Beautiful Tailor

The Wrong Door Opens

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Dance knocked on her door.

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Not the door to his house but the house next door that opened.

"What's wrong?" asked the handsome man after opening the door.

There was a sense of surprise when I found out who was knocking on the door.

But in front of the outside door, precisely in front of the door of his house, Dari was no less shocked. He knocked on the door of his house, not the door of the man's house.

"I'm standing here, not standing in front of your door and I'm knocking on my door instead of your door" replied Tari at length.

This girl likes to argue.

Without the male babibu had closed the door rather harshly while enduring the embarrassment and covering his face that was like a boiled crab right now.

Embarrassed. Why did he hear wrong! to him in the heart.

After closing the door he banged his forehead with his own hands repeatedly, while muttering indistinctly at himself.

Indeed, the rented tenement house was very tight even the walls were no distance so that people could talk next to the house could be heard even like Dance knocked on the door of his house but thought the man the door of the house was knocked.

Fadly Anggara Dewantara handsome man was the son of a rich and successful businessman, he ran away from home because he did not want his life too restrained by the Mama and Papa.

He is now 22 years old, he is one year older than Dance, but his nature is like childish. If you say he is too pampered not really. Instead, Mama and her father always acted decisively and taught her independence.

His mother and father always arranged his life starting from childhood until now after he was in college was still arranged. Because he was the only boy in the Dewantara family. His father had high hopes for him to be as successful as his father wanted him to be.

Even the college and the majors were arranged by his mother. That's why he doesn't like to stay home.

He once asked his father to buy an apartment so that he lived in an apartment to be more independent but was rejected outright by his father.

As a result, because he was too bored with the situation at home and people who always manage him, he fled from his magnificent home owned by his father.

He fled far enough away from where he lived to be unknown to his family. Unmitigated, he was looking for a remote area to escape. But he could not find the right area and residence.

So now he contracted a small house owned by three handlers of one of the workers in his house, precisely the worker is the butler in the magnificent house owned by his father who previously forced him to shut up so as not to tell his family especially to his mother and father.

The area is not too remote and remote, but only a few villages for him who are used to living in big cities.

But he realized as long as there is still one city must sooner or later the mother or papa will find it. Because he is a man in his family who is very expected by his father to be able to continue the large company owned by his father.

Let him be restrained again and maybe he will obey all the requests of his mother and father.

But for now he just wants to be free even if only for a while.

***

Again the tailor's girl's dance knocked on her door. After the scene the neighbor wrongly opened the door earlier.

While coughing her father opened the door for Tari. From inside the house appeared the shady face of his old and sickly father.

Mr. Syabani is 56 years old. Not too old than Papa Fadly, but because of the demands of life that make Mr. Syabani sickly and looks older than his age should be.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Tari when the door opened and immediately greeted his father with reverence.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, why just came home son, I was worried because you do not usually come home this night. You're okay, right?" that's a warm welcome to Dance.

"Alhamdulillah, Dance well sir. Ms. Hanifa came to the stall to get her clothes, but the material was only given yesterday afternoon she said three more days were taken. But he said again that tomorrow morning he wants to wear that shirt. So Dance finish her shirt, sir, for a minute."

"But you prayed Maghrib, right son?" asked father.

'Oh yes, I did not pray, Astaghfirullah, answer what yes, ' muttered Tari in my heart.

It can be said that Tari is not a woman who shaleha even her head has not been covered with hijab but Tari has never left prayer, that is the teaching of her father since childhood.

"Let's forget sir" he answered honestly.

"Astaghfirullah son, why forget? You should be as busy as you are to keep praying five times."

"Yes sir sorry yes, Tari always remember the message of the father, Insha Allah tomorrow-tomorrow do not forget to pray again."

"I apologize to God, son! because you forgot about him. And then don't forget to pray anymore."

"Yes sir. Oh yes, why did you open the door, mother where?"

"Mother was hungry, she said, so she went out to buy food. It's been an hour, but I don't know why your mother hasn't come home yet" replied his father as he passed and wanted to go into his room.

Her mother is her stepmother, Rosita. His mother never cooked. He only relied on Tari to fill his hungry stomach. Even if Dance was busy and didn't have time to cook because of the many stitches that had to be completed as now she didn't care.

Usually he calls Tari to go home quickly to cook or if he is tired of Dance cooking, he calls to buy food outside only.

He only thinks about his own stomach. If she went out and would buy food she bought for herself never wanted to buy her husband especially for her stepdaughter Dance.

Dance closes the door again.

"So you've been out since but haven't come home?" tanya Dance. Which only answered nods by his father.

"Mother haven't eaten yet?" ask Dance again.

"Not yet" answered his father.

Without a second thought dance to the kitchen. He opened the fridge but found only four eggs. There's nothing more than that.

He opened the rice cooker, the rice he cooked this morning is still there.

Because it was too late for dinner for his father and himself so he just fried the egg.

He prepared warm rice from the rice cooker and fried omelet for him and his father to eat.

"Eat first yuk sir," he asked his father.

He led his father from the room to the dining table of his style which was located in their rented house. Sit down and have dinner with omelet and warm rice.

When Tari and her father were eating her stepmother, Ms. Rosita came home without knocking on the door and went straight in.

There was not a word that Miss Rosita said to the two men father and son after entering the house, Ms. Rosita just looked for a moment and then stepped into the room.

He is now cynical, but he was not like that.

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