Love Wrong Target

Chapter 8 Wedding dress

"I don't pa pa kok sak, Rista don't have to worry" I tried as hard as possible to say.

"how's the wedding dress? you've paid it all off" there's panic in the voice of the woman who works as a wedding dress designer.

"about that, it's up to Rista's sister to be in her wedding dress"

I really don't care about the wedding dress anymore.I even want to tear the dress up if I can. but I can't do it because I appreciate the work of designers who are none other than Rista.

"but it's yours, I'm not authorized to dress it Na"

"i don't need it anymore brother, the dress I gave up completely the same sister Rista"

"that's how the repayment money I return yes yes.you will not be wearing the dress"

"no, brother, if Rista ngelakuin brother, I will be very angry with brother. I'm serious!"

Namira thinks the woman has worked hard to drain the energy and mind to make a beautiful wedding dress. Even Rista handled his own making from start to finish. She once said that the dress was a special dress dedicated specifically to Namira.

So it's very unfair for him not to get anything for his hard work. The price is indeed quite expensive, but that big money is nothing to Namira. Because the income from his boutique was more than enough for his own needs. After all, it was Alvan who actually paid for the fancy dress.

"yes, if you want it Na. I'll keep this dress, maybe one day you need it again"

"yes sister. yes already so brother. I want to take a shower because" Namira just say what Rista said, because he did not want to argue and wanted to end the conversation immediately. Not because I hate Rista, not at all. Namira was just tired.

After all, if she married another man, there was no way she would ever want to wear the dress again, because the dress was a silent witness to the destruction Namira's heart began.

"oh. okay Na. You have to be strong!"

"definitely brother, thank you"

"sama-sama Namira"

Namira ends the call and then activates the plane mode on her phone so that no one can interfere. I think he just wants to be alone for now. Because tomorrow is a lot of important things to do.

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Sunlight slipped through Namira's window curtains. He squirms then opens his eyes to see the clock perched on the wall of the room. The hour hand is pointing at seven o'clock over thirty-five minutes now.

Namira's eyes still feel heavy, because his sleep was not good last night. Many times he tried to close his eyes, but it was very difficult to fall asleep. He was able to sleep well after dawn.

Inevitably Namira has to wake up because his employees will be coming soon. Boutiques usually start operating at nine, while employees usually come half an hour before to get ready.

Namira begins her morning with a bath, after which she continues with other morning rituals such as wearing skincare, make up and others. as for breakfast Namira prefers to order through inter-messaging services to be more practical and save time.

The beautiful woman felt very hungry, she realized that she had missed her dinner because she was too busy with her own thoughts.

Today Namira went to the boutique as usual. He felt his mood was much better compared to yesterday, so he could concentrate more on work.

Time feels so fast when we do a job we love. That's how Namira felt. Without feeling the sun has set, Namira's boutique will be closed soon.

Mama Namira has warned her daughter to come home today, either by phone or chat. And Namira responded. He's going home today. Whatever happens later, let it be a business later. Namira doesn't think about it much anymore.

"Mommy's son has come home.let's eat first Namira, mama already masakin your favorite menu loh" Mother-faced woman was very happy to welcome the arrival of her daughter.

"wah. tuh ma very good, so laper suddenly nih" ceplos Namira while kissing the back of his mother's hand and then alternating with his father who was sitting at the dining table as deliberately waiting for his arrival.

"is all your work done, Namira?" papa Namira opens his voice. He is a very perfectionist when it comes to work.

"already pa" replied Namira as she shifted the dining table chairs filled with various foods that the majority are her favorite menu, then sat sweetly opposite her parents.

Namira must become a professional actress this time if she does not want her parents to know about the problem she is hiding.

Hiding something from her papa might not be a difficult thing for Namira. But hiding from her mother will require an extra fight for Namira.

So far he felt safe, because his mother did not discuss anything strange and asked about the problem to Namira. The three of them only talked about light things during this dinner.

"Namira to the room first yes pa,ma. Want to take a shower, already so hot" Namira moved from her seat after finishing her meal.

"yes Na, the bath hunt.it's really cool!" Mama Namira's chirps followed by a soft laugh from the papa.

"h. mama. ya Namira took a shower first" the woman also climbed the stairs to her room.

Namira breathed a sigh of relief after arriving at the room. It seemed like his acting was successful and he was able to survive the thing he was afraid of.

Namira rushed to take a bath because her body already felt very sticky due to sweat. He took a longer bath than usual because he wanted to soak in warm water to relax the body.

After that he immediately put on his pajamas because he wanted to go to bed to unwind after a busy day taking care of his place of business because the boutique is quite crowded today.

Not to forget he wears cream the night before bed to keep his appearance to always look fresh. Let the heart wither but the face must be fresh. That's what Namira had in mind.

There was a knock on the door from Namira's room after he opened the door. It looks like his mother is standing there with eyes that are difficult to understand.

"Mom come in?"

"please ma"

"what were you doing?"

"regular ma, again use skin care before going to bed"

"do you want to sleep at this hour?"

"it's so sleepy because ma" while pretending to yawn.

"where's your ring Namira?"

Degs..

Looks like mommy knew I was hiding something. That ring, why could I forget? mama must have been more suspicious of this. How'this? I have to answer what..