"Who did you buy this shirt for?" Melody asked suspiciously. Her eyes narrowed as she watched her best friend, who gave the salesgirl two or three shirts with different motifs.

"For Dion." The dark brown-haired girl said with her eyes sparkling with joy. She didn't care about the sneer that her interlocutor gave him. For her, the sneer was just a passing wind that she often got.

"When did you wake up, anyway, Rex?"

"My name is Esher."

"What. Your name makes my tongue tingle. Well done, T-Rex."

"Why are you bastard, anyway?"

They both looked at each other with murderous eyes. Two seconds later, they burst out laughing. Melody, whose height was only as high as Esher's shoulders, received a hug from her tall friend.

"Blind because I love my friend who is innocent like a new paper."

"Even if you have a boyfriend, you'll know how good it feels to buy your girlfriend stuff. Moreover, the item is used and makes your girlfriend more handsome."

That sneer was still on Melody's lips. "I'm not that stupid when I have a boyfriend."

"Love makes a fool, as you know."

"Fuck!"

Then they laughed together again. Esher immediately finished all her shopping transactions today. She stepped lightly, followed by her sticky friend—their step without command to the food court area. Before deciding to spend some of the bonuses that Esther dropped today, they had agreed on what to do at the mall.

Shopping. Eat. Watch.

Melody is used to working in an organized manner, unlike Esher, who prefers to be on point doing something. That's why Esher was lucky to be friends with the black-haired girl checking her cellphone. Everything for Melody has a schedule. It can't be original and sad. It wasn't Melody at all. As for Esher? I don't know how often I have to be reminded to be organized about what to do. Especially work problems. Anything to do with going to the mall? There is. If going to the mall is to make your calves tired, Melody firmly refuses. If you say, after this, we come here. Then we stop by here. Melody, without denying it, immediately agreed.

Lucky, where is Esher? For Esher, hanging out with Melody for a long time made her a little, yes, just a little more organized. It is organized and directed. The rest? Ordinary. Even though she is a lover of neatness, it's not her when it comes to doing something scheduled like Melody.

"Did you pick up Dion?" Melody asked suddenly.

"I'll pick you up. He was working overtime."

"Your head moved to the knee or Namex, Rex?"

"Can you ultimately call me? I feel like a dinosaur, you know!

Melody lightly laughed. "You're a long-neck dinosaur. Suitable."

Melody's answer was only met with a snort from Esher. It was pointless to talk to that strange human. Rather than getting a headache, she'd better keep walking towards the food court goal.

"You treat dinner tonight, Dy. Your bonus is two million different from mine."

"Well, why are you an asshole?"

"When will you feel the new Senior bonus in the office."

Today marks the appointment and new status of Melody Smith. Esher's support and advice during her probationary period with the words' Senior Sales Executive' really materialized. A letter that Melody handed this morning to Esher's desk made the sunny morning Esher usually experiences brighter.

He is proud of all his extraordinary achievements with Melody. After three years of working under the same banner, starting a career from scratch, and feeling many sorrows and joys while being a car salesman for Honda, Esher became a senior first. A year later, Melody followed him. Isn't that an extraordinary achievement? They can be proud of it all.

"What are you talking about, Rex?"

In the past, when the call came out of Melody's lips for the first time, Esher didn't like it at all. Over time, Esher finally got used to Melody's behavior, who wanted to make funny calls to her colleagues. Not only Esher who got a strange call, but only the big boss, Mr. Hendra - Branch Manager of Istana Kebayoran Mandiri Fatmawati branch, also got a strange call. Semar. Because his distended stomach almost races with his sharp nose. Nearly everyone in his office had a peculiar nickname like Melody, but no one could be mad at her. The irritated and resentful look that Melody often received when she made the call. Angry at Melody? No one dared.

Esher laughed at the memory.

"Hanamasa, please!"

"Good thing I love you, Rex."

"You dear, I love. Complete." Esher snapped her fingers right at Melody's face.

Again they laughed. The duo of death's friends is sticky like a postage stamp with power glue attached. Inseparable. In terms of work, they are rivals. Concerning hobbies, they are opposites.

Regarding status, they are the opposite. About looks, they can pit them. In terms of style, one edge leads to a classic one charming with its sexiness. All those differences become the number one glue.

Arguing, fighting, swearing, speaking harshly, and gossiping here and there, has become their daily life. Especially Melody. Her face alone is cute, but every word that comes out of her lips is poison. It depends on what kind of poison he spreads. When she cursed, she used a level two word poison. When seducing a buyer, she used a world-level logic poison. Rarely does anyone reject the logic-based assumptions that the black-haired woman makes?

Things are different with an Esher Pricilla. She has an almost perfect face with a firm cleavage on her chin, slightly slanted eyes, and thick eyebrows. Don't forget her natural dark brown hair that sparkles in the sun. She used all of these advantages to the fullest. Moreover, apart from lobbying many potential buyers who visit the showroom where he works.

The initial intention was only to compare prices, then swiping either a debit or credit card as a down payment as a sign of income for one type of car.

Esher said, "Taking advantage of God's grace is a must."

If Esher had said those sacred words, Melody lightly replied. "Just as long as it's not stupid, Rex."

Melody's level two word poison always manages to make an Esher's smile fall to the ground under her desk.

"You come back with me first, right?" Melody asked with a smile when a waitress at her destination invited them in.

"Yes." Esher's eyes wandered around. Having found a suitable spot, she pointed happily. "It's a perfect spot that I like."

Melody sneered, "Selfie."

"Naturally." Esher shrugged nonchalantly. Sit immediately where she wants—leaving Melody, who is having a hard time shifting all her shopping items.

Eating, chatting casually between the two of them, then taking pictures has become a mandatory agenda that is usually done. Photos are a show-off today. With photos, they can share what they are doing now, show their activities to the world, and show how this stamp duo is getting closer.

It's not like that, however. Just now, Melody was frowning because Esher carelessly poured the sauce right on top of the beef slice she was roasting. Esher laughed at the annoyed expression on Melody's face.

"Everywhere, most girls like spicy. You? Adorable. Just eat soy sauce."

"My mouth is god-level spicy. That's enough." Melody still maintains a frown at the corners of her lips. She was feeling disapproved of Esher's actions just now.

Esher? Still laughing. Teasing Melody is his favorite. Melody only. Quarreling, getting along again, arguing, getting along again, insulting each other, getting along again. It had become a rhythm that an Esher loved so much. Maybe Melody too. The proof is that the black-haired girl laughed again. Her anger was just a blink of an eye.

"Are you sure you don't want to buy shoes?" Esher asked curiously. Today's agenda, according to Melody, is shopping for clothes, shoes, bags, and perfumes. Esher agrees to minus smell because she still has much fragile. For clothes, she didn't need them. Two weeks ago, she had just spent half her salary on a new collection of dresses. So she chose to buy new clothes for her girlfriend. It didn't hurt her at all.

"No. Nothing good." Melody was again engrossed in sipping a cup of her favorite Chatime regular. "Are you alone?"

"I want the green one. Isn't it tacky?"

Melody tried to remember the green shoes Esher was referring to. "Are you sure?"

Esher nodded doubtfully. "Scary, huh?"

"It's not about the scare. You're already tall. If you wear high that high, I think it's ridiculous." Melody finally remembered the shoes Esher was referring to. Pump shoes as high as ten inches are okay to have. It doesn't matter the brand they are used to wearing, starting from clothes, shoes, bags, perfumes and other accessories that include well-known brands. Branded.

"If you go with you, huh?" Esher giggled at last.

"Damn." Melody is not hurt. She was still enjoying his cup, engrossed until his eyes stared straight at one, ah, two objects.

"Ehm.. let's just go there, Rex."

Esher was confused but not too confusing, asked Melody. "Okay."

Unfortunately, Melody's plan is only a discourse.

"Esher!"