowed, sharpened, shining a look of hatred that could perforate my head. I tried to hold back the laughter. I really enjoyed the moment I saw my boss upset. I feel like we're a series now. He never made things easy for me, so it's not wrong that I also reply a little, fair enough.

"You said I could do some shopping, but what now?" his protest was again when he was right in front of me. He looked me in the eye, demanding full attention.

I frowned, pretending not to understand what he meant. "Are we not doing it?" my elak while handing over some formal skirts and blouses for her to try. Angrily he threw the clothes I had handed him over onto the expensive soft sofa that was provided inside the boutique. Premium facilities for premium customers.

"Still dare you call this shopping?" He let out a heavy sigh while turning his gaze to the boutique ceiling. Rami tried to hold back his emotions so as not to overflow here. "I can't even freely choose the things I like." He tried to explain with a deliberate tone of voice.

I was finally able to sit casually on one of the comfortable sofas just smiled calmly to see him walking pacing, still shaking his waist. It sulks at the wrong people. I won't change the purpose even if he's squeezing me while kissing my feet. "I told you that credit cards can only be used for office purposes. You also do not have proper clothes to wear in the office. So, it is wiser if you still choose and buy some beautiful clothes stel,” obviously I relaxed while pointing at the pile of clothes thrown by Rami with a glance.

Brown Hemp's eye pupils dilate. All the blood flowed over her head, making her pretty face turn a dead red. "You, how dare you lecture me. You're just..."

"I know that I'm just a PA," I still try to maintain my composure. Acting unaffected even though he provoked by using status. "I'm just an employee, but for now I'm holding your magic card. So, whatever you want to follow my advice and we can go home soon or stay stubborn, choose longer stuck with me until you have something worth wearing tomorrow?" A small grin reappeared at the corner of my lips as I flaunted the sparkling credit card in my hand. I don't remember what I dreamed last night, which obviously today could be one of my lucky days. Rarely can I be one step above my boss. Rami was getting upset, he took back the clothes he had thrown and walked into the room with footsteps stomping on the floor.

He went in and out of the fitting room to reflect with some kind of formal clothing that has been attached to the body. It is not difficult to find suitable clothes on his body because he has a proportional body shape. Almost all of the clothes she was carrying always looked beautiful when she was wearing them. Various colors also blend nicely with the white skin tends to yellow. From the neutral colors ranging from brown, black, ash, pastel colored or even bold colored like red, sky blue, and bright pink, still beautiful even though she wears it with a sullen face and tightly clenched lips though.

I was amazed to see him try on those clothes. Everything looks beautiful when she wears even blouses and skirts with simple cuts still look beautiful and elegant. I wonder if this chick is wrapped around the umbilical cord while in the womb.

Not only did I think so, the saleswoman who served her also felt that she was suitable to wear whatever she was wearing. "You look beautiful in whatever clothes you try, Miss," praised one of the salespeople as Rami came out in a pink blouse suit. Hemp flicked his hair behind his ears, showing off his tie neck with pride. Of course he was happy to hear the praise from the salesman.

"That's because of the quality material and model of her clothes." I interrupted the saleswoman's praise without lifting her head off the screen. Automatic comments make Rami back to stomp his feet and go into the fitting room. I chuckle at his behavior. He's so childish. Angry just because I deny people compliments him, don't acknowledge his beauty. But, I feel that I am also childish. I also don't want to admit that she is beautiful and even constantly teasing her.

While waiting for her to change clothes, my eyes caught a beautiful maroon red wedges that were plastered nicely in the front storefront of the boutique along with other shoes. The strong maroon color makes it look so striking among other colors, such as Hemp.

I took the shoe and measured it with my finger. Considering the weight of the shoe, calculating whether it fits on the foot of Hemp, what these shoes are comfortable to use.

"How big is your shoe?" I walked towards Rami while carrying the pair of maroon shoes when she had changed.

"Thirty-eight, why?" he answered, throwing a tired body on the sofa.

I knelt down with one foot in front of her, taking off the pretty platform shoes she was wearing. Beautiful, but it looks exhausting. His reflexes pulled his legs, surprised by what I suddenly did, but I held him back. "Try these shoes. Pity your feet if you have to wear high heels every day,” my door when I look at his surprised face from where I kneel. I don't know since when my tone softened. I carefully placed the shoes on both feet.

"I can do it myself" he said softly, bending over, trying to reach for the shoelaces.

I raised my head, prepared to argue as I had done, but stopped when his face was so close to mine, too close that I could see a small fly string in the corner of his left eye. Too close that I could easily kiss her tiny red lips. Our gaze met, and for a moment I felt time at a standstill. I felt like we were both in the boutique room. He was silent and so was I. When time stopped, my brain thought of something inappropriate, as I admitted how beautiful and charming the girl in front of me was.

"You can't like me. I already have a lover who is also beautiful and gentle, of course." I awakened it, more precisely awakening myself from the strange thoughts that had flashed in the brain. I have to do it so I realize my position. She's my boss and also has someone she's dating.

Rami looked away, turned his head, turned his attention in the other direction and let me put my shoes on his feet. A laugh scorned not forgetting he threw it at me. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your brain?"

I ignored his insults and immediately got up after I finished putting the shoes together. I smiled widely, satisfied with the results of my choice while Rami was busy messing with her new shoes. I knew the shoes fit on his feet. A pair of shoes and a pair of beautiful feet perfectly integrated.

"Please count all the clothes he tried." I handed the magic card to one of the salesmen who politely responded. "Oh yeah, don't forget to count the shoes." Reminded him.

I love those shoes and it seems like Rami likes them too. The proof, he did not want to bother to remove and re-wearing high heels that he was wearing earlier. He chose to go home wearing his maroon wedges. Beautiful shoes that can still make it comfortable.

"Let's go back," I asked after the salesperson had completed the payment and had arranged our groceries. "I've called Mr. Sigit to pick you up and drop you back at the apartment" Infoku said, leading him out of the boutique. Both my hands are full of bags. We bought quite a lot of clothes.

"What's? You didn't drive me? So, I can't go home with my baby?" he asked, not liking my plan.

I squinted, not understanding what he was talking about. A baby? What baby? Since when did she have a baby? "You have a baby?" I don't understand the direction of the conversation.

"Oh your car." I just understood what he meant, but it still feels ridiculous to call a car like your own child, even though it is a favorite car though. "Just calm. I will bring him back to the office safely. I'll even blanket it so your baby doesn't get cold." I convinced him, to play his game.

"No need to be lebay," he commented cynically before he left, making me grind my teeth. I really want to grab her little wavy hair that is scattered over her back. Who started it. He was even more tacky calling his car a baby.

"But why are you calling Mr. Sigit. Where are you going?" ask without bothering to turn around. He knew I must have followed him.

"I have to go back to the office to complete a re-examination of our financial statements,” I explained briefly.

His mouth forms the word "Oh". "You're the one who likes to bother yourself" he said again, putting on sunglasses to frame his eyes. "You just let it go and you can go home soon" he suggested. The advice I'm sure if I take he'll insult me even more.

"I don't have to do it if you do it in earnest from the beginning." I kept the intonation of my voice from sounding offensive even though my heart was itching to yell at him.

Rami turned around suddenly and opened her eyes behind her sunglasses at me. The glasses were dark, but I could still feel the sharp and piercing gaze of the eyes.

I stopped suddenly, keeping my safe distance from him. I was afraid that he would throw anything he could reach at me as he got angry. But it seems like my estimate this time was wrong. He continued on his way, not interested in responding to my babble anymore. We walked in silence, nor did I want to open up a conversation that could end in a fight between us.

"Sir Dika..," the voice I was so familiar with was heard greeting, reflexively stopping my footsteps and Rami. I looked towards the owner of a voice I was very familiar with.

Beautiful, cute white girl with long hair in the ponytail, looking at me with eyes of astonishment. His brown eyes took turns watching me and Rami who also stopped. It's not natural for him to find me walking around the mall while it's still day with a girl. When I should still be struggling with work in the office.

"Oh...Mita," I'm approaching her right away. "Hello.." I greeted his friends as well, who were answered with a clumsy smile by them. Mita, the sweet girl I've known since childhood. It just so happened that our house was close together, so you could say that we grew up together. I just remembered that this childhood friend of mine had plans to go watch with his friends instead of me being too busy lately.

"Why is Brother here? And who is he?" he asked while looking at Rami. Beautiful and her friends, do not let go of the stunning figure of Rami.

"Oh.don't think weird. I'm accompanying my boss shopping for a meeting tomorrow." I showed you a paper bag that filled both arms.

"Oh so he's Big Brother's superior," he repeated starting to be able to dispel his expression of shock. Mita is the type of girl who never prejudiced, one of the things I like about her other than her gentle and understanding nature. Mita heads towards Rami who starts putting on an unfriendly look while repeatedly checking the clock on her wrist. "Hello.i Mita, her friend sister Dika," Mita thrust her hand, with a sweet smile decorated on her beautiful face she invited Rami to get acquainted.

Rami caught a glimpse of the hand that was outstretched towards him without any intention at all to retaliate. "Oh.hai," he replied briefly, hanging Mita's hand in the air. Mita pulled back her clumsy helping hand without taking away the sweet smile on the face. "I wait downstairs," Rami told me before continuing her path. It seems he is lazy to get involved in the conversation and bothers himself to make small talk to Mita and her friends. I may be getting used to his unfriendly attitude, but it can be unpleasant for others. His cold nature makes him get offensive eyes and unpleasant whispers behind his back.

I breathe heavily. That is how my boss is. While others are so concerned with the judgment of others on him, behave and say as people want despite having to fight and hurt the will of the heart, but that does not apply to Rami. Rami knows what he wants and he prefers it even if it hurts others.

"So that's my new brother's boss?" mita asked as she refocused her attention on me. "Beautiful and classy," her eyes followed where Rami was walking.

I breathe heavily. "If you had known about his behavior at the office, you might not be able to think that way anymore." My hands started to ache, carrying a lot of his shopping bags.

Mita smiled at my comment about Rami. "Honestly, I'm glad you think so. I don't need to be afraid that Brother will like him" he said, leaving me agape for a moment before finally laughing out loud.

I wonder how he got such a thought. Sometimes his imagination is out of control. I like that spoiled, selfish chick? I would be so frustrated if it happened.

"Don't think no." I flicked his weak forehead with one finger. "I have to get back to the office. I'm sorry I couldn't accompany you this time. Next time I'll treat you to a meal," said Mita, who immediately gave me a sweet smile. A smile I know so well. The smile that somehow felt a little grim this time.

But why is he afraid I'm gonna like Rami?

The question suddenly broke my brain. I stopped my steps, looked back, looking at her small back that was getting further away.

What does he really think of me?

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