Believe it or not, urban narrow alleys are not always dark and scary like in the movies. Especially nowadays, which is prone to inflation and the like, everyone is required to work hard like there is no tomorrow. The rhythm of competition decides the start-up entrepreneur to rent a place that suppresses economic rates as much as possible. It's not impossible, small blocks that were originally desolate like empty shelves, have now become a shopping district.
Obstacles are generally a forked road full of junctions, some people call it a maze block. As a woman, being trapped in a colorful maze is not a problem, especially when the words 'women' and 'shopping district' are close like blood and heart. It won't have any effect for long. Tired of one shop? Move to another one.
Well, but I'm concerned when the woman invites her husband. When the wife seems to settle in the heavenly chamber of the world, then the husband is like suffering forever. How come? not only pain in the legs or sore hands, they must be willing to sacrifice pocket money.
“Thank you, have a nice day, Miss Feline.” Mr. Galdston, who was bald and grizzled, handed over the product I had paid for.
"You're welcome, Mr. Galdston." A wave of my hand accompanied by a friendly smile before pushing the front door.
As an obedient woman and diligent in saving, my two hands have been filled with groceries. The man who rarely praised and often criticized, Mr. Cake, told me to buy some equipment as a guarantor of stock security. Well, that's because lately, people's appetite for cakes is increasing. Maybe that's what makes our jam jars so easy to leave a quarter of.
“Feline, I don't understand that there are also women who grow because of their appetite, or…,” I added imitating his cool tone of voice and tone, “Ah, your greediness means that you are fine!” He thinks I'm just a fed cow? I thought annoyed.
After saying that, I paused for a moment while clutching my satisfied stomach. I just remembered, I have bought at least three food stores, namely grilled sausages, donuts, and milkshakes.
"Does that count as greed?" I thought a little regretfully, then shook my head as hard as I could and said self-denial. “Of course not, Feline! This is just a modified fine dining concept! Grilled sausage is the main course, donuts and milkshakes are dessert! I'm just a girl who thrives on taking suggestions! Otherwise why wait two weeks for the clothes you ordered from Mr. Galdston? Right! This is just each other's perspective!”
My chest puffed out with pride, the words of encouragement seemed to burn the soul. The light trinkets on the small blocks seemed to compete for their gleam with my eyeballs. My pace quickly accelerated mixed with enthusiasm, i immediately went home to give my perspective to Mr. Cake. I can't wait for his face to be silenced by a thousand shocking facts.
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It was in this way that the butterfly escaped from the spider's charming golden web. I, with determined intentions, escaped from the small blocks of the shopping district that was garnering a lot of attention. My heart is straight and steady without being plotted. Say goodbye to the little box of a myriad of jewels.
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A few steps a moment, I turned briefly to buy a strawberry mint ice cream like full of pleasure. Then hurry back before Mr. Cake called me a waste.
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Walking quickly, I immediately reached for the door of the shop with the sign "Moncake" in it that someone might be waiting.
The sound of a small, simple bell rang as my hand pushed open the glass door.
“Hello, hello!” I greeted cheerfully.
Instead of replying, "Oh, have you had fun?" or “You're back? Fine, put it down and take a warm bath upstairs first." I only got glares from two men. Even one of them I do not know when he came.
Mr. Cake hand looked up as he collected. "Good, may I see the note?"
"Eh? Notes?” My face turned red in panic, my hands began to grow heavier, as heavy as lifting the earth.
“Four kilos of pineapple, one kilo each of grapes and blueberries, and ginger. Four liters of whole milk and four kilos of cake flour. Five hundred pounds, should have come back - not even that much left," he added after listing the items I had to buy in full. “Why did you stop, come closer!”
Like a prisoner about to receive punishment, I walked in resignation while handing over two items from two different hands. Mr. Cake’s brow that was lifted on the other side seemed to add to my nervousness.
"Let me see." Mr. Cake rummaged through all the contents of the groceries I brought from my left hand. He mumbled reading and counting then nodding, but now his eyes were looking deep into me.
“Okay… this one bag is complete as I wanted. I'm sure you've wandered around the food store too and must have run out on the road. The problem is, why is there another crackle? What if it says Galdston's Garments?"
His hands immediately inspected the entire contents of the plastic bag that I carried with my right hand. It is said that the right hand is the hand that carries the truth. So whatever is brought, it should be safe from mistakes.
"Okay, that's enough." said Mr. Cake while exhaling the same relief I felt. I told you, didn't I?
Suddenly…
"Attention!” said Command Mr. Cake looks like a police institution's morning parade. I immediately followed his orders in amazement.
“W-what is this for, Mr. Cakes?" I asked him.
“Eyes front, open arms!” he replied ignoring me who didn't give a choice. I followed him.
“One step back!”
I stepped back right my ass felt the cashier counter. I really have no clue as to what Mr. Cake play.
"Just a moment, Mr. Cake what-" I said deliberately discontinued because two clenched hands had grabbed my head with a feeling of mystery.
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The mystery was solved, after which the fist was twisted like an electric drill.
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“YOU IMBECILE!! Why do you spend five hundred pounds one way! Besides, why suddenly order clothes, wasteful girl!?”
“S-SORRY MR. CAKEEE!!!”
My head was bobbing like a ship hit by a big wave, my whole stomach seemed desperate to climb up to my throat. Holding all that, I tried to give some of the notes to Mr. Chad that sipped his coffee quietly. Hope that person can give me some help.
"Hmm? Freshco Mart, four kilos of pineapple for three point four pounds, a kilo of grapes for four pounds, a kilo of fresh blueberries for nine pounds, a kilo of local organic ginger costs eight point seven, hm... pretty cheap. Four liters of whole milk for eight pounds and four kilos of cake flour for five point two pounds, the total is only thirty point two five pounds,” said Mr. Chad reads one of my notes.
“Good, please read more, Mr. Chad." said Mr. Cake at him while strengthening the thrust of his fist.
“Four skewers of jumbo grilled sausage for a total of ten pounds… Hm? Eight pound choco delight donut set,” add Mr. Chad was about to change to another receipt, his tone growing even more surprised. "Eh? Five pounds of white chocolate jumbo milkshake, seven pounds of medium strawberry mint ice cream.”
Now the hands of Mr. Cake pulled my cheeks wide. “Continue Mr. Chad."
The man stroked his moustache to beard, he seemed to say, "this woman is very greedy."
"A total of about thirty of these snacks, plus about sixty pounds of staples."
It was time for him to open a rather stiff quality receipt that glittered with gold, I had a bad feeling.
“Classic vintage Victorian dress, layered cake skirt, a set of white, modified by Galdston's garment… hmm…” Mr. Chad leaned his head closer, his eyes squinted. “Blimey! e-e-four hundred and forty pounds!?”
Mr. Cake let go of my reddened cheeks, out of the place where the cashier grabbed my waist. It tickles me mercilessly.
"I'm sorry," Mr. Chad folded the receipt, then pushed it aside as if it were none of his business. He took a sip of coffee and returned his focus to his newspaper.
"Oh no, Mr. Chad! KYAAA HAHAHAHA!"
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Moaning but not painful. I suffer from tickling.
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“You naughty girl, taste this!”
The tickle lasted ten minutes. The longer it goes on, the crazier I go.
“P-please, forgive me Mr. Cakyyee~ Ahiye AHAHAHA!” I gasped as I coughed.
“W-my money is intact, really! I-I'm good at sheltering~ KUYIHAHAHA cough, uhk!”
Again his hands clenched and bombarded my temples.
“That's the worst part, bad girl! You're using someone else's money!” Mr. The cake is getting hotter.
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Half an hour passed…
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"Hah…"
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The gust of voice sounded tired, attracting Mr. Cake. It was getting late, but Mr. Chad looked dizzy at the whole newspaper as a friend.
“Not usually, Mr. Chad?" Mr. Cake releases his punishment on me, finally.
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I lay on the floor, my body weak and light…
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“We are honestly a bit overwhelmed. There are more and more reckless people, kidnapping cases always appear in the newspapers." He shook his head nervously as he lightly slapped his right shoulder.
From the pocket of his brown coat, he took out a cigarette.
"Well, how about that, right? Kidnappings are out of control and commonplace." Mr. Cake hand pressed the lighter and was then confronted with the cigarette that had been prepared in Mr. Chad.
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He blew deeply, then lightly blown all the grievances in smoke towards the sky...
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“Their network is wide, Cake. I'm talking about the Route 54B plotters."
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and then Add to home screen.