Wife Held by Mr. Aryan
chapter: 27 Who is He?

"Reran, huh. Most people are busy taking care of other people's lives, right? His life is rich."

"The same rich, lo."

"Well, how am I supposed to be the one again?"

"Bodos! I am angry with you. Don't talk to Ajakin."

"Why is it angry again? Wrong feeling from earlier."

"Yes that. Far away here, he said he wanted to do shopping, what proof? No one bought a piece."

"Oh because of that? Yes, choose which one. It's a bother."

"Ck! That was talking about it too. But nothing is bought."

"So it's because there are pests that bother. So it's delayed first."

"Reason! Ah, I want to go home. Males long ago I saw you."

"Will you go home? Opportunity does not come twice. If you want to go home, let me get the parking lot. How to be no?"

"Have you done the shopping."

"Here, sell it all over again."

"Udah, hunted! Long way, you're rich in snails."

Kesya went straight inside. And start choosing which one to buy.

Kesya took a young purple brucate, then pointed it towards, Aryan.

"Aryan, how? Beautiful isn't?"

"Beautiful anyway...Her clothes, you are ordinary."

"Campret, lo! Answer first. According to you, you don't fit this make?"

"Suit it anyway, just for what? Where are many more knickknacks. The glare of my eyes is."

"Ih, this is cool to know."

"Yes. What to buy if not used? Kan darling. Do you want to make clothes for the day? Not complicated what?"

"Not for those days either. This is cool to wear when coming to Hajatan. Rich wedding is that. Cool for sure."

"Who's gonna jump, lo? You can eat people's food, you make it."

"Abroad! Temen, you're a lot. Any idea they made an event, you must have been invited. Automatic, you rhyme dong."

"Geer is so, lo. Meningan I pigi myself, than together lo."

"Anga, Aryan. Sure, you want to spread the charm yes, same other girls? So mean!"

"Not with. Joking doang. Okay, so buy it?"

"Can you?"

Ask Kesya with sparkling eyes. Aryan nodded in agreement.

Kesya is very happy. When he saw the price, Kesya put back the clothes he held earlier.

"Well, what's it back?"

"Here it is." Kesya tells Aryan to come closer to her.

"The price is very expensive, Yan. Eight hundred thousand rupiah." Kesya whisper the nominal price listed on the robe.

"That's okay, Key. But this is good stuff. ORI isn't rich in those markets."

"Ah, not ah. This is market stuff, Aryan. Time the price. Want to take the Hajj time to sell?"

"So that's what I don't understand. Okay, so buy it?"

"Likes anyway. But it's expensive! If you buy a color, how many bales?"

"Yes my. Even in the same with color. Take it." Aryan immediately took the robe, then put it on his arm.

"You want what else? Tops, shoes, bags, no make up?"

"Everything's expensive, Yan." Whisper Kesya again

Aryan took the origin of the clothes hanging there.

"Yan, how much is this?"

"Udah! Wait a long time, mostly think. Where else would you like? Shoes not?"

Aryan went straight to the shoe shelves. "How big are the legs, lo?" Ask her

"Thirty-eight."

"Ck! That's a big size kid's foot sd times."

"Tell, try to wear it."

"Ah, I don't like it. Very tall, find the others." Refuse Kesya

"Should have been, you were self-conscious. In the short, wear a gini model. Let's look high." Omel Aryan's.

Inevitably, Kesya finally tried the shoes.

"Well, it's pretty. Just bring that. This, too, is sweet. Well, add one more."

Aryan continues to take various types of shoes arranged there.

"This all? A lot of great, Yan."

"Shut! Diem. Ah, yes, the bag hasn't." Aryan immediately pulled Kesya's hand towards the bag.

"choose which one." Kesya take one bag made of leather that the price is quite fantastic.

"One time? Take again. Two or three can be."

"That's a lot, Aryan. So the person should not be wasteful, should be frugal. Who knows when we might need it, but not money at all? Hayo, how?"

"Yes buk ustazah. His talk?"

"Ih, I told you instead ngeyel."

"Well, isn't there anymore? Let's get paid?"

"Udah ah's. There's a lot of this."

They also walked to the cashier. However, Aryan turned back again and took a bag there, then followed Kesya back.

"God! How about more?"

"Darling! It's so cute with his bag."

"Yaudah, if that's all you use."

"God! Started to crumble again. Something's wrong, I've been." Said Aryan while scratching his nape that did not itch

"This is all? The shop wasn't bought, was it?" Say the guard of love

"Oh, is the shop on sale too? Klo is for sale, let me buy everything."

The woman guarding the cashier was also laughing.

"Look easy, Mas. I'm just kidding too."

"Ouch, Ma'am. Don't joke with him. It's kind of sliding his brain, so I like not connecting."

The guard kept laughing.

After the transaction was completed, the two returned to the parking lot.

"Where else are you going?" Ask Aryan

"Go home, Yan. Tired me."

"Don't eat first? Shake up my stomach, ask to be filled. We'll eat first, okay?"

"Shit up."

Aryan started driving his car out of the shopping mall area, towards a nearby restaurant.

"Whenever here? Warteg is a lot? Where is cheap again."

"God! Still think of warteg, that stomach is in mind. Come on, laper's really me."

Aryan leads Kesya inside. After getting an empty table, they immediately sat down and ordered food.

What do you want to eat, Key?

"The same rich, let's go."

"The writing is also strange. Use their alien language time, huh? I don't read it." Kesya Whispe

"It's english, bego. Alien language anyway? there-there's a lo."

While waiting for the food to come, a man came and approached their table.

"Kesya, huh?" Greet the man

Kesya who was playing a mobile phone, immediately turned her head.

"Where is it? How come there's no news? Your phone number cannot be contacted either. Change the new number?"

Kesya glanced at Aryan. From the look, Aryan. He seems to be angry again.

'Well, in this case. Can be in diemin nih I got a week' Inner Kesya

Seriate....