Beautiful Tailor

Gathering

It was the afternoon of the Maghreb, it was raining but not too heavy. But enough to wet the streets and make the weather quite cold. The young seamstress was busy sewing clothes that would be picked up by her customers in the morning.

Unlike the usual day he always came home on time, the afternoon before Maghrib. But today the girl does not want to disappoint her customers who will pick up her sewing clothes tomorrow.

After two more hours passed finally the shirt with a lacy material colored tosca was finished sewn. After getting ready, he came out of his father's three-by-four-meter sewing stall, not forgetting he locked the door.

It was eight o'clock and thirty minutes for sure his mother would scold him for coming home at night she thought. Not angry because he was worried about coming home at night, but because there was no food that his stepmother wanted to eat. Because usually the girl is the one who cooks for her parents.

Maybe it was because it was cold after the rain so that no one came out of the house. So the atmosphere of the night seemed lonely. Usually many people pass by in the small alley. But tonight he walked alone in that alley.

He walked in the alley that would lead to his house, the alley that would lead to the girl's house was quite narrow, only one car could pass. The houses on the left and right are quite tight but tonight there is no way to see the residents, but the clock still shows eight hours and thirty minutes.

But the residents' house was bright enough that the girl was not afraid despite walking alone on the deserted road.

After walking a few steps the girl felt that someone was walking behind her. He did not know whether the person behind him was following him or that person would also pass the same path as him.

Once at the intersection, he turned to the right and the road was quite large unlike in the alley earlier. From the intersection, the house of the girl who had a beautiful face was not far away, only a few meters away.

On the road it is still quiet. And the person behind him was still behind him and he felt that person was following him.

Finally the beautiful tailor girl ventured to look back. He saw a tall and large man wearing a hoodie jacket covering his head about five steps behind him.

But he did not dare to ask who the man was and what to follow him. Then he looked forward again but stopped.

The girl did not feel any fear at all when she saw the man behind her. He did not know why he was not afraid.

The man continued to walk even though the girl had stopped for a moment because she saw him earlier. But, the man kept his head down and accidentally hit his left shoulder against the girl's back.

"Aw," the girl choked in the silence of the night.

The young girl staggered forward and almost fell down if only the man did not hold her hand.

"Lo was drunk too yeah," said the man.

"Well! too?" The girl thought for a moment, digesting the words the man said.

"That means you're drunk?" ask the girl to the man.

"Gue asked lo, uh! you even went back. You know where I'd come from if I was drunk?"

"You said earlier, 'lo drunk too huh?'. There's also a word. Then you're drunk and I'm drunk, you mean?" the girl argued.

The man did not answer.

"I'm sorry, I'm fully aware and not drunk" the girl added.

"If you're drunk, don't accuse others of being drunk" the girl added.

The man was silent again. But this time his face looks unhappy with the girl's long argument earlier.

The handsome-faced man left without saying much leaving the girl alone.

A moment after the man had left, the girl noticed where he was walking.

The rented house of the three-handled rickshaw from the intersection is already visible. That's where the man stepped.

And it was none other than the rented house where the girl and her parents lived.

The tailor girl's forehead shriveled, she seemed to think for a moment. His father's guest. Because the rented house was three, and while only he and his family occupied one of the houses. The other two houses are still empty, no one is going to fill them yet.

The man appeared to have arrived at one of the doors of the rented house, right next to the house he lived with his family.

The man pulled out the key and opened the door of the house and went inside.

"Oh! the new occupant turned out, "he muttered alone.

After almost a year finally the three-door rented house increased by one occupant. It was only he and his family who occupied a plot of the rented house.

He also stepped into his home.

In the small rented house the girl lived with her biological father and stepmother.

Lestari Syafira was the full name of the tailor girl. He is 21 years old, still young. When his peers hit the world of college but he has worked as a young tailor. But he was happy to do the job. There was no regret or sadness when he did not continue his schooling and only finished junior high school.

She looked naturally beautiful, as she went down her mother's face. The body is not too high but looks good, Taper cheeks, sharp nose, small pink lips decorate his face.

His family, friends and the people around him called him Tari. Dance works as a tailor. He inherited his father's skills.

His father was a tailor, his name was Syabani. He opened a small sewing kiosk. He is a reliable tailor even though he only has a small stall, but the stitches are neat, the rates charged are also fairly cheap. Therefore his father always flooded the order.

All can be sewn by his father, such as a male shirt, women's dress, kebaya, to cloth door and window coverings or curtains.

When it was overwhelmed like that his father always asked Tari to help. Initially Dance was only taught to sew straight, like sewing curtains.

But over time Tari was curious and wanted to learn many things about his father's work such as making patterns, cutting patterns and others. Even though at that time his age was still fairly young and could even be said to be small.

***

While in the tenement next to Dari lived, the handsome man chuckled.

"I thought I'd follow him this time, hahaha.. KeGRan is a girl. Not pretty either."

'Bruk!'

The man laid himself on the soft mattress he just bought this morning and was immediately delivered to the rented house he now occupies by his subordinates. Then he reached into his pocket to pick up a flat object used as a communication tool.

"Eh! beautiful too," she muttered, connecting the words she made herself.

He also chuckled again..

To Be Continue's...

Testing first yes..

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