Dara stepped out of the Red Jewelry store, escorted directly by Dion and Carmila. All the employees were surprised and curious about what kind of identity Dara held to be given such treatment by the Red Jewelry executives.
The employee who first served Dara was shocked, feeling a bit of regret for not providing better service to her. However, he also felt relieved that he had not insulted Dara directly.
After leaving Red Jewelry, Dara headed to the nearest ATM, despite not knowing how to withdraw money from the machine. She was not embarrassed to ask someone for help or to try to follow any instructions that might be available, taking the opportunity to learn.
When she reached the ATM center in the row of shops, luckily there was a security guard present. Dara approached him for assistance.
"Excuse me, sir, may I ask for your help?" Dara said.
"What do you need help with, miss?" the security guard, who appeared to be in his thirties, asked.
"It's my first time owning an ATM card, so I don't know how to withdraw money. Could you please help teach me?" Dara requested politely.
"Of course, may I know which bank your card is from? So we use the correct ATM machine and avoid administrative fees," the security replied courteously.
"Bank Central," Dara answered, recalling the bank's name on her debit card.
"This way, then," said the security guard.
Fortunately, the ATM center was not busy, so there was no queue to wait in.
"Thank you, sir," Dara expressed her gratitude sincerely after being helped by the security guard.
"You're welcome," the security guard responded.
Dara was a smart individual, with the added memory of Liu Annchi, a genius of his era with photographic memory. Therefore, she learned and practiced new things very quickly.
Dara withdrew five million in cash, then discreetly stored it in her pant pockets and transferred it to her dimensional space. Fortunately, the stack of five hundred thousand rupiah notes was not too bulky, which avoided suspicion when she split the stack and placed it into her pockets.
As she walked towards the nearest bank to open her personal account, Dara accidentally passed by a boutique.
"I should probably buy some new clothes for myself and Dimas. I also need to buy a bag to use as an intermediary for the dimensional space, so I don't arouse suspicion," Dara contemplated internally.
Eventually, she entered the boutique, a place she once never imagined she'd be able to shop at. But now, she was able to do so.
"Excuse me," Dara greeted politely upon entering.
The attendant glanced over at Dara, swiftly assessing her from head to toe.
"I'm sorry, but this store does not service beggars," the attendant said with a demeaning tone and look.
"I'm not here to beg; I want to buy clothes," Dara responded, patiently containing her emotion.
"Buy clothes? That's impossible! Clothes here all cost over 500 thousand. Someone like you could not possibly afford them," the attendant arrogantly replied.
"Oh, my God, you shouldn't judge people solely by their appearance. Not all casually dressed folks in flip-flops are destitute. They could be wealthier than you, perhaps a humble, high-ranking boss. I regret coming here; the service is atrocious! I pity the owner; the store will likely close down quickly because of poor employee choices like you," Dara retorted in disgust and walked out.
"Typical insolent poor person, impoverished yet so presumptuous, and now giving sermons here. Hmph," the attendant muttered.
Dara left the store in frustration, mumbling to herself constantly. She glanced back at the store and then walked towards a quiet alley.
She took out paper and ink from her dimensional space, wrote something, and added a drop of her blood to it.
"My powers are still not present. But at least this paper is still filled with the aura of dimensional space. Even though the effect isn't great, it's enough to teach the attendant a half-year’s lesson with some bad luck," mumbled Dara.
She then returned to the store, observing the attendant through the glass of the room. Dara carefully walked by, pretending to look for something she had dropped.
Coming from a rural background, Dara was not unsophisticated. She had watched soap operas on the television at Bu Naah's shop in her village, which had a TV outside the store, often a hangout spot for watching football games.
The women would gossip there every afternoon while watching dramatic scenes on TV, so Dara was aware that cities have CCTV in houses, offices, or certain stores. Therefore, she was very careful not to be caught.
As Dara crouched down as if searching for something, she turned away from the CCTV camera, took out the paper, and whispered a short incantation. The paper quickly burned. After that, she left the area.
...
Dara was now in a clothing store just four units away from the first boutique she visited.
"Welcome, what sort of clothing are you looking for? May I assist you?" the attendant asked with a friendly smile.
The attendant was happy to finally have a customer, even though they did not know whether the customer had come to buy or just browse.
However, the attendant provided excellent service, hopeful that good customer service might persuade an onlooker to make a purchase.
"This is what good service feels like," Dara thought, delighted.
"I'm looking for clothing for myself and something for my younger brother," Dara said.
"Please follow me, this way," the attendant said, showing her some of the store's best collections.
"This style of clothing is currently trendy in the city, and we have a variety of colors and sizes available. Feel free to try them on in the fitting room over there," the attendant offered.
"Then I'll try on this style in both M and L sizes, and pants in my usual size," Dara decided to try on different sizes of the same clothing style, along with her usual pant size.
In the fitting room, Dara nodded with satisfaction as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The outfit she wore was priced at 1.3 million, which was fair given the quality and material.
"You look beautiful and the clothing suits you perfectly," complimented the attendant. While it was part of the job, the attendant wasn't lying when admiring Dara's looks.
"Thank you. I'll take this one. Can I wear it out right now?" asked Dara.
"Of course, but I'm sorry, store policy requires payment first," the attendant said politely.
"Certainly. Can I use a debit card?" Dara asked while handing over her debit card, having seen the EDC machine present and knowing its function from TV.
"Of course, please wait a moment," the attendant said, taking Dara's card and swiping it on the EDC machine.
"The total is 1,298,000. Please check the amount," said the attendant.
After completing the payment, Dara did not immediately leave; she continued to select clothes for herself and Dimas, as well as shoes and bags.
By the end of her shopping, she had purchased three sets of clothing, including the one she was wearing, three sets for Dimas, shoes for both of them, a backpack for Dimas, and a handbag for herself.
In total, she spent 8 million. Such spending would have been unthinkable for her in the past, but now with 500 billion in her hands, she wanted to treat herself and her only brother to some happiness.
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