Don'T Be The Antagonist
Beginning

"Have you chosen, sir?" said an SPG shoe store, Izra who has been around for 15 minutes just to see 7 pieces of white sneakers.

"Give the most comfortable. The price does not matter, as long as it is comfortable to wear," Izra told the female employee.

The female employee gave her a white sneaker with a gray pattern as her border. "What if this, sir. The price is quite expensive, but it is very convenient because the pads are soft and thick."

Izra stared at the shoe for quite a while, before finally nodding his head in understanding. "Size, same as your shoe size. Please bring it for me."

"Good, Sir. You can wait a little while at the cashier, I'll take him right there."

Izra nodded back, walked over to the cashier and waited for his order to come.

Bruk!

A few boxes of shoes fell behind Izra's feet, making him turn his head and look at the fairly young woman in SPG clothes the shop was aghast in shock and fretted at her angry-looking face.

"Pardon me, sir. I was completely unintentional. You're okay, aren't you?" said the young clerk of the shop, looking at him with a guilty look.

Izra looked at the cashier who was looking at the young girl with a piercing glare, as if warning her with a murderous look.

"You didn't take it?" izra asked, looking at the woman who was bowing her head deeply, in front of her, with a cold look.

"W-what?" the woman asked, looking at Izra with a frightened look, as she peered behind her eye-covering bangs, in that position.

"His stuff. You didn't clean that up?" Izra asked, staring at the shoebox that was blocking his way out of the store.

The young store clerk was surprised, he forgot something important because he was too afraid to put his fear on the shop guest.

"A-ah, I-I'm sorry, sir. I'll take care of it" said the young store clerk, crouching to clean up the mess.

Then something flowed from the girl's knee, behind the black stockings she was wearing to cover her legs, there was a thick red liquid coming down her calf.

"This is your order, sir," said SPG, who served his purchase, bringing him the shoes he wanted.

"Thank you" said the cashier, before seeing Izra walking away from the store with his luggage.

Brak!

"You crazy? Why make mistakes in front of customers. You don't have eyes to look forward to, huh?!" shouted a woman from the store, scolding SPG the woman who picked up the items she dropped.

"I'm sorry, brother. Today I lacked focus" said the young woman, in a trembling voice.

Izra stopped his steps, turned his head back and looked at the woman crying in a begging position, in front of the second leg of SPG the woman who was older than him.

"Huh, I guess that kind of sight I can only see out there. But what is this ethically-filled country? Do Mall managers only choose their employees from the face and not from their ethics?" Izra stared lazily at the three women inside the shop. "Free beautiful if lack of morals, disgusting!" before he left the store.

***

"Sister has come?" tanya Nuri, welcomed Izra's arrival behind the entrance gate of the party.

The new Izra got down from the car and saw his little sister waiting beside the gate, by allowing herself to be exposed to the sunlight directly, directly approaching with a heavy sigh several times.

"What are you doing here, Nuri? Why not just wait inside? It's hot and full of dust. It's not good for your lung health" Izra said, with a cold expression, though he didn't mean to be that cold.

Nuri lowered her head and looked at the handkerchief she held tightly in her left hand from earlier.

"Hehe, it's okay. I purposely went out and away from the party venue in search of perfume-free air." Nuri looked back at Izra, raised her head and smiled faintly. "I'm fine, brother. Go in and give the thing to Mommy, before the leg gets worse," he said, pushing Izra away towards the party.

"With such a pale face, why do you like to smile so strongly?" luluh Izra, sighed tiredly and walked away. "I'll give you this soon and accompany you here. Wait for me and don't go anywhere!" saying, warning.

Nuri waved her hand and smiled. In that instant, the smile he held on purpose in front of Izra, instantly turned into tears with his body trembling violently.

"Why am I sick on this happy day? Just trouble. Calm down, calm down and let those people be happy without worrying about you, Nuri," Inner Nuri, closed her eyes, closing her eyes, he raised his face towards the sky and tried his hardest to endure the pain crashing into his head and chest.