
Elira continues to walk down the boutique aisle filled with dozens of beautiful dresses, which certainly Elira is sure that the dress is not cheap.
When he and Raga first got there, Elira felt that they were in the wrong place. It wasn't that Mace Reina told them to go buy cloth, not ready-made clothes. Then why did Raga even go to the clothes, or rather boutique all kinds of dresses.
"DIANKA BOUTIQUE." muttered Elira while reading a small inscription on one of the dresses.
One hand outstretched touched one of the wedding dresses that looked so beautiful and luxurious. Slowly Elira's smile rose, but not a sweet smile but a beautiful smile when remembering her current condition.
Will she have the opportunity to wear this beautiful dress when married? married married married? Elira swallowed her hard-earned salivary as her heart whispered the word marry.
The woman immediately wiped away her tears that had almost fallen, no! she can no longer cry. There were enough tears coming out in vain.
"What is Lira, getting married is not mandatory. As long as you're happy, not getting married is okay." Elira smiled smugly at the end of the dress she was holding tightly.
Without Elira realizing that since then Raga has seen everything. Starting from Elira admiring the beautiful dress dress, until the mutterings of Elira was heard by Raga.
"Actually, what happened to you El?" whispered Raga slowly, slowly her legs carried her to Elira who was still staring blankly at the dress.
"Do you like the dress?" Raga slightly puffed up her body in order to whisper in Elira's ear. Until Elira was surprised reflex turned to make both their noses touch without distance. This was the first time Elira had seen eyes as sharp as an Eagle that she did not dare to look directly at.
"Sorry." Raga immediately distanced his face, the man looked clumsy with this unexpected occurrence. Elira looks to bow her face deep inside. Even though this is not the first time she has come into contact with men even when forced at that time, and now Elira again feels fear in her when her limbs come into contact with the opposite sex.
"Eemm, i-it's Mami's order is finished wrapped, want to go home?" I don't know why Raga even became clumsy and misbehaved like this. Just touching the tip of the nose with Elira slightly, instantly making her tremor. Even though in Spain, many women who often show off their curves in front of him, not infrequently someone dared to reach his hand and point it towards their sensitive parts. Not the tip of the nose, but not able to make it tremor as it is today.
'Oh, my Eagle, just the tip of the nose. Be aware, how about the other end.' Raga monologue in his heart
"We're going home?" elira's voice returned to Raga
"Hopefully Mother does not sell this dress." hope Raga
The man touched the end of the dress then squeezed it slowly, Raga smiled thinly while releasing her squeeze. The 41-year-old walked casually out of a row of gorgeous Tante dresses.
But his steps had stopped when he heard the noise from the direction of the cashier table. Raga immediately quickened her pace, her forehead wrinkled when she saw Elira's arm being gripped tightly by a man.
"Let go of my hand, sir!" coldly said Elira
"No! I will never let you go again! we can marry Lira, I guarantee there will not be a single person who views you as a third person. Please marry me?" said the gentle man who was holding Elira's arm
"A-I, a-I tid.," Elira's speech was interrupted upon hearing a woman's shriek.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY FIANCEE ITCHY WOMAN?!" the shrieking voice invited many eyes to stare at them.
"Arjun, why is this woman here? did you meet here on purpose, didn't you? you're so mean to me Arjun, not that Grandpa Rohid has already let.
"She's here with me, miss, not because of an appointment with your man." Raga quickly cut off the words of the woman who was cornering Elira at this time. Raga did not know what their problem was, but she would not let her family members be hurt right in front of her eyes.
"You got a problem with them, Amor?" raga asked Elira, even she did not ask Elira for permission first while embracing her waist.
OM OM SEGER πππ
READING WHILE LISTENING TO THE SONG ARIJIT SING THAT TUM HI HOO IS DEFINITELY MORE NYESπππ