Almeera's Persistence

Introducing Yourself

Gibran sat in his seat, the assistant opened his voice, introduced Gibran and also asked several prospective suppliers to like his achievements.

Gibran's eyes did not turn from the figure of the veiled woman, she was Almeera. Almeera noticed Gibran's gaze, but Almeera tried to relax.

And now it was Almeera's turn to start her presentation.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi..."

"waallaikumusallam warahmatullahi..."

"my name is Almeera Az-Zahra Alfianisya, as the manager of FaZah Boutique.."

"Almeera Az-Zahra Alfianisya, so it's true he's Dr. Alvian.." inner Gibran.

Almeera begins the feat, conveying her vision of mission.

"Of the many prospective Suppliers, the price that Ibu Almeera offers is quite tempting, can I trust the quality of the fabric, the fiber seams are good..???" ask Gibran suddenly

"FaZah Boutique has guaranteed its quality from decades ago, ranging from materials to stitching results, we have our own shop engaged in the Textile field, and we have our own tailor.."

"If the price, Umma Fatimah Az-zahra as a voter from FaZah Boutik has indeed applied itself, in preaching it is many ways, in many ways, including providing Muslim clothing with good quality but the price can be reached by all circles" added Almeera

Bimo smiled.."you must choose him, not because of an unknown intention, but he deserves to be chosen" whispered Bimo with a fluffy smile, while Gibran was silent.

Two hours passed, the meeting ended before the Dzuhur prayer, FaZah Boutik and Bunda Hijab became the choice that will work with Sky Mall.

"Then we'll excuse you, Mr. Bimo." said Almeera, Gibran happened to be receiving a phone call.

"Please Ms. Almeera and Ms. Bella, if you want to pray here there is also a mosque.."

"we pray in the mosque outside sir. excuse me Assalamualaikum..."

"waalaikumusalam..." Bimo replied, and as Almeera was eliminating behind the door, Gibran turned around, his eyes looking for something

"from what..??" Gibran remained silent

"A...??" Gibran remained silent

"Lo's weird, I don't know what Lo's going to do, but they certainly deserve our cooperation.."

"sook to know, I want to go out first." he replied as it passed.

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As scheduled, Almeera is now in the kiosk provided by the Sky Mall, even already in the design, the rack and even the statue for her clothing model is available.

Almeera and her colleagues, began tidying up the products they sell, ranging from Muslim women's clothing, men to children. Almeera was not aware that there was someone staring at her from earlier, a distance away, but she could still see.

"Why not in samperin...??" bimo said as he patted Gibran on the shoulder

"be polite, it's still working hours" cynical Gibran

"gue talks not as a subordinate of Lo, but some friends.. You're weird, find info about him, suddenly ask him to be a supplier, and then tomorrow what?? You asked her to be Lo's wife...??"

"it could be.." answered flatly.

"Crazy Lo Bran. lest this whole time Lo be her paparazzi..."

"not the paparazzi, but the stalker." reply Ren who out of nowhere comes his.

"whatever you are." Gibran replied and entered the room.

"Honest dech same I Ren.. does this have anything to do with Manggala??" ask Bimo when Gibran is gone

"ask yourself, I'm quite dizzy with his will..."

"Ren.. to be honest if his intentions are bad with Almeera I don't accept Ren..."

"Oh Bimo, you explain it to him, I'm done with the rest of his business.."

The two friends were cool with the chat, Tampa they realized Gibran was standing in front of the Almeera boutique.

"Sir Gibran there's something I can help you with..??" greet one of the Mall officers

Almeera looks very deft, clothes are all large, ranging from clothes to hijab at all makes no difficulty. arrange clothes according to category, put on a statue with a gamis of the design.

Well laid out in the glass steling, making the viewing will surely be captivated. Tampa accidentally had two pairs of eyes clashing, but Almeera quickly lowered her head, nodding her head as a greeting to Gibran with a smile behind her veil...

Gibran's heart was not unswerving, but his heart and mind were not the same, there was something he was holding back and hiding.

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At RSH as usual Azzam was busy with his patients, and on his return from the patient's ward, accidentally Azzam paired with a janitor who almost fell because he was accidentally hit by one of the nurses.

"Astaghfirullah's..."

"Oh my God, I'm sorry I was in a hurry to take medication for a patient in the ER..."

"Nothing Sus, just go ahead , let me get it done.." He replied.

A girl in her sanitary uniform crouched to pick up trash that had fallen to the floor.

Azzam suddenly approached her, then helped her.

"Let me just doc.." said Dilara

"it's okay for me to help." Azzam replied while collecting garbage a little far away, then entered into the plastic trash.

"thank you doc.." said Dilara still with a bow.

"sama-sama.." Dilara replied with a nod

Dilara Salsabila is a student majoring in Accounting, who takes employee college sessions, so Monday through Friday works at RSH as an OG (Office Girl).

Azzam went into his room, then returned to check the patient's files..

"Sus, there are still patients to check..??"

"no Doc yet, is the doctor coming out??"

"substitute doctor has entered yet...??"

"bias at 3 o'clock has come doc, this is already want ashar"

"then I want to go to Abi's room first, if there is an urgent and the night sif doctor has not come, immediately contact me yes"

"well doc..." Azzam came out of his room to the room of the Abi in the room of the Abi did not forget Azzam knocked on the door and said his greetings.

"What time do you come home??" azzam asked when he was in front of Abi

"So there's Operation Zam,. maybe it's a little late, Hafidz's dad's out of town, why...??"

"azzam left with Abi..."

"oh yes Abi forgot.hehehe.., if you want to go home first is okay, take it, later Abi kabarin..."

"yes, if so, Abi will immediately call Azzam right to go home"

"anyone..."

Azzam came out of the room and rushed to the parking lot, but before he returned to the room to pick up the car keys and his bag.

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Continue???

Before proceeding once again I say, this is only the result of my graffiti, which may not like to connect, or like not exactly right.

Please understand, especially I am just an amateur writer who still has a lot to learn.

Jazaakumullah khairon for his Support..

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