“Have all of our items been stored?” We’re in the mall now, looking for stuff that will be useful in the new house we’re moving into. I’m still staring at the table since that’s all that’s lacking in terms of household equipment. The next thing we’ll do is go shopping for clothing. There isn’t even one left. I didn’t tell Randall I knew the mastermind because if I continued to complain, Charlotte would retaliate, and the never-ending retribution would continue.
I nodded and turned to face the two of them, as if driven to accompany me in my search for something suitable. Randle yawned, while Randall tried to ignore his drowsiness. Is it really so dull to buy for them? I’m really enjoying what I’m doing and can’t wait to incorporate it into our future house. I don’t think it will cost anything because Randall will be present. To this day, I haven’t spent the money he ever offered us. I grew thirsty as I stifled my laughing; table was all we needed. I’m searching for something that will complement the color of the house.
I approached the two of them when he was sleepy and motioned that I wanted to drink. Maybe he can’t understand what I’m saying because he’s weary. I rolled my eyes at him, appearing to sulk, and was about to stride out when he stopped me. He hands Randle to me and then scrapes his chin.
“I’ll get it for you,” he said as he walked out to one of the few food kiosks. He approached a vendor because there was one there. Randle and I were just observing him when three ladies approached him and I grimaced. They are still competing to see who will be the first. What’s more incredible is that they’re friends with distinct haircuts. One is all black and hardly reaches up to the neck. The second is dyed white, while the second is gold. It’s looks like that they don’t dress since their clothing are too short for them. They were clearly younger than I was.
I just watched them while I was conscious of myself. I looked at what I was wearing and was embarrassed that Randall had been with me. And I’m wearing a purple dress and a white purse. I was suddenly taken aback. It’s only now that I’m so worried about how I look. I want to run to the bathroom and put on make -up to fix myself. But spontaneously my feet walked towards Randall. Randle also just looks straight at where his father is.
I bumped into the woman with white hair as we drew near. What exactly is she, Grandma? I wanted to roll my eyes at them, but instead I just handed Randle over to Randall. The women I saw were watching everything I did. When I couldn’t take the aggravation any longer, I turned to face them and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you need anything from my husband?” I asked, looking at the phone, which was still trying to set. It appears that they intend to take his number, and he does not object. I become even more upset.
Even though it was too late, the woman put down her phone and tucked it behind her. I mimicked their expression to demonstrate that they had nothing to conceal because I could see everything plainly. I raised an eyebrow at each of them one by one, and a woman with gold hair raised an eyebrow at me as well. I examined her from head to toe, and she did the same. I almost opened my lips to create the letter “O,” but I stopped myself. She crossed her arms and smirked, as if taunting me. I’m not sure how many saints I’ve summoned simply to keep my hand from tormenting her. However, a lady of refinement and beauty should not be as chatty as others.
“No one informed me that the shrimp was now walking. I believe you should just be in the water?” Her eyes widened in response for my insult to her. Her colleagues were taken aback. This is most likely the scoundrel who demanded my husband’s phone number. I gazed at her again, from head to toe, so she could feel my rage, and I fully degraded her.
The woman lifted her hand, preparing to nudge me, but she was stopped by another hand. Randall held Randle while raising one hand to restrain what the lady may do. If I was previously glancing at the woman, Randall now appears to be penetrating. All of the women turned to face him and stared up. The woman who was about to slap me should have fled and gone ahead. They both bowed first and apologized.
I started walking away from them after the women, but first I grabbed the water and gulped it right quickly. He calls, but I don’t answer. I don’t face because I believe my previous acting was shabby. Jealousy was driving me.
“WINTER!” he yelled once again. I concealed my face because people were already watching at us. It seemed like my husband and I were arguing and he was chasing me. I accelerated my pace and hid in a washroom so he wouldn’t notice me.
When I entered the restroom, I was taken aback by the sudden dying of the lights and the hefty closing of the door. That does not suprise to me. I was about to go and opened the door. However, a handkerchief cover my nose. I want to close my eyes. I felt drowsy, so they covered my eyes with a cloth before I passed out.
“Where is Randall?”