
Yunan took Dara on foot along the sidewalk on the highway, enjoying the frenetic atmosphere in the city of Milan.
Dara let go of Yunan's hand, she did not want to walk hand in hand with the man, because Dara did not want to turn away from Novan, the man who had been meritorious in his life.
Dara accidentally saw there was a shoe store there, Dara could not bear to see Yunan who only wears one shoe, therefore he invited Yunan to enter the shoe store.
"I want to go there." Dara refers a shoe store to Yunan.
Yunan nodded her head, and she and Dara went to the shoe store. Yunan did not expect it turned out that Dara invited him there to buy shoes for him.
"You want to buy me shoes?" ask Yunan with sumringah.
"Yes, only later will you reduce how much I owe later." replied Dara in a sharp tone.
Yunan nodded her head, "Hmm. okay."
Then a female servant approached them. He was flabbergasted when he saw Yunan. "Wow, Greece! Posso avere il tuo autografo?"
Yunan nodded her head, she immediately gave an autograph in a small book belonging to the ministry. The waiter was so happy that he was finally able to meet his idol.
"Tell him, I want to buy shoes." whispered Dara to Yunan.
Dara was feeling uneasy because not only was one servant asking for a signature on Yunan, but there were about 6 maids. Makes Yunan overwhelmed.
"Emmm... Voglio comprare delle scarpe." Yunan obeyed Dara's orders.
One of the maidservants immediately showed Dara some men-only shoes. "Questo the buono, che the pension?" (That's good, what do you think?)
"Cinquecentomila." (Five hundred thousand)
Dara was surprised to hear that, perhaps if the price of the shoe was exceeded by more than 4 million.
Yunan could only chuckle at Dara's expression, he immediately took the black card inside his wallet, then gave the black card to the waiter there. "Paga solo with una carta nera."
"Let me pay." protested Dara.
"No, next time you pay for it. For sure I'm hungry now, I eat."
Yunan could not take his eyes off Dara's beautiful face, everything was very similar to his wife, he used to have no photos of Dara, when they were married there was no corroborating evidence, he said, except their memories.
Novan had thrown away all the files on Dara at school, arguing that he no longer taught there.
"How old are you?" Suddenly Dara asked her age of Yunan.
"24 years, why?"
"We're five years apart, you should call me mbak."
Yunan objected to Dara's request. "I don't want to, I'd rather call you."
"Well, I'll treat you to a meal, it's just a thank you for helping me. And that 250 million money problem I'm definitely gonna pay for it." Dara said it in a cold tone, probably because she had to keep a boundary with Yunan, since she already had a fiancee.
Yunan did not answer Dara's words, he could only say in his heart._ Who are you really? Luna or Dara? But my heart still feels sure that you are Dara, my wife.