A Unique Path Become CRAZY RICH's
14. Apple Trauma LP

Because I was not focused on walking because I inhaled the scent of perfume, I hit someone who was walking but he was also wrong not to see when walking.

The pile of books he was carrying fell out of his grasp. I helped her pick up her scattered book before it was stepped on by another visitor.

"Sorry, I wasn't focused."

"Eh...? Yeah, not papa."

"Nor!!."

The woman's friend called. My instincts rose, saying that the woman was a wealthy woman.

The instinct I was referring to was the weapon I had long hidden belonged to Hasan the heavyweight playboy. The ability to judge a woman only by her eyes and expression when speaking.

I hurriedly gave the book I picked up to this woman named Carol and ran away from there.

"Ehh mas..!!."

I heard Carol's voice at a glance like calling me but I ignored her because I couldn't stand the aura of a rich woman.

"Hello...!!,"

This cute nerd mom is after me with her friend the devil.

I guess he was after me to bring back the apple perfume that fell when we collided earlier.

"Anu mas, can I have the phone number?,"

I was shocked to hear his sudden request. The nerdy mother was immediately pulled by her friend.

I started thinking after the accident my charisma rose in the eyes of women. How can I not think that, first Melinda, then Mbak Siska, now mbak nerd this.

They seem to be fascinated by me. It's possible that not only was my smell sharpening but my charisma was also rising.

I don't know why it feels ridiculous...

"Anu mbak, do you know apple perfume that smells amazing?."

I was so nervous that I mispronounced.

"apple perfume that smells amazing?. Maybe my friend knows."

The dirty woman looks at me. Her gaze froze me, this woman has a strong charisma. I didn't expect to ask you about how perfumes can be this hot.

"I've seen 3 women wearing it. A perfume whose fragrance is very sharp but cools the heart of the person who inhales it. Is there such a perfume?."

"I don't know."

The answer I can already estimate. The nerd insisted on asking for my number, I finally gave it.

Then suddenly a gentle wind touched my cheek. The wind carried a fragrant scent that had been haunting me all along, as if asking me to find it. That exquisite apple perfume appeared out of nowhere in the midst of this bustling crowd.

I couldn't bear to chase after him anymore, I walked quickly to all the stalls hoping to find the source of the fragrance.

This time my search was aided by other visitors who also enjoyed the scent. Men and women, children and the elderly, people are being affected more and more.

"Where does this sweet scent come from...?." Ask a grandmother in a quasi-tone.

"From that one..!!." Shouted a man.

I averted my eyes. The figure standing behind the fountain was very beautiful.

I went straight to her and asked her what brand of perfume she was using. But my brain froze for a moment as I looked into his eyes. She's very pretty.

"Do you want to know what perfume I'm wearing?."

I nodded loudly.

"You better prepare a memo because the brand is long enough."

I opened my phone memo.

"Love phobia Trauma Apple."

This brand is so foreign to my ears.

I was pushed down by a man. I saw a dazzling beam reflected off his slippery bald head.

The language of this brute bald man is incomprehensible. The language he uses is like English but with a very different accent.

His high posture seemed to explain that he was the bodyguard of this beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman stretched out her hand to me, I grabbed her and she helped me get up.

"That perfume you can't find in Indonesia. Only sold in Singapore, only the upper class can afford it."

Beautiful women provide free information. At first glance he looks like an angel. Then for the second time I was dropped to the ground by the bald guard.

People around the area are just watching.

Being pushed doesn't matter to me, it's important I know where to go.

***

I came home with one broken molar tooth and my shirt was dirty.

If the hulk can do violence in public places means that the boss of the beautiful black-haired bangs is not an ordinary person.

"What did you buy there, son?" asked my father.

"Fragrance,"

"What is Hajj perfume?."

"No, if that's Hasan's already got. It's fruity-scented farfum."

I was surprised to see my father's reaction to the smell of cheese perfume. It smells like stale milk my father said. Cheese is milk that has been fermented for a long time.

"For me it's fragrant."

Mom joined our debate about perfume.

We argued until dusk.

When we saw some of the sky had become orange while the rest was dark gray we decided to end this debate and prepare for dinner.

When I was going to sleep I remembered the words of this beautiful woman this afternoon.

Love Phobia Trauma Apple's.

"Pftt... Who gave such a ridiculous long name?." I muttered before closing my eyes.

***

Still on the weekend. I don't know why Sunday is so fast. I just daydream all day.

When I was a kid, I spent a Sunday night watching tv. The problem is that I don't have a tv right now. The plan is 3 - 4 months I will buy tv led.

That day I was planning to go to my old house just to know how it is now.

"Just go first."

I took a detour so as not to pass in front of the BPOM office, there are still employees who work while others are off one of them, Mr. Naryono, the head of the field division.

Far enough I walked until I finally found our old house flat on the ground.

It was quite sad to see the house disappear from above ground.

My annoying friend came from the side.

"You came to mourn, huh?, for your dead home, hahahahahaa...!!."

"Haaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Ratna, Ratna, why are you talking so much lately, is it because you're pregnant that you're so sensitive?."

I heard this a month ago. Ratna is 3 months pregnant out of wedlock.

My laughter broke upon hearing the news.

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