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"What do you want, baby?? If you want me to get married again, then I can't. I can't do that. Ilove you. Please don't torture me with your request!!!" arthur replied, wiping his wife's tears.
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This morning, Fira tried to find a job to help her father charge.
Sampung Fira in a fairly large boutique that has brochures looking for job vacancies.
Without waiting any longer, Fira asked one of the workers at the boutique.
"Sorry, are there any job openings?" Ask the worker.
"Bak find a job? Let me take you directly to meet the Boss. Coincidentally he just arrived" the worker replied.
"Yes" answered Fira briefly and followed the direction where the worker took him to meet with the boss.
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"Get in!!" ma'am orders boss on his workers. Fira also entered a fairly large room.
"Mom, someone wants to work here. Then excuse me first" said the worker and immediately said goodbye.
"Sit down!!" ma'am's orders are boss on Fira.
Fira sat down slowly.
"Whose name are you?" ask the boss.
"My name is Fira Nanncey Ma'am" replied Fira nervously.
"Why do you want to work here?" ask the boss for Fira.
"I love fashion designs and usually try to design my own models. It also happened that I needed money for my father who was sick" said Fira honestly and tried to cover up his nervousness in front of the boutique owner's boss.
"All right!! Now you I test to draw a design of office themed clothes now. I will be reviewing your image today. If your image is good and I like it, then you can work here" said the boss while offering blank papers and pencils to Fira.
"Good Mom!!!" said Fira nervously receiving the blank paper and pencil.
"Hopefully I can" Fira's inner self-sustained.
While describing, Fira and Bu boss chatted. It doesn't feel good to be called the boss Mom, just call her Amor, Amor.
"How much salary do you want?" Ask Bu Amor to Fira who is cool in drawing.
"Ep... Honestly, I do not know about the salary of ma'am, as usual, the salary of the person who designed it how much. Importantly, I can provide for the family, I'm happy" Fira replied politely as she raised her head to look at Ms. Amor.
"It's good of you, son!! Surely his parents are proud to have a child like this" inner Bu Amor while smiling sweetly looked at Fira.
"What are you graduates? actually I do not care about that, I just want workers and employees here to be responsible for that. But I'm asking you" Ms. Amor asked Fira. He was so curious about this Fira figure.
"I graduated from High School... I am currently in college and teaching as a tutoring teacher on the side" Fira replied honestly and politely.
"Owalah... keep you in college majors what? how can you design clothes?" ask Amor again who is still curious.
"The course I took was actually education. I really want to be a lecturer, but I think my ideals did not succeed deh Bu... Then if the design of the clothes is my hobby from the beginning. I like to draw something. And finally I tried to draw a shirt, and I thought it was good. So, I searched for clothes designs. I once wanted to be an architect. But my parents disagree. So I chose the education department only Ms" explained Fira as if talking to her own family.
"Sorry mom, I'm a hehe story" Fira added, chuckling awkwardly.
"Sir papa. I love it when someone shares my story with me. We just share the story of Fir" Ms. Amor replied with a smile.
"Means you're studying education right now?" ask Ms. Amor.
"Yes Ma'am" Fira replied with a smile.
"Ep... The cost is insufficient, ma'am. I got a scholarship now. So I am very grateful" said Fira.
"You learned diligently. Maybe one day you can achieve your goals. Cost is not a problem. The most important thing is that you are diligent and tenacious in gaining knowledge" said Ms. Amor sage.
"Yes ma'am" Fira replied again.
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Not long after, Fira had finished the picture.
"This is Ma'am. I hope you like it" said Fira while presenting his image to Bu Amor. Amor accepted it.

***More or less like that guys overview Fira**~
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"Well, this is a great picture. I like it" said Ms Amor amazed by the image of Fira.
"Creally Ma'am?" ask Fira happy.
"Hem. Then, you can start working with this boutique. You can design clothes or dresses later" said Bu Amor again.
"Tomorrow you can come here. I will introduce you to the employees and employees here. Later I will ask my secretary to make a schedule for you to design clothes later. You can design clothes at home or here is up to you. I understand because you also teach tutoring and are still in college. Hopefully later your designs sell well and can deliver this boutique faster and more advanced" explained Bu Amor.
"Thank you so much Mom has already understood me. Thank you also for accepting that I work here so that I can channel my hobbies" Fira said happily.
"Either. Think of me as your own mother. I like the way young people think like you who are independent and do not want to trouble parents" replied Ms. Amor again.
"Call me mother only. I want to have a daughter. But my son is all boy" said Ms. Amor.
"Bun-da" said Fira hesitantly.
"Don't be nervous like that, Fir. If you want, you can be my daughter-in-law. Oh yeah, don't talk too formal... Just wear me-you" said Amor's mother chuckled softly.
"Bun-da could have. Then, Fira said yes Bun.." said Fira while shaking the hand of Amor. Not shaking, but shaking the hand of Ms. Amor.
"Be careful, Fir!!" the Persingatan Bu Amor.
"Good Bun" replied Fira smiling and waltzing away from the boutique.
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***Slightly information, job vacancies are needed people who design clothes yes guys. So Fira tried and finally accepted***.
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"Thank God I can be accepted here. Oh yeah, I had to hurry up to teach tutoring. Almost forgot" Fira told herself.
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