NOT PERPETRATORS

NOT PERPETRATORS
Crazy Shopping's


We also arrived in front of the mall. After Dimas parked the car, we got down, and went into the mall.


"Arka, you're the same Om Ganteng, huh? Mama let me buy clothes first with Aunt Alien Pencopet!" chirps Dimas while carrying Arka.


"Hey! Can you call me by a more proper name?" fania's protest was upset as she turned to Dimas who was walking behind her.


"Let the Ark down, Om? Arka shy carried. Arka, right, is it big?" reject the Ark innocently.


"Oh, okay." Dimas also lowered the Ark. "Smart kid!" he muttered as he ruffled Arka's hair.


As we were walking towards the section selling Muslim clothes. Fania with the spirit of immediately choosing the sexy clothes she met before being in the place she was headed.


"Hey!" Dimas dragged Fania's arm. "Your job is to choose fashionable clothes for my lover. Not for yourself!" reprimand Dimas to Fania who was observing sexy clothes hanging in line.


Fania gave a rough breath. "Each Commander ...," said Fania limp.


"Why not get excited?" tanya Dimas who also noticed Fania's pouting face.


"You're telling me I can pick out all my clothes?"


"Yes, but after you've done your job. Find as many suitable and fashionable clothes as possible for Imania, huh?!"


"okay! Ready, Commander! Four five!" fania said as she raised her right hand, honoring Dimas as a soldier to her commander.


We walked again too. I have absolutely no idea how to choose clothes that are fashionable and also suitable for me to wear. I just obey. After walking around, we arrived at a place that sold a variety of special women's clothing that was hijab.


"Well, this is good!" my words while touching one of the beautiful gamis displayed there.


"No, Immania! Don't touch that! You already have so many clothes like that!" ban Fania from me.


Fania moved from that place. "Dimas, let's go to the second floor. It's old-fashioned!" said.


"Well," replied Dimas, then trailed behind Fania. "Come, Ark!" take Dimas with you while leading him.


I followed them both. We went up the escalator stairs together. Arriving on the second floor. Fania immediately led us to the section selling clothes for hijab-wearing women.


I'm also more interested here. The models, the patterns and the colors, are all more varied here. Fania's eyes also shrewdly observed him one by one. He looked serious in choosing the clothes I was going to wear.


"It's very complete here. It's better!" muttered.


"I guess not! These are old models, Imania!" tukas Fania's. "Let's go to the third floor!" bring again.


I immediately arrested Fania. "Why? It's pretty good here, too, huh?"


"Good from where, my goodness! Immania? Do you really not understand fashion in the least?" fania said as she rolled her eyes. "Dimas! We're going up again!"


"Alright, come!" answer Dimas patiently.


We've been driving around for over an hour, and haven't gotten a single piece of clothing for me. It's so exhausting! I don't know what kind of clothes Fania was looking for me. In my opinion, what I met earlier was also very good.


We took the elevator together. Arriving on the third floor, Fania directly guided us to walk towards the complete hijab clothing seller section. I followed him lazily. I was worried, after this, Fania would also ask us to ride again. How exhausting!


When it was in the desired place, Fania's eyes immediately looked at the clothes one by one. His hands began to touch him one by one, to observe the types of cloth.


"Imania, try wearing this!" exclaimed Fania while offering a set of clothes consisting of superiors and subordinates.


I accepted it and immediately tried it in the dressing room. The clothes chosen by Fania were very good. The model is unique, not too narrow and not too loose. So, the pants are also suitable for me to wear by combining hijab.


After wearing it, I let go, then came out of the dressing room. I approached Fania who was still picking clothes.


"Hows it? Does it fit?" asked after getting me out of the dressing room.


"Yes, it fits perfectly in my body" I replied with a smile.


"Then try this again!" he said, handing me a few more pieces of clothing.


"It's a lot, Fania!" I said, overwhelmed, holding a pile of clothes that he gave me.


"Well anyone ready to pay, Ima?" he said, glancing towards Dimas.


"Really! Choose as you please. More is better. Even if you want, I'll buy you this mall, Nia," Dimas told me.


"Ciye? Eghem! Lucky for you, Imania?" fania Goda.


And finally, I bought over twenty pieces of clothing. Not to mention, Fania chose dozens of pashmina for me, and various models of shoes to accompany me to work. We spent three hours, just buying clothes for me. I couldn't hold all my own groceries. It's a lot.


"Di, this is mostly!" I said.


"Why should we talk about him?"


Dimas laughing. "You're so funny. I don't think this is much. You can shop as much as you can while you're with me. I'd be so happy to see you look more beautiful and fashionable."


"Am I less beautiful?" I said a little offended.


Dimas let out a rough breath. "I want you to be more groomed after being with me. I want to show Bastian how to treat women well."


I looked at Dimas in annoyance. "I don't really care about looks, Di. Mas Bastian used to always accept me for who I am."


"If she accepts you for who you are, she can't possibly be cheating on you, can she?"


"So, you mean, Bastian's cheating on me because I'm the one who doesn't look after me?"


Dimas brought his face closer to me. "What ... women are always sensitive like this, when it comes to appearance?"


I didn't answer it. I immediately thrust all my groceries to Dimas. Then lead Arka to get out of this place.


"Hey! Are you angry?" tanyanya while holding all my groceries.


I paused for a moment, then said, "I want to shop even more!" I said without looking at him who was still staring at me.


"Well, that's good!" he said as he approached me. "Please do your best, miss!" he said, smiling widely.


I looked around. "Where's Fania?"


Dimas realizes that Fania is not here.


"Try calling him!" dimas Command.


"Okay" I replied.


I called Fania. But not lifted. I guess, he must be busy choosing sexy clothes.


"Yes, already. We go shopping for Arka first" I said then walking towards the children's clothing section.


Dimas patiently followed me, and brought me the groceries that filled his hands. I also chose some clothes for Arka. Complete with shoes and sandals.


After feeling enough, I immediately contacted Fania back. I'm still waiting for Fania to pick up the call from me. But again he didn't answer my phone.


"Where is he?" muttered worried.


"I know!" Dimas suddenly led me down to the second floor.


"Where are we going?" I asked Dimas who was walking in front of me.


"Fania must be there!"


"Where is it?" my many.


"I saw him so attracted to one hot-seller's place! Ha-ha ...!"


I followed him too. We went down the escalator again. Because Arka was very happy to go up the escalator stairs. Maybe Arka thinks that these stairs are like toys for children.


Arriving at the second floor, Dimas immediately walked quickly towards the place he was thinking about. And sure enough, Fania was there. More surprisingly, Fania was with Reza in front of the cashier. Reza seemed to be scolding Fania. And there was another woman there, holding Reza's arm. What the hell's going on?


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