My brother is the type who’s clueless when it comes to shopping. I’d need to be around when he shops for clothes, else he’d be lost. Because of his lack of interest in the department, he doesn’t have that many clothes and my mum is, at times, troubled by his refusal to buy new clothes.
When I told her that Reza and I were getting a suit this weekend, Mama requested that we drag my brother along (else he wouldn’t have any to wear on my wedding day). He obliged and we hit the malls!
Reza was the first to pick his suit.
“Wow, Abang Reza! You look like a bartender!”
And she rephrased:
“He looks like the man who tell people to get out of a nightclub when something’s wrong.”
She meant a bouncer -_-‘
Where I think she learned what a bouncer is, here.
Then it was my brother’s turn. His pants were a little too tight and as he waited for another size, he called me to come near to his fitting room.
“Cikyong, sini kejap.”
He stood with his back facing the mirror and instructed me to check out the contour of his voluptuous derriere in the mirror. Its shape was obvious, in pants that were too tight.
“If I were a girl, pergh.”
My siblings are retarded.
Productive day, though. Suits for the boys, check!