The Pride of an Ex
episode 24
"What is that, Al?"
I turned around, looking at Mama who was standing on the porch.
"No idea, Mah. This is also what sent him sook and really use nulis 'for a future wife', whereas who would want to marry him.
My mother no longer spoke. He took the box from my hand which was now right at the door.
Then take her and sit in the living room.
"Weight, Al. What's that?" said Mama weighing the maroon red box.
I put my shoulders down. Absolutely not interested in the contents of the gift.
What I want to know, who's the sender?
Not his son, Gunawan?
Aish, just meet yet, already dare to call the future wife. Very confident that I will accept her proposal.
"Oh Allah, Alira look.it's great."
Hearing Mama hysterical, I who was not interested, now even glance at the gift that Mama opened.
My eyes squinted when a long dress Mama took from inside the box.
It was a beautiful first impression I saw.
My eyes were hypnotized by a silver dress filled with pearl beads mixed with small flowers on her waist.
Graceful and luxurious to complement the beauty of the dress that I do not know who the sender is.
"Beautiful, Al?" my mother again praised.
I gulped, opened my eyes to wake up and looked the other way.
But, in fact, it can't. In my heart I acknowledge the beauty of the dress that is still in Mama's hands.
L like it.
"Al, by the way dong. The dress is pretty, right?"
"I-iya Mah, beautiful. Uh, but it's normal, uh,"
"Well, you're a plan. It was beautiful, now it's not. Bye, this is simple. Coincidentally, you don't have a dress for the party yet, do you? Wear this, it'll fit in your body, Al."
I shook my head to reject Mama's proposal. Where could I possibly be wearing a dress that I don't know where the source is.
Later he can be big head and think I like it.
"No, Mah. Alira does not want to use it, Alira took it at the boutique Mama aja, deh." reject me blatantly.
Mama scowling. Put the dress back in the box.
Then it left me in a dilemma.
My heart and mind are not in line. Between wanting to refuse, but has fallen in love since the first glance at her giving.
Yes,dia. People I don't know what they look like.
I lifted the dress up again, just like the first time I saw it.
Beautiful and graceful. But, yes, I have to wear this dress?
Uh, wait. Like her this dress is not alone in the box.
I put away the dress, and saw a pair of high heels with matching colors and a sprinkling of swarovski on it.
"It's so pretty." I took those high heels, and tried them.
The size fits perfectly on my feet.
I acknowledge the perfection of the two items he sent me.
It seems like that person knows me very far. The proof is that he knows my favorite color and my size.
Again I was made a dilemma between wanting to refuse his gift or admit his success that has made me fall for his send.
When this sight could not escape the two items in front of me, suddenly my phone rang.
Della's name is my coworker on the phone screen. I purposely gave him my new number to find information at the factory.
"Hallo, Del."
"Alira.tang, Lir," she said sounding ambiguous.
"What's so bad?"
"So in the factory, very ramee on your word. He said, you broke the manager's phone and slapped Emira. Is that right, Lir?" della asked seriously.
I smiled a little before answering my friend's question. Cross your legs, sit as quietly as possible.
"Yes, that's real. That's why I went straight home, right? I've been dealing with them, Dell."
"So, where do you want to work? What do you want your son to eat, Alira? find a hard job, Lir."
"I went back to my parents' house, Dell. Take it easy, my son and I will not be short of food even though they no longer work in the factory. Oh yeah, don't forget to come to the party later, huh? I will tell you everything that happened between me and Bima. Ok?"
My conversation continued until late. Della told Emira the swearing she made for me. Della said, Emira forbade the security guard to open the gate if I come back to the factory.
Uh. his style is like the owner. Sook ngatur, so much as he wants.
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