The shopping trip had been more exhausting than Buji has anticipated. Thanks to Deborah, not only had she taken him to the best stores in the area, her car was there to serve as conveyance. If not, what could he had done with all the loads.
By the time they returned to his apartment, their arms were laden with bags of clothes, kitchenwares, and a few decorative items, just as Buji had planned.
Even in the midst of all they had gone through that day, Deborah still seemed as energetic as ever. Or maybe she was putting it up. Buji couldn't help but admire her, though he was more than ready to collapse onto his new couch.
But now his mind got to observe Deborah closely, he could see her beauty and business, even her good shape.
"I'm grateful for your help today," Buji said as he dropped the bags onto the floor of the living room. He stretched his arms, feeling the ache in his muscles. "I don't think I could have done this on my own."
