Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

Attractiveness

That morning the Rose began his activities in front of his sewing machine.

Breakfast and home have been done since he finished performing dawn prayers.

Now he is making more money to sell.

Pastri came out of his room, approached the boy and held his shoulder.

"Mawar ..???, you are not selling.??" said Pastri.

"No buk, this one month Roses taste is enough to sell around, if the Roses are further around the pity of mother at home, Roses will also come home late every day.

Sales did not run out much if sold around the buk", said Rose turned her body to face her mother.

"Then..??, what do you want again son.??", said mbak Lastri curious about his son's plans in the future.

"Yesterday home sales Rose bought this buk...??" said Roses showed a sophisticated cell phone of his.

"Mobile..??" asked Pastri.

"Yes buk, Roses will post pictures of the Mukenah Roses on social media, Roses have learned from last night, Roses also try to contact our customer customers during the sale in pesantren first buk", the Rose explained.

"It's not good, son, then how did your customer's reaction when in contact..??" said Pastri.

"They are interested buk, let alone see the latest model of the Rose, if they want a message, the Rose just send through the expedition" said Mawar expressed his idea.

"It's great, son.!!, his time was not like that" said Mbak Lastri amazed by the technology now.

Roses began to be active in the sewing machine, helped by his mother who cut the fabric of the raw material, they work very well together.

"Son, when my mother was young, my mother really had a vision to use flowers from embroidery, you want not to make it for my mother.??, later the mother who embroidered the flower picture", mbak Lastri.

"Yes want to dong buk, what does not make mother" said Roses with a smile on his lips.

"Thank you, son, mother will immediately embroider", said mbak Lastri rose from his seat, taking a embroidery tool he found in their rented room.

"Where's the mother got her tools.??" asked Roses, because she never saw her mother have embroidery tools.

"Mother found in the drawer room , may have an old rented house owner" said mbak Lastri began his embroidery.

The rose smiled to see her mother look very excited.

Tokks.tokkk..

"Assalammualaikum.", exclaimed a woman from the porch of the house.

"Walaikumsalam, buk, who is it.??" said Rose rising from his seat.

"This mother is really her house mbak Roses..??" said the woman.

"Yesa buk, right, let's please come in" said Rose let him enter.

Pastri stood up and approached the rose.

"Who's son.??" asked Pastri.

"Roses also do not know buk" said Roses.

"Let's sit down buk" said Mrbak Lastri.

"Sorry, who is this mother.??" asked the curious Rose, because the Rose here is also a new citizen and still knows Azizah and her mother only.

"Oh yes, introduce me Bu Ida, I am from Yogyakarta, said the woman introduced herself.

"Then, what do you need to look for me.??" said the curious Rose.

"Look son, 2 weeks ago I came from Yogyakarta for a vacation and had crossed here, and had stopped at the highway side mosque there" said Ida bu.

"Then buk..??" said Rose still confused.

"I prayed and wore a mukenah, very beautiful, unique, I also wanted to buy it, so I asked the manager of the mosque, he said, well he just gave information that the girl who gave the priest to the mosque was called the Rose" said Bu Ida explained.

The rose and her mother looked at each other.

"I was looking for a house for Roses, but did not meet, finally only now I have information about the house for Roses, I came straight here, I want to see a model for Mukenah nak Roses, can...??", he said he was intent on his arrival.

The smile of the rose and her mother rose.

"Alhamdulillah buk, let's, I have some modern models here, mother can choose" said Rose showed all the thoughts made.

Ms. Ida also chose Mukenah with great enthusiasm, she seemed very satisfied with the results of the stitches and motifs, as well as the fabric material used to make the face made by the Rose.

"Well, I'm so confused this way" exclaimed Ida.

"So how buk...??" said Rose asked for an opinion from Ida ma'am.

"All the face you make has its own charm, son, its characteristics are different from products from other places.

I tried 10 pcs first yes, later I will tell you again if you need a supply of fresh again, this is a business card, do not forget to keep it", said Bu Ida praising the face of the Rose.

"Well buk, thank you for choosing a face made by Roses" said Roses smiling happily.

"Later the money I transfer yes, you send only the account number at ibuk number, if you excuse me first yes, assalammualaikum, come" said Ida bu passed away to bring a bag full of face made by Rose.

"Walaikumsalam" said Roses and immediately approached his mother and hugged her.

"Alhamdulillah buk" said Rose in his mother's arms.

"Alhamdulillah, hopefully a good start for your business yes" said Mbak Lastri stroked the Rose hijab.

"Amin buk, amen" said the Rose with gratitude for the favor of God.

Since then, the Rose business has advanced rapidly.

His promotion on social media succeeded, every day he was always inundated with orders.

So he began to add sewing machines and hired several employees.

Its former customers during the Rose are still in pesantren, began to respond to the cooperation offered by Roses through short messages sent to them and the promotion of Roses on social media.

Every day they now start sending records of their orders to the Roses for resale.

No attempt betrays results, although the ups and downs are common in the corporate world.

Roses have gone through the ups and downs in his career and life.

Now he is still more trying to advance his business and enjoy the results of his hard work.