20 Years Adrift
Chapters 20. Wrong Target

Affan pushed the trolley through the hallway which was in the middle of a row of shelves containing neatly arranged products. Aira followed behind while looking at the products around her.

As a man who has been a widower for eighteen years, Affan is used to doing anything himself. Sometimes he asked Bimo to accompany him shopping for his needs, while for the needs of the house, he handed it to Bi Sumi.

"Aira, you just take what you want to buy. I don't know what a woman needs. You can also buy products for care and beauty," Affan explained as he looked at Aira who looked timid.

"Thank you, Om. I will take what is necessary" replied Aira.

"Remember, appearance is important to you, too. Someday I will take you on important corporate events and you should start preparing from now on."

Aira was surprised by Affan's words. From this moment on he did not only think of himself. After she officially became Madam Affan, she should also be able to adjust to her circle now.

"Well, I get it, Om."

Aira lived as a simple girl. She did not understand how to dress up using makeup and everything related to beauty. After this he has to work hard to be the one who deserves to be with Affan.

Affan smiled when he saw Aira taking the body lotion and tools of the war. With a little change in appearance, his wife will look more mature.

Their basket was full of groceries, Affan pushed it and queued at the cashier. Suddenly his phone rang, he then asked Aira to queue.

"Aira, I'll go pick up the phone first. This is you bring." Affan handed a card to pay.

Aira nodded.

The call on his phone kept ringing, Affan immediately left from in front of Aira. He pulled over and answered the call. Some important business associates immediately contacted him to talk about their projects.

"Hi, Pretty! Ask for her cell phone number, dong." Ardi was suddenly already standing behind Aira.

"Sorry, I'm a married woman. You're looking for the number of single people" said Aira.

"What, the hell, is great omku. He is, right, old. Definitely suck. Too bad your pretty face if you're just a housewife. How about joining my agency and becoming a model? Your body is good too."

Aira was getting annoyed with Ardi's words that continued to tease her. He hopes Affan will come soon. The queue at the cashier is still long, meaning he will still be close to Ardi long enough.

Ardi smiled cynically. He thought Aira was a hypocrite. He thinks he married Affan for property but he pretends to refuse when offered a job that exposes his beauty.

"It's not surprising. You prefer to use your beauty to captivate the heart of om-om money. I'm sure after the same omku you will definitely find a new victim."

Those words sounded very painful to Aira. Although he does not love Affan yet, Ardi's accusations are not true. This forced marriage was beyond the wishes of the two of them, many things they had to sacrifice for this, among which was shame.

Aira did not want to argue anymore with Ardi. The people around him looked at Aira with condescending gazes. They draw their own conclusions without seeing the actual facts.

'Until when will this continue? They'd be more demeaning to me if they knew I was still in school.' Aira looks sad.

Lucky his turn to pay at the cashier has come. Aira would not linger there and listen to Ardi's painful chatter.

Affan came over to Aira. His face looked displeased when he saw Ardi there. Seeing Aira's sad face, she was very sure that Ardi must have said something hurtful to her.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, honey. There was something important I was talking about." Affan embraces Aira's shoulder, deliberately showing Ardi if they are close.

"It's also just got a queue," Aira replied with a smile. The forced smile.

"Expressing intimacy," muttered Ardi who was still heard by Affan and Aira. They don't care and ignore it.

Affan brought more groceries into the car. Aira walked beside him with a light item.

As they were arranging the luggage in the trunk, a woman came quickly to the two. His face looked extremely angry and looked at Aira hatefully. The woman was about forty-five years old.

Affan and Aira looked relaxed and occasionally they chatted. After the goods are neatly arranged Aff

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