One saturday afternoon Dewi, my girlfriend, and I went window shopping to Malioboro Mall. Upon arriving in front of the mall, I parked my car in the basement. Dewi and I then went to the first floor. After that we went to see some clothes on the third floor.
Usually when dewi and I go shopping or window shopping, we walk hand-in-hand, but at that time we did not. On the third floor it was a bit crowded, so Dewi did not walk beside me but behind me. When we arrived at the men's clothes departmen, we stopped. Dewi was not standing near me, then, but we were still able to have a chat. So while browsing through the clothes displayed, I kept on talking quite loudly.
What surprised me was that the more and the louder I talked, the more people looked at me as if I was an alien coming to rob the mall. Idid not know why they kept looking at me and I did not care about that. It seemed that my action made everyone near me think that there was something wrong with my brain. But I did not realize what had been going on with me until I had heard one of them saying, "How can a crazy man come here, in this big mall?"
I did not want to quarrel with the man, so I turned right to leave the place. I stretched my hand to hold Dewi's hand while talking but without looking at her face. When I was about to hold her hand, I heard her saying something that startled me.
"Crazy," said the girl madly, leaving the place quickly.
The word "Crazy" seemed to have woken me up. I look at her and I was aghast. The girl was, in fact, not Dewi but somebody else. By then I knew why the people around me stared at me strangely. It was in this situation that Dewi came back to that place again. Without saying any words, I took Dewi's hand and dragged her to go away in hury. Dewi was surprised but I did not care. When we were a bit far away from the place, I told Dewi what had happened. Hearing what I said, Dewi roared with laughter.
"Poor you, Darling," she said.
I said nothing but Dewi understood how I felt from my facial expression.
Usually when dewi and I go shopping or window shopping, we walk hand-in-hand, but at that time we did not. On the third floor it was a bit crowded, so Dewi did not walk beside me but behind me. When we arrived at the men's clothes departmen, we stopped. Dewi was not standing near me, then, but we were still able to have a chat. So while browsing through the clothes displayed, I kept on talking quite loudly.
What surprised me was that the more and the louder I talked, the more people looked at me as if I was an alien coming to rob the mall. Idid not know why they kept looking at me and I did not care about that. It seemed that my action made everyone near me think that there was something wrong with my brain. But I did not realize what had been going on with me until I had heard one of them saying, "How can a crazy man come here, in this big mall?"
I did not want to quarrel with the man, so I turned right to leave the place. I stretched my hand to hold Dewi's hand while talking but without looking at her face. When I was about to hold her hand, I heard her saying something that startled me.
"Crazy," said the girl madly, leaving the place quickly.
The word "Crazy" seemed to have woken me up. I look at her and I was aghast. The girl was, in fact, not Dewi but somebody else. By then I knew why the people around me stared at me strangely. It was in this situation that Dewi came back to that place again. Without saying any words, I took Dewi's hand and dragged her to go away in hury. Dewi was surprised but I did not care. When we were a bit far away from the place, I told Dewi what had happened. Hearing what I said, Dewi roared with laughter.
"Poor you, Darling," she said.
I said nothing but Dewi understood how I felt from my facial expression.
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