Pura-Pura Jodoh
The Two Sejoli Meeting

Almost all the shops on the third floor already entered Lula. Every time she came out of the store, Lula always showed up with a new item. I don't know what Lula is planning right now! Zola reached the head bracelet, looking at the behavior of his nephew.

Now Zola's hands are full of grocery bags. Though the dress and shoes have not been able to, but Lula is still very active in choosing clothes. “You tumben, choose clothes a lot!” zola protests, as her leg muscles begin to tighten.

Lula smiled wryly, looking at Zola. Now the uniform that was wrapped in his body has changed with Zola's big size shirt. They had to change cars and clothes first in Zola's apartment.

“Let me nitip on you first, yes! we'll stop by your apartment again. Later if Eyang Ano has returned to his house, then I will take it! I don't want the title of best grandchild, tarnished for buying quite a lot of groceries. I thought I was wasting my husband's money. Though I was spending money giving grandfather!”

Zola grunts tiringly accompanying Lula shopping. He could have done it for a pair of shoes. Even if he asked Abhi's father, it would also be given. “Buktinya it's a fact, you are indeed WASTEFUL!”

“Yes, this time only! he said he wanted my husband to fall in love. So whatever it is, I have to do it dong! including changing my appearance!”

“Terden, deh! Later if your efforts fail, do not need to consul to me yes!" annoyed Zola. tired he was made a consultant. "tomorrow I want to go to the oertopedi, want my sore legs!”

“Pijitin Tiara will also heal!”

“Ogah!” sahut Zola ketus.

Lula understands and quite understands the principle of Zola, who holds firm, ‘Delingan has no girlfriend, rather than having to return to the Former.’

Yang Lula feared how if it turned out Zola's soul mate was his ex, ketelen deh it's his own saliva. "Lo's pretty girl, Zol!"

"Bodo'!" they continued their steps around the third floor. “Keep my shoes when it was bought?” Just when Zola was outsmarting that question. Their steps arrived in front of the entrance of the shoe palace.

“Please my handsome Om! Please take as you please. Mumpung sultini is being kind!”

Of course Zola was very excited to enter the shoe palace. He quickly ran towards the men's shoe collection. Choose the most expensive price from the collection that is there.

While waiting for Zola to pick a shoe, Lula tried to go around, looking for a shoe that would fit her. He should be doing his best tomorrow. Charming, until they give a big welcome for his arrival.

I have to look beautiful. So they deserve to judge me next to Daddy! thought Lula.

Thinking about tomorrow's event, Lula only realized one thing. If tomorrow's a job show, doesn't that mean her husband will be there too? Where can he represent himself? but to date, even Frans has not appeared!

“Where did the man go? If I meet tomorrow I'll be all-out!” muttered Lula while dancing a high heels off the shelf. “Mbak, size 39 is there, right? please get it!” Lula chose silver-colored heels, slightly striking the eye because it was sprinkled with coarse gliter on its side.

When the woman takes Lula's order, Zola comes back to Lula, showing her a pair of shoes. "This is it, pretty Lula!"

Lula checked first Zola's choice. “Om, seriously this price?” ask Lula, when looking at the price bandrol Zola shoes.

“Ya?”

“No love, same money?! you are the period of growth, will be used a year already does not fit? Don't want a cheaper one?” rayu Lula, trying to cancel Zola's order when he saw the price bandrol of Zola's choice of shoes for one motor unit. "That's a thirty percent discount!" Lula pointed towards the promo board listed on the board.

“Yeee, that's it! Tired me muter-muter nyari!”

Lula resigned, pity also saw Zola exhausted because accompanying her shopping. As the price of time that Zola has sacrificed, Lula will pay with her credit card when later doing the transaction, because the cash is not enough anymore.

“Please, Mbak!” shopkeeper called Lula, handing over the shoes Lula had asked for.

“You can't buy that one! inappropriate!” zola protested when she saw Lula about to wear silver shoes.

“Use that one!” Zola pointed at the high-heeled shoes with a shiny black color. “Black color is more in use for any type of color! Moreover, you are not the type of shoe collection girl. So buy one can be worn until it is torn! And black color will match with any color!” Zola explained, when Lula kekeh tried the silver color of money had attracted her attention. Zola understands Lula is not a girl who likes to shop, so her collection of clothes and bags must be very minimal.

“Emang so, Ma'am?” Lula did not believe Zola's explanation, so she asked the woman who had brought her shoes.

“True. More or less so, except for the collection. You can buy colors and models according to the color of the dress to be used.”

“That's no size 39?” lula asked, pointing at the shoes Zola had chosen.

"It looks like there's still."

“Yes, I've just taken it!” sahut Lula while walking out of the women's shoe area.

“No, my girlfriend is always right to buy stuff!” Lula insists she doesn't like the way the woman looks at Zola. Unwillingly, the handsome Zola was stared at so intensely by an avid girl like her.

Zola who understood Lula's intentions could only hold back a laugh. Then lead Lula to the cashier table to pay for the items they have chosen. "Doubtful like the owner, but if you think about it they also know that we are still a derivative!" zola protests, when her laughter disappears.

"Know where?"

Zola is getting more and more excited about teasing Lula. But, he did not want to extend the matter any longer, as he did not have a proper answer to Lula's remark. Unless they issued a ID card and showed it to the shopkeeper, because both of them have the last name Damanik.

Long enough Lula lined up in front of the cashier's desk. After that their goal is to place the dress. Again Zola who chose a beautiful dress for Lula to be worn to the inauguration of her husband's office. The clothes that will make Lula look more graceful and mature.

They were already quite tired, after browsing through the shop after shop that was there. In fact, there was not a single shop left on the third floor.

“Zola, to the salon can be a good time? I want to get my hair straight!” tawar Lula while pointing towards a female-only hair salon.

Zola looked towards the clock that coiled her hand. It's been seven in the evening, hoping the salon doesn't wait in line for long. If there's a lot of lines, Lula will be home at what time?

“Promise, buy Ease!” rayu Lula when she saw that Zola's hand was full of groceries, especially the man's face as if it was heavy to step foot to the place Lula had pointed.

“Ok, but buy that bread first, make a stomach wedge!”

“Zola ... later you boker again!” Lula tried to refuse. It's late, and she doesn't want to wait for Zola to just hang out on the toilet.

“No will! Just a snack?!” refute Zola.

Lula has no power to refuse Zola's request. They stopped by the bakery first, at least Zola could wait for Lula while filling her stomach with bread.

Some bagel bread was already in Lula's hands. The girl enjoyed muttering about the taste of the bread, while her feet kept stepping towards the beauty salon. Zola who did not understand about the types of bread and its origin just nodded, understanding Lula's explanation.

Lucky when entering the beauty salon, the queue is not so long. It could be, because it was night they were lazy to cut their hair. But not with Lula, there's no more time than today. Remembering the inauguration day is tomorrow night.

However, one thing made Lula's move a little heavy to advance. When his ears hear a question from a woman, ask the bill fee, while in front of the cashier's desk. As Lula's eyes were fixed on the source of the voice, she was a little amazed at the woman's differences. It still looks beautiful, with a new hairstyle made slightly above the shoulder.

Lula wants to say hello, at least she has good etiquette as the girl who wants to win Frans' heart. But, upon seeing the figure of a man appear from within the room. It's not just Lula! But Zola, standing by the door, froze, chewing her bread when she saw Frans walking closer to Priscilla.

Lula's heart crumbled, she had just decided to start a good relationship with Frans. But it was precisely beaten reality with Frans' attention on Priscilla. Frans's departure without news had hurt Lula's feelings. Especially at this moment, he had actually seen them walk together!

Lula wanted to shout in front of Frans' face, demanding an explanation of their marriage relationship! But, he had to hold it in, wait until he got home. Lula turned a glance towards Zola, gesturing her to exit the room, before they realized her presence.

But late! lula's legs ready to swing forward stopped instantly as a greeting from Priscilla first sounded to fill the room.

“Hai Lula!”

Lula closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Then turned to look at the two. Her lips tried to smile brightly, although at this moment her eyes could see how her husband was surprised to realize she was in the same room as them. But that highlight slowly changed, and it was difficult for Lula to interpret.

Frans is like discovering a new habit from the other side of Lula. The girl was so mysterious to him that she did not know Lula's true self. Looking at the grocery bag in Zola's hand, it was like justifying what Priscilla said at the time. About Lula's lifestyle that is above average, so he needs a lot of money to meet his needs. He was still unsure, but the reality in front of him was like this.

“Hai Aunt, Dadd!” lula said in a friendly voice, even though her chest was already rumbling violently, she desperately tried to hold back her tears so as not to fall. He wanted to look fine at the moment.

“Wah, out shopping, huh?! so much?!” Priscilla stepped closer to Lula.

“Em yes, Auntie! Trying to enjoy life, Tan!” reply Lula, gracefully.

“Waw! Then please continue! we go first yes!” Priscilla flanked Frans' arm, taking the man out of the salon.

After the two humans left, Zola said softly. “Still intending to beautify yourself?” his tanyanya tried to comfort Lula who was bowing her head.

“Aaa, be! Sure, so dong!” Lula bit the rough bread bagel in her hand. Ask the hair stylist to quickly rearrange his hair.

“Gue callin brother Rainer yes! let it beat up people!” zola's permission, she couldn't bear to see Lula's eyes were already red as it held back the crying.