A Man's Self-Esteem Is Working

Dear Mama

If most workplaces entertain their employees on Saptu weekends and Sundays not with my place of business, the salon will be crowded during employee holidays.

Most of them will use the day off to pamper themselves, eat out, shooping also go to the salon.

Salon has since not been opened has seen several women of various ages from teenagers to adults begin to meet the salon yard, usually some of them have registered via the online application that we provide.

Being the only salon that provides complete care services in a densely populated urban center makes us a little overwhelmed on every holiday.

"Can anyone help you?" ask me to Dance, every time I see visitors who enslave me always intervene to help my employees.

"The mother over there, he asked for creambath, keratin mask same cut bangs other so that Dance handle" he explained.

Dance usually just sits casually welcoming guests at the registration place but if the situation like this he also took a plunge directly as I did.

"Who's wearing that dusty pink shirt?" my question confirmed when Dari pointed at a woman of my age who was sitting on the waiting chair with a magazine covering her face.

"Yes Ma'am" he replied nodding ascertainingly.

"Good afternoon Brother, I am Indri Hair Stylist who will handle Brother's hair" said I opened the chat.

"Well, I'm handled directly by the owner" he replied without dropping off the fashion magazine he was reading.

"Ah, Yes" I replied a little awkwardly.

"So the possibility of disappointment is very small, no" he said again by continuing to read the magazine without intending to show his face

"We will try to give satisfaction to every customer" said I assure giving a smile even though a little annoyed because this customer never showed his face.

"Good then, for after this I shall meet my dearest Husein Mamas" he closed the magazine and threw it at the table beside his seat.

"Jeselyn" I replied in surprise

"I'm so disappointed you're late to recognize me" she replied cynically with a faint smile.

"You're visiting?" ask me to try to be friendly.

The point I always remember, never argue with customers, because even if we are the right customer will still go and never come back and it could be worse he will bring other customers not to visit again.

"Yes, I volunteered to be Husein's wife" she replied with a big smile, as if she had won the fight.

"Oh" I replied indifferently.

"So you're not surprised?" her reply was a little annoyed staring intently at me.

"I have indeed mengikhlaskan him with a woman who can make him happy" replied I casually reply with a thin smile attached to my face.

"Thank God, being with a beautiful woman and the child of a billionaire like me certainly guarantees his happy life" he replied with a smile, pride and pride never lost and remained attached to him.

"Hopefully, I'm already furious at his proposal" I replied with a faint smile.

"Don't be so arrogant!" he half snapped.

"My mother is done" said Tari who had noticed us.

"Oh, can you continue with this Mbak, Mbak has not had time to hold" said I explained.

"Good Ma'am" replied Tari sigap.

"Sister continued with Mbak Tari yes, I live first" said I smiled kindly at Jeselyn the most lazy person I met.

I left Tari and went back into my room.

Irritability enveloped my mind, I was not willing if Husein had to be with a woman like her, maybe if not with her I would be more willing to let it go.

With annoyance I turned my attention to the files that were still piled up on my desk.

But the spoiled speech of Jeselyn who called Husein mamas dear like ringing in my ears.

"Shit's so annoying!" I grumble every now and then when I kick my leg.

"Astagfirullah realized Indri, O Allah I am not jealous just that I feel sorry if Husein should get a Wife like him" I pray for the best for the person I always loved.

The hot afternoon sun began to shrink, changing in twilight even though covered in a blanket of fog, the heart began to warm even though it had felt a panic.

Dusk teaches us to learn to sincerely take off because its beauty can only be seen for a moment.

The sound of the door being knocked.

"Mak Dance can come in?" said Dance behind the door

"Yes" I replied.

"It's time to go home Ma'am, it's bookkeeping this week" Tari handed me a large purple book.

I did tell Tari to take notes twice other than on the application on the computer, I also had Tari record it in a ledger that every one week the report was submitted to me.

"Thank you Dance" I said as I checked the expenditure report and input that Tari had recorded and arranged neatly.

"Mbak why?" Tanya Dance looked at me in wonder

"Why?" ask me back because I don't understand Dance's question.

"The customer knew you?" Tanya Dance curious

"Oh, he's a friend of Mbak's when High School his name is Jeselyn he's Husein's future wife" I replied a little indifferently

"What?!" Dance surprised half screaming

"Dance" I answered looking at her face.

"Sorry Mommy, but are you sure? women dressed as te*bare the future wife Mas Hussein? his thighs and chest were so willing to be Ustad's wife? no shame what?" Dance is emotionally charged

"Kok you like that angry Dance? don't don't you like Husein?" I asked a smile, shaking my head.

"Mbak don't be strange - strange, obviously Tari was angry that people who deserved to be side by side with Mas Husein just Mbak nothing else" said Tari who was still upset.

"Dance" said I close the book and put it on the table.

"Sorry Ma'am" Dari looked down regretfully.

"Husein deserves a better woman than Mbak" is always the word - the word I emphasize to all those who hope to reunite us.

"Yes Ma'am" replied Tari slowly

"Actually Ma'am also not willing if Husein with him, but if he can change better if with Husein why not? perhaps it was his destiny and it would be a great field of reward for Husein to lead his wife to be better" I tried to explain to Tari to understand, after I had done the same thing as Dari had just done.

"Good Bu Ustad" replied Tari by singing her tiny lips.

"Dance" I said with emphasis.

"Hehehe.. Dance is done, Dance home first yes, Assalamualaikum" Dance passed away half-run, the boy was not like a sister for me, like I was, I hope he can quickly find a good man who can make him a companion to life.

"Waalaikumusallam" I replied slowly.