
"Waalaikumsalam" replied the woman inside the boutique. He seemed to have just opened his button, he approached us in a flat tone
The middle-aged woman looked still very beautiful, her slender stature with white skin and narrow eyes. The dress she was wearing was perfectly attached to her body
"Welcome to our boutique, how can I help you?" he coldly and flat nqda led me and William to sit in the corner of the room, we sat down and then the woman gave him some catalogues. He understood what we both meant before we even explained it
"Thank you" he nodded and then went out of nowhere. Very mysteriously the middle-aged woman, no other words came out of her mouth other than the word welcome. For quite a while William and I were at the boutique, looking at all the pictures and samples of the bridal dress from the catalog of women, each picture had a different model but the color was still the same
"I'm sorry, have you been waiting a long time" said a young-looking woman from the door where the middle-aged woman had entered, the woman had a face almost the same as him and it was probably his daughter, she was young almost the same age as Mama. His face showed a bad taste to both of us,
"We have just come" I welcome his hand and we get acquainted
"I'm Aneta, just call Miss Ane"
"I'm Agnes and this is my future husband and Willy's wife" Mas Willy and Bu Ane then get acquainted with each other
"I'm sorry, Ms. Ane. Who was that woman?"
"That was my mother, sorry if she was being unkind to you. He did so to all my customers, since he had not liked if I set up this boutique, he asked me to work as an office clerk but how else, he said, my passion is here and not in the office. Even so, he still helped me sew and also some like what he did this morning" explained Bu Ane at length
"Ah, sorry I even vent. Oh yeah, you've decided which one to choose or you've got your own idea for your wedding dress"
"All designs belong to Bu Ane beautiful, I like. But I have my own ideas for my wedding dress model" I said later
"What a model, can Agnes explain!"
"But what can still be, ma'am. I'm getting married this weekend and that shirt has to be finished at least two days before "
"The end of the week, means another week and it should be five days from now" he seemed to weigh and not long after he agreed and was able to accept what I asked
"However, I happen to be empty this week" with a happy heart I welcome what he is willing. Then I explained to Ms. Ane how the wedding dress model I wanted. Not complicated because this will only be used for contracts
He then asked me and William to follow him, he measured my body as well as William's. After that he invited me to choose the fabric and also the complement
"You are different from other brides-to-be, they will all be complicated and also excited to choose what they will wear later. But you chose something simple and simple like this" he invited us to chat again while drawing a sketch of the model I wanted
"What matters is not his clothes, but his qabulnya Ijab" I explained later
"Yes, it's true, but wait, your words remind me of someone" he seemed to think and remember that person
"Who, Miss Ane?" I was also curious about that person
"He's a good friend of mine, we've been friends since Junior High and until now we still communicate well. The plan was that he would also come here this afternoon" I just nodded hearing him
"Sip, everything is ready. Just sew it up" he showed me his sketches and William, really a skilled hand, he could finish everything I asked for no less than thirty minutes
"What about the payment?" William who had been struggling with his phone was now following the conversation
"That problem can be thought of later, if the clothes are finished then you can pay for it" is very different from other boutiques, though, if elsewhere ask for DP money for manufacture or even some pay in advance but not with Bu Ane, he instead does not want to receive money before the work is finished. Another plus for him
"Alright, then we say goodbye. Let us know when it's over!" William gave his card to Bu Ane. After that we left and immediately got out of the boutique
Simultaneously, a woman wearing a knee-length black dress with natural makeup on her face walked towards where William and I were. I pecked for a moment, regulating the breath and heartbeat that was suddenly in the middle of a running race inside
I clasped William's arm tightly, he was shocked and looked at me and also at the direction where my eyes were looking. He did not say a word, he also fell silent as he continued to observe me and the woman took turns
"Mama" I said later, the woman also fell silent in her place. He looked at me now and we both met
Without much talk and much consideration I rushed towards him. He seemed surprised by my treatment, because the last time he met him the atmosphere between us both seemed not conducive and a little tense but after thinking more deeply, I even felt guilty continuing to antagonize him
I shouldn't blame her for what happened to my family, nor should I and herself, betray those who love us in pursuit of others. The crying broke, I felt the lumps of sadness that used to spread have now melted, the burden seemed to disappear with sincerity and forgiveness that is now spoken
"Sorry, Ma. Sorry!" the crying became more and more but did not make a sound, the mother was the same, she was crying too. He also apologized and regretted what happened
"Ofucking!" exclaimed Bu Ane from the doorway, he looked bright when he saw Mama. I took off the hug and turned towards Bu Ane
"You know each other?" ask Mama, mama nodded and agreed
"Let's go in, we'll talk inside" the three of us went back inside the boutique
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"Thank you, Oma" Alexa now looks healthier than ever. He was also not as weak as that time even though he was still in the clinic
Oma Mariyam who has accompanied him since yesterday, after returning to Indonesia he visited Alexa more. He was worried about his granddaughter's condition even though in his heart he was still angry and disappointed
"What about my offer, Lexa?" Sam is still there, he is still loyal next to Alexa. Even his work abroad was willing to leave and he left it to his confidants
"No, Sam. I have to live it all, doesn't every action have consequences?" alexa refused Samuel's request. Samuel wants to release her, he wants to vouch for Alexa and make up for the fine he's been charged with. But once again Sam gets rejected under the pretext he will accept this punishment
Once several times mbak Sumi and Prima also came, he also intended to revoke the demands of Alexa but then rejected Alexa. Alexa's decision has been unanimous, he does not want to be free when he has made a mistake
"But, baby. Fifteen years is not a moment" Oma Mariyam also tried to convince, but once again Alexa shook her head
"Lexa knows, Oma. But let Lexa do this for now, Lexa sincerely, Oma"
"Don't you feel sorry for her, isn't she still waiting for you?" oma's eyes were fixed on Samuel who was now sitting not far from her
"If she loves Lexa then this is proof of her seriousness" Alexa's net looks different, usually he will look at Sam with a cold and indifferent gaze but this time his net looks sparkling and a smile also rises there
"Do you still have doubts?" Sam shifted his seat and closer to Alexa
Oma Mariyam understood that, she was about to leave but Sam prevented her. Samuel asked her to sit down again and now changed the conversation to become more intimate
"Alexa, Mom. For now I'm going to hang on and wait for Alexa until she's free from here, no matter what happens, Sam's gonna make sure Sam's promise never breaks"
Oma Mariyam then put together the hands of Sam and his grandson Alexa, "Oma pray you two mate and you can be happy together, Oma knows for now Lexa's heart may still be hesitating on Sam Nak but Lexa should be able to determine her attitude. If Alexa wants to then say yes and if Alexa is not sure then do not give hope and say no from now!" oma's advice really slaps Alexa, indeed since the first time Samuel revealed his heart he never answered yes or no, Alexa only reveals various reasons without basis