Ismi Safeya changed her mind to walk straight to the exit door. Before any one of the two guards could notice her, she shifted her way towards a boutique which situated opposite to the exit. Ismi Safeya pretended to choose some clothes while observing the guards.
Her guess was correct. Both of the guards were now beginning searching all bags belonging to customers who wished to go through the exit door. Ismi Safeya saw it all with her own eyes, how the guards took everybody's bag and dug through all the contents. Desperate, she looked around and saw several clothes rack at the back of the boutique. Without thinking twice, Ismi Safeya headed towards the racks and hid herself behind one of them. She ignored the two salesgirls who were busy chatting at the front of the boutique. But their conversations were obvious to heard, so Ismi Safeya just simply listened.
"Mira, I notice that you have been nervous these days. Hasn't your mother recovered from her illness yet?" said one of the salesgirl. Her name tag read a name, Emi.
"She's all right. My mother is completely fine. She had taken the medicine I've given her, and she's as healthy as ever. It isn't her that I'm worried about. It's about something else. I've been thinking about it for days... and I've caught a lot of headache doing it. It has been several nights that I only sleep, but I don't drift off," replied the salesgirl who wore the name tag which read Mira.
"Hmmm... if you sleep but you couldn't drift off. I wonder if you bathed but you're not wet. And you eat but you're not full. I am almost sure I know your problem. I think you're in love..." suggested Emi, showing a bit of teasing expression on her face. She smiled a little and showed an array of nicely arranged, white and clean teeth.
"Yeah... yeah... I'm telling you now. It's not that I want to keep any secrets from you, but you know Harun, right? The guard guy. He's all over heels on me, but I've never had any feelings for him. I swear. And I am so sick of his desperate urges, he always asks me to tell him what I feel. But yeah... I don't have the guts. And I pity him. I'm afraid he will misinterpret what I'm going to tell him, since he is so 'in love'..." said Mira, and with that laughed out loud. But the laughter showed a little bit of embarrassment, as if it was a crime that she had committed by confessing.
"This is easy. Mira... what are you thinking? You don't have to worry a thing. You will just torture your body and mind thinking about this garbage thing. Just go to him and tell him the truth. End of story. You are keeping it to yourself for nothing. I'm more afraid if that Harun is already having dreams of having kids with you. Then when he discovered you are not interested, then what? You will be in trouble by the time it happened. What are you going to say then?" A question mark showed on Emi's oval face.
"Well... I guess you're right. I'll think about it. Moreover I pity him, and I see him everyday standing at the exit door. I know he wants to attract my attention, but somehow disgusted is the feeling I get. I don't think I am going to even like him at all. He's just not my type," replied Emi with a slow voice. She seemed reluctant, but surely considering.
"Then, you should do what you are supposed to. It's a different story if you really have something going on. If that's the case, I surrender. I can't help you, you have to figure it out yourself," teased Emi. She liked teasing the girl, because Mira became panic easily and she almost always believed every word Emi told her. But Emi only teased Mira just for a little fun, and no harm done. She loved the girl like she loved her own self. To Emi, Mira was like a real sister. They argue and fight, but then forgive and forget.
"No I'm not!" Mira protested in a high-pitched voice. Her calmness position had now changed into a panic one. She protruded her tongue out and showed it to Emi to strengthen what she meant. A cheeky smile curved on the outline of her mouth.
"You're good. Now the problem's out, are you still worried?" Emi smiled back and just simply asked what she wanted to know.
"I guess not. Like you said, why worry?" Shrugging, Mira replied and walked into the cashier compartment. She started doing some coins collecting, so the discussion stopped just like that. Seeing that Mira had started doing her work, Emi went to the sweatshirts racks and rearranged the display.
Ismi Safeya heard every bit of the conversation between the two salesgirls. She decided to get out of the boutique. She headed straight towards the exit, where the two guards were still rummaging into customers' bags. In a distance of about three metres from those guards, Ismi Safeya could clearly read their nametags. One of the guards nametag read 'Harun'.
