Damar (Not) For Wulan
Shopping With Aunt Iren

I let out a long sigh, these lips trying to smile broadly returned his smile.

"Tante Iren."

"Wulan, don't call Auntie ah! Call Mama or Mommy." He broke in without permission first.

"Do you feel right here? The room was narrow, the bathroom was small. Duh, the bed is also rocking." He talked about the contents of the boarding house. His views trace every corner of the room.

"You know what else, Tan. In order to save on living costs, so, Wulan had to endure life like this. This alone was more than enough for a person like Wulan." I'm telling the truth. For me, this room is already spacious. I am so grateful to live in this place.

"You hold it for a month! After your engagement, Mama will move you to a rented house." Hearing that, these eyeballs widened.

"Tante, no need! Thank you very much but, no need to bother. Wulan was already comfortable and calm to be here." I-i refused.

"There's no buts! You have to move after getting engaged."

"Wulan doesn't have a vehicle, Tan. If you move out of here, it'll be far from work." I'm trying to give you a good reason.

"Where do you work?"

"A coffee shop near here, Tan."

"If it's easy. Mama Cariin will be close by. After you get married, you just stop working! Stay at Mama's house."

Duh, nothing has been planned from A-Z by Aunt Iren. The address will be a pretty troublesome in-law. Sorry Aunt, I think like this.

Aunt Iren saw my reaction. It was uncomfortable to be looked at in such a way by him. Especially now, his eyes traced all over my body. From the top of his hair to the top of his feet was seen by him.

"Have you taken a shower yet?" ask him while frowning.

I shook my head slowly, embarrassed because it was late afternoon like this was still not bathing as well.

"Mama wait in the car! Now also shower and follow Mama away." I was surprised to hear his words.

"meaning?" I can't properly digest the words of this middle-aged woman.

"We go get ready for dinner later at the restaurant. Now, you take a shower! Don't forget the shampooing! Your hair's spitting up." He smiled and left this room.

"Eat dinner?" I better follow his words. Instead of later Mom nagging over the phone.

After the shower, I wore a casual dress. Match jeans and croft top shirts. My hair is still damp because I don't have a hairdryer. I rubbed this hair again using a towel. Strawing my hair and wearing the powder and lipstick I have.

I've never had expensive clothes, let alone good shoes. I can only wear flip-flops, work shoes should not be worn carelessly. I bought it a year ago, the shoes should last longer.

I locked the door to this room, following Aunt Iren who was outside the fence. It turned out that he saw me, the car window was open, he waved his hand at me. Spontaneous foot is stepped near the vehicle door. One thing that stuck, since when Aunt Iren knew this hostel lest these were all the work of my parents. I can only guess without knowing the real answer.

I'm coming in, sitting next to Aunt Iren. This vehicle slid down the road when the door was closed. There was no conversation between us. Aunt Iren is busy with her hape screen. I glanced at the phone that was inside the bag. I was in the car for almost an hour.

"Tante, where are we going?" I told myself to ask.

"We went shopping for a while in the Mall" he said without seeing my face.

"Owh, Auntie wants to shop." I nodded slowly. It turns out this is the activity of the rich, spending their money to buy things they already have. Stacking things that are actually the same but, just different colors.

I obey Aunt Iren's words. When in front of him, his eyeballs looked back at me from top to bottom.

"Wulan, you are beautiful and sweet. But, it's a pity to cover the same clothes that are too simple. This is Honey's big city, not ours." He pulled this arm. I had to follow in his footsteps.

We went into one of the overseas branded clothing places. It's as I remember it, whether my guess is right or wrong, I don't know.

Aunt Iren chose some dresses that can be worn for everyday. She also chose two green toska and peach party dresses.

"You try these five dresses! Aunty wants to see firsthand if your clothes change, surely your beauty aura will also increase." He pushed his back towards the fitting room. Put the five dresses on your shoulders.

"Wait what else?" He was not anxious to see me who did not flinch from the door of the fitting room.

"Ehhh, yes Aunt. Wulan come in first."

I put on the dress one by one and showed Aunt Iren. He stared longer. Both of his hands were folded in the chest. His index finger holds his chin like the position of a person who is thinking hard.

"Try wearing the same peach color that is maroon red. I think it's better suited to that." Five times I changed clothes, now I have to obey the will of this middle-aged woman.

I followed his will. Out of the fitting room.

"No, excellent. You're pretty wearing that two-color dress. The peach looks calm and sweet. The maroon color looks eye catching and rather naughty ala young girl." He smiled brightly.

"Sir, take these two dresses!" aunty Iren's decree on the salesperson of this fashion outlet.

After paying, I think we can go home right now. But, Aunt Iren turned instead to the outlet bag and shoes.

"What's your leg size, honey?" He was friendly, but, I was not comfortable because I bought things that I thought were so luxurious and expensive.

"What's the matter, Tan?"

"Tante nanya even back nanya. What size?"

"Fourty, Tan."

"Oh .. okay. You wait here! Let Auntie find a shoe that suits you." He left me alone in this seat. I circled the room, I put the grocery bag next to the chair.

Just a fad, I grabbed one of the shoes on display in this place.

"What's? It's a discount, it's worth ten millions?" I shut my mouth.

"Tante Iren is so extravagant, is it necessary to buy something like this?" gumamku. This shoulder immediately drowned. Sitting is uncomfortable too.

"Lho, really Wulan huh?" There was a voice heard. I looked at the source of the voice that said my name.

This head turned his head, looking at a man who was carrying a grocery bag. The man looked at me question markingly. I wanted to say hello, but when a woman approached him, I expressed my intention to say hello to the man. She looked at me with a sharp look as if I were her enemy.

"What are you doing here, Beb? You know this village girl, right? Fashion is so tacky." His hands are ruffled by the waist.

"Win the makeup of menor ajah belagu," I murmured not to lose.

"What do you mean, you village girl?" The woman approached me. We were both so close.