Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 71

"What's with your face?" Alan looked at me as he removed his seat belt. After that get out of the car and walk around it and stand on the other side of the door where I sit.

I'm honestly a little disappointed. When Alan said he wanted to go for a walk, all I had in mind was to go to a tourist spot like a forest park or something.

"Why bring me here?" I asked while returning his hand.

Alan was always like that. He would stick my hand out and help me get out of the car every time we went out together. It made me feel like a princess who was treated so special by her prince.

"Didn't women like to shop?"

Yes, we are currently in one of the luxury malls in the capital. The mall is the second largest shopping mall in the country. Some famous international fashion and lifestyle brands such as Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Nike, Chanel and so on are in it.

In addition to its complete facilities, this place can be said paradise for culinary lovers like me.

I used to love this place a lot, but not anymore. I felt a little uncomfortable when I visited this place. Because every time you come here, memories of someone will reappear.

I think everyone knows who that person is. Right, it's Kevin. The man I once loved very much. The man who once catapulted me with promises and hopes as high as the sky. But after I felt on the wind he just threw it to the lowest point. So that it breaks me to pieces.

When we were together, he used to bring me here. Watch movies at the cinema, taste various kinds of food and also buy some items, such as bags and shoes.

I shook my head, expelling those memories. Memories that make my chest tight.

Forget her, Alea! Let go of all those painful memories, you can.

In my heart I repeat that sentence. Remind yourself to move on from him immediately. I let out a long sigh, filling my lungs with oxygen as well as suppressing the pain in the heart.

After that, he turned to the left, looking at the man holding my hand with a carefree face.

"I actually prefer gardening to shopping" I said later.

"Mrs Ars is different" he said with a faint smile. He looked pretty cute when he smiled like that. "Should I buy land in town B as dowry?" He tilted his head and looked at me. "You can garden after we get married" he continued.

I turned away from his handsome face. Instead looked at the shiny looking marble floor under the neon light and replied lazily. "Yes, then a month later you divorced me because your wife was being dirty."

Alan chuckled at my answer. He took off our hands. Then pull my waist, come closer to him. We became like conjoined twins at such a close distance. No, it's not just close but stuck to each other. "That's never gonna happen. I'm not letting you go, until any time." He puts emphasis at the end of the sentence.

I didn't say anything. Just keep stepping while smiling wryly.

Alan suddenly stopped his steps, automatically I stopped. I looked up, looking up at her face that was a few inches taller than me. "What's wrong?" ask me confused.

His forehead creased as he asked. "Alea, don't you trust me?"

I turned my face away, avoiding his sharp gaze. "I'm thirsty, let's get a drink there" I said, pointing to the booth near the escalator. Although he looked reluctant, but Alan did not refuse when I pulled his hand. He followed my steps obediently.

I let out a sigh of relief because Alan had not discussed the matter before after we finished buying the drinks. We entered one of the famous fashion brand outlets in the mall.

"Honey, come here quickly" said Alan.

I who was looking around turned around and walked up to him. "What's wrong?" I asked as soon as I got to his side.

"It's good shoes, try this."

I pushed his hand that thrust out that mint-colored Stiletto. "No, I don't want to buy shoes" I said, shaking my head.

"But I want to buy it for you. Sit down and try this one." Alan pushed me aside and forced me to sit on the long sofa that was there.

"There's no need to scream, my ears are still functioning properly" he said without looking at me. His gaze fell down, watching his hands twitching at my feet.

"Let me Al, I can do it myself."

His lentic eyelashes trembled as he looked up and raised his eyes. "What are you gonna do? It's done."

Right, when I looked down at the pair of stilettos it had already wrapped both my feet. I kept watching the thing that stuck perfectly to my feet. The color is very beautiful and looks very compatible with the color of my skin. I got up, walked a few steps.

"Hows it? Do you like it?"

I was so fascinated by the shoes with the seven-centimeter right, that I forgot that I was being noticed by Alan.

"No, the color is too pale, it doesn't match my skin," I said so consciously. I sat back down and took it off.

Alan smiled mockingly. "Is that so?"

I'm nodding. "Hm, I don't like it at all."

Alan leaned his body on me. "Alea .. didn't anyone tell you you were a bad liar?" whisper in my ear.

Instantly my body stiffened and my cheeks felt hot. So he knows I'm lying? How could?

As I turned my head and returned his gaze, his smile grew wider. He turned his face and said to the shop clerk who had been serving us lazily. "Compose that one" he said, pointing to the stiletto with the look in his eyes. After walking to the side and pointing at some other shoes again and again.

"This one too, this, this and that one on the other end."

The shopkeeper who had been standing up and was watching us was coughed and asked in a dismissive tone. "Sorry, are you sure you want to buy all that?"

Alan turned around and returned the employee's gaze. "Yes, is there a problem?"

"This may be the first time you've come to a place like this so I'm aware. But, let me tell you that all the items that are here are not cheap." The employee observed Alan's appearance from toe to head. "I'm afraid the price doesn't match your finances."

I poked my lips, holding back my laughter. I don't know what was on her mind that she dared to speak like that. As a salesman he should serve customers with a friendly and not distinguish service to each customer, regardless of what they wear and whatever their social status. That is the basic thing that must be owned by every worker in the field of commerce. But what this woman did was just the opposite. Not only was he being unpleasant but he was also insulting to customers and seemed intent on driving them away. Maybe it was because of what Alan and I were wearing so ordinary that he thought we couldn't afford it.

One corner of Alan's mouth was raised upwards, just before he lifted his face and returned the waiter's gaze. "Is that so?"

The woman nodded. "I suggest you shop somewhere else. Like the night market, for example. I'm guessing it's better suited for you and your girlfriend who's the actor."

I was struck by his words. It has been a few months since that incident. I thought everyone had forgotten about it. It turns out I was wrong, apparently some people still remember it. I looked down, staring at my clenched palm.

Suddenly a hand as white as milk and as smooth as velvet stretched out, grabbed my face and forced me to raise my head.

"Didn't I forbid you from bowing your head before anyone but myself? Why are you so disobedient?"

"Sorry." That word is all that comes out of my mouth. Alan wouldn't have had the humiliation and ill-treatment he had if he hadn't come into contact with me. Yes, from the beginning it was my fault. Today and in the future maybe I will continue to drag him into trouble.

Alan's snow-white face turned red. "You're innocent, why apologize?" he said softly. He leaned over, then landed a kiss on my forehead for a few seconds. After that, he stood up straight and turned to face the woman with a sharp look "Call your manager!" speak with a firm and loud voice. The usual hospitality attached to his face was gone already. Replaced by a cold aura that could freeze anyone.

Even so the woman looked fearless. He turned around and walked away from us arrogantly.

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