Bad First Impression

   The woman likes shopping, and so does Abiya. So, there's nothing wrong with Iyya holding a lot of new stuff, right? She's also a woman.

    "Thank you," he said to the employee who helped him carry all his groceries.

    "Sis, I'll keep the goods at the cashier. So, later, you just have to take it," he said because he can't carry a lot of things while walking around following the buyer.

    "Okay," he answered simply. After all, there's no problem. After all, even if the goods are lost later, let the mall be responsible because the loss is right in front of them.

    Iya again continued his hunt for the new fashion that was here. This is her regular shop with her mother if she buys genuine imported clothes from abroad.

    His eyes sparkled when he saw the knee-length white dress that was beautifully displayed at the end of the corner. Immediately he walked quickly so that he could reach it before anyone else. Because it seems Iyya is not willing to give up the dress for someone else.

    One more step to arrive, but it's not a fortune. The dress was first taken by a middle-aged woman. Iyya chuckles annoyed, why do mothers have to be the opponent? Of course, he will lose. But, if you haven't tried it, you won't know what the result is, right?

    "Euhm… Auntie, sorry. That's mine," said Iyya bravely. For the sake of the white dress, he ventured to seek war with mother.

    Given a meaningful look by the woman in front of her who was not like those mothers, to be honest, Iyya's guts shrunk a little.

    "Oh yeah? I think this dress is for sale and no one has bought it yet. After all, you and I, I think I came first," she replied calmly and firmly.

    She took a deep breath. "But, I don't think the dress fits Auntie. It's a young girl's dress, Auntie," said Iyya again, still wanting to try his luck.

    "You doubt me? I don't think other people will think I'm forty if I wear this dress. And if you think you're young, please find another dress, your age won't change just because of clothes, right?"

    Ah, Iyya regrets his actions in his heart. How could he lose when he was just starting? However, what he said was true. No, Iyya won't just give in.

    "Sorry, Auntie. I'm a regular at this shop."

    "Oh really?" Suddenly the woman waved her hand which made the employees of this shop come straight away, not even one, but three people.

   Of course, he was surprised. Who is this woman? Why is it so influential?

   "Tell him who I am?"

    One of the employees nodded his head and started to say who the woman was. "He is a customer of our shop for twenty years, Sis. Sorry, but you are only five years old, right?"

    It hurts. Iyya lost badly, he bragged about something that had no meaning at all. Wretched.

    "This is Mrs. Iris Anastasia, wife of the late TNI General Mahesa Jenar Malik if you know her."

    Iya frowned. Seems familiar about the name. But who? Where did she know him? Or, who did she know him from?

    Until a voice greeted his ears softly. His favorite voice lately. Iyya's head turned when the woman's gaze was also looking in the same direction.

    "Are you done, mom?"

    She rolled her eyes with her mouth open. He took turns looking at Iris and the boy who called her "Mother".

    "Why? Are you bored? Want to go home? Please! I can go home alone. But, leave your credit card," said Jealousy making the man who was none other than Abidzar sigh softly. He stepped closer, standing in front of Iris with a sweet smile. Smiling Iris, Iyya is being made to float.

    "No, Abi, wait for Mother outside again. If you just have to pay, just call Abi," he said then didn't let go of his smile.

    Abi turned to his side which he felt continued to stare at him non-stop. A little surprised, but as soon as possible he normalized his facial expression.

    "Auntie, please take the dress. Auntie must be very beautiful in this dress. I'm sorry, Auntie is beautiful!" Immediately, Iyya left them, leaving Iris and Abi who was confused by his attitude.

    "That's a strange woman. Just tried to snatch this dress from me. Why has it changed now?"

    Abby bowed her head. What Iyya did, must be because of him. Abi glanced at the dress Iris was holding. Do you like that dress?

    "Let's go to the cashier. I'm done!"

    Abi nodded his head and just followed where his mother was going. After all, his job is to be a bodyguard and the ATM is running.

    ***

    "Why Yya?" asked Alula, who this afternoon took the time to accompany Iyya because it was the woman who asked for it.

    Iya didn't take the pillow off her face.

   "If you just asked me to come over to see your pillow-covered face, I'd better not come here. What's up hurrying up?" Alula was furious. It's annoying this one human child.

    Only then did Iyya show his pathetic face to Alula. Alula herself immediately sat closer as soon as she saw her best friend's face which seemed to be messed up.

    "Why?" he asked worriedly.

    "Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" Instead of answering, Iyya shouted making Alula immediately cover her ears.

    "I should have made a good impression at the first meeting. Why is it like this!"

    Alula scratched her head but didn't itch. Confused about how to respond if Iyya is already like this.

    "Who's the first meeting?"

    "I should have known his family. If I had known maybe something like this wouldn't have happened."

    "Whose family?"

    "Oh, Alula. How come you're so fussy, you've been asking around for a while? Yes, I'm still annoyed, I'm embarrassed now."

    Allura fell silent. Is he wrong? What is wrong with it? Who told him to come just to be confused?

    Finally, rather than being wrong, Alula chose to remain silent. Instead of getting scolded later.

    "You only know the name but don't know the face! Eh? But it's not wrong, right? I don't know. Who told them not to be active on social media? If they are active and save photos there, right, Iyya will know. Aaahhhhkkkk, still Don't worry. Surely later Iyya won't get his blessing."

    Iyya stopped to let out all the things. He turned to Alula who had been silent.

    "How come Alula is silent? Don't you care about her misery? Why are you like that!"

    Allura took a deep breath. Just give up already. Whatever he's doing now is all wrong.

    "Earlier you told me to be quiet. Now I'm silent, you said I don't care about friends. What do you want, Yya?" asked Alula angrily to herself.