Not Polite!

"What's with your clothes, Fa? Why is there a white stain on it?" Dea asked surprised when she saw that Zulfa's light blue robe had stains on it. Even though she was in the changing room earlier, something must have happened while she was busy matching the clothes she wanted to buy.

Zulfa just shrugged, she didn't even care about this. After all, it is just an ordinary dirty stain, she will not be ashamed either. Why be ashamed of stains on clothes? It will also disappear when they are washed, they already want to return home.

"Have you finished choosing clothes?" asked Zulfa who changed the topic, lazy to talk about her dirty robe.

Dea nodded her head excitedly, she knew very well that Zulfa wanted to hurry home. She would not miss this opportunity, shopping with Mrs. Brahmana. Yes, even though she paid with her own money, she was currently the center of attention. Indeed, her high self-confidence never faded, that's why she had such strange thoughts. "Yes, but there is something unfinished." She said shaking her head as she remembered something.

"What else isn't there yet?" Zulfa asked annoyed because her best friend had spent time in the dressing room and still felt something was not finished?

Zulfa glanced at the two pairs of clothes in each of Dea's hands, the models were good, but she admitted that the girl's taste was quite high. She could guess other things too, her best friend must be confused about which clothes to choose. In her right hand was a dark blue dress and in her left was a light brown knitted sweater.

"I'm confused which one to choose, Fa. Both are very beautiful when worn." Dea said, pursing her lips. She was really confused, if she didn't buy it, she would feel sorry. Later those grumbled continuously until they forgot and found something new that was more interesting than the dress.

Dea always like that. Back in high school, Dea had bought flip-flops at the night market with different motifs. When viewed from the function of the flip-flops themselves, their functions are the same, only different motifs that beautify the appearance. But you know what? Dea even spent half an hour just choosing which sandals to buy.

That sounds annoying, I mean... what a waste of time gosh! You can choose according to your needs, you don't need to always pay attention to the fashion style if it's not needed.

Zulfa saw the credit card Farel had given her before she went to the shopping center. Her husband said she could buy whatever she liked. "Which one do you want?" She asked Dea, the girl was still in a prolonged dilemma. It's strange, even though it's only clothing but choosing it takes a long time.

Dea lifted the knitted sweater in her left hand up high, it seems she'd better buy the sweater because it will be worn more often. Because the dress can't be used every day and only for formal events, later what's left will end up on the wardrobe hanger.

"Well, I'll pay for your dress and you pay for the sweater yourself," said Zulfa who decided. Instead of her best friend talking about the dress later when they came out of the shopping center, she'd better buy the dress for Dea. Yes, count gifts for friends because they are given a husband who is not stingy with money.

Thanks to Zulfa's words, Dea immediately shouted loudly and of course immediately invited a lot of confused looks from passersby. The girl was already dancing swinging her right and left legs alternately. Very childish...

"Thanks, but what happened to you, Fa?" Dea asked, taking deep breaths to ease her pleasure. She also stopped her silly dance because she was satisfied.

Zulfa who heard that rolled her eyes, everything was wrong in Dea's eyes. "I will pay for your clothes so you don't have to spend a lot of money, you better accept it." She replied.

Before Zulfa sulked, Dea had agreed with her friend's words. It was rare for Zulfa to pay for something she wanted to buy. Because previously both of them came from poor families, just to buy expensive things needed to think twice or even more.

After finishing paying, Dea hugged Zulfa's body affectionately. They have been friends since they were in kindergarten until now, making Zulfa look like Dea's older sister.

"Don't overdo it, Dea. Shame if many people are looking at us." Zulfa said as she slowly pushed Dea's body away from her.

Dea smiled. "I am pleased." She said, suddenly she put on a cheerful face again showing a row of neatly arranged teeth that were white and clean.

"I feel so happy too, Dea," Zulfa said with a small chuckle, a little amused by Dea's behavior.

Zulfa opened her cellphone because in several hours she had not checked the flat object. She widened her eyes when she saw the notification from her husband, Farel Putra Brahmana.

| chat room |

Farel

Hi, I'm Rani. Farel is at my house. eh? Oops, did you ask? Does not seem. Yes, I just wanted to let you know, because I was afraid you would find out and be jealous.

The smile on Zulfa's face faded instantly. Be patient, everything has away.

Zulfa

Make sure he comes home in ten minutes, I'll be right back.

Farel

What if I don't want Farel back to you?

Zulfa

You destroy someone's household, don't hide behind reality. You're a woman and so am I, so you should know how to respect each other.

Farel

Oh yes? Weren't you the one who snatched Farel from my grasp? After all, why appreciate a woman who suddenly snatched the status of the wife in Farel's life from me? You just don't deserve to be understood and don't blame me.

If you were in Rani's position, would you do the same or what?

Zulfa held the tightness in her chest while reading a series of messages that Rani sent to her. This fact was killing her mind slowly, whether she realized it or not.

Zulfa turned to Dea to make sure the girl didn't notice her sadness, she was confused because if Dea knew she was sad, her best friend would immediately interrogate her with seriousness from A-Z. Safe, Dea is still busy researching some branded clothes that she can afford with her salary for one year, I don't know.

Zulfa

This is fate, Rani. Do not always race with expectations, because later you will be disappointed.

Farel

A woman like you can only rely on fate. If tomorrow Farel becomes my destiny, what will happen?

Zulfa

God is very fair in sharing every happiness.

Farel

Don't pretend to be pure, just because your appearance is much more secretive than mine.

Zulfa

Do you mean? I'm just telling the truth, I don't mean anything.

Farel

A hijab that you wear along with long clothes, surely only to cover your rottenness.

"Astaghfirullah .." Zulfa slowly read the message that was sent by Rani. According to her, humiliation because women wear headscarves, in Rani's eyes, is a tool to cover up rottenness? It's an annoying girl.

Zulfa

Take care of your grammar. You are so disrespectful, Farel will surely call yourself the biggest mistake of his life.

Farel

Oh yes? Wouldn't the phrase 'Farel will surely call yourself the biggest mistake' be much more appropriate if thrown at you?

Read.

| chat room finished |

Zulfa turned off her cell phone, not wanting to reply to messages that could make her mood worse. It was enough, Rani drained her patience. She took a few deep breaths and exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself.

"Dea, let's go home," Zulfa said with a fake smile, she went back to hiding her pain which was etched in the recesses of her heart.

Zulfa should not cry in public, especially in front of Dea. That girl might have stabbed her with a thousand endless questions. After all, she hasn't had time to compose sentences to answer all the possible questions Dea said.

Dea, who was wide-eyed at the price of the clothes in front of her, immediately turned her head and nodded her head in agreement with what Zulfa said. Seeing this expensive outfit made her humble soul thrash about. She approached her friend.

"Fa, that dress is nice," said Dea while blinking her eyes and also forming puppy eyes which greatly interfered with Zulfa's view. Many desires are a suitable description for a Dea, she is a girl who easily likes things the first time she sees them.

Zulfa shook her head, not tempted by Dea's words that sounded a little tempting. "No need to signal me." She said as she walked away from Dea. She also does not want to linger in the shopping center. Yes for her nothing is interesting here, the market is still number one. But Farel always strictly forbids herself to go there, she said it was dirty, a lot of mud, and puddles of water.

"So you want to buy me that dress?" asked Dea pretending not to know, although now her face was full of hope.

Of course, Zulfa shook her head, rejecting Dea's implied request. "This is Farel's credit card, if you want to buy another dress with this card, you can ask Farel because I don't know if you can or not," she said with a small chuckle. She was always rejected by her husband, right when Dea could easily get permission to buy clothes with his money? Impossible.

Dea immediately followed Zulfa's steps, she walked backward when she arrived right in front of her best friend. Zulfa walked forward as usual, and she walked backward.

"You gave me the green light to be close to Farel? Oh, then, okay. Spirit of four-five, I will be close to a handsome man who is a hot husband-to-be!" She said very excitedly.

Zulfa already doesn't know how embarrassed a person she is if she walks with Dea who is quite fussy.

Zulfa raised an eyebrow, then pulled Dea's body as she was about to hit the big burly man. She returned the direction of her friend's path as before, not usually going forward. "Want me to hang it from the end of the flagpole?" She asked with a rather sharp look.

Fierce mode is on.

Even though Farel threw it away, it doesn't mean Zulfa also dumped Farel, right? A woman's heart is indeed very soft, as soft as cotton.

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