Married To An Ex

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First day of selling, Alhamdulillah. All trading Nabila selling well, not a little left. The buyers also praised his homemade lilok that feels coiled. They even bought twice because they were addicted. 

It was almost afternoon, Nabila and Rumi cleaned up the place to sell. After that, prepare the materials that will be used for tomorrow. Calculating income, separating between capital and profit. 

"It's for tomorrow's shopping, ma'am." Give some of the money to Rumi. 

"No, I still have money. You just use it for other purposes." Rumi did not want to accept and return it to Nabila. 

"Yes, I canister. Good for the needs." Put in the piggy bank. As usual, he always set aside money for sudden needs. 

Calculate the count is finished, continued tidying the clothes that have been ironed. That's what Nabila has done since living in her mother's house. Quite busy, but not to make him tired, more excited. 

Cell phone rings stopping Nabila's activity. He picked up his flat object and sat down on the edge of the bed. It was Nisa's phone. 

"What's up, Nis?" tanya Nabila started the conversation. 

"When I miss you. Why don't you go back and forth." Nisa's voice was pretending to cry. 

Nabila chuckled, imagining the face of his best friend. It must be very funny exactly the kids who ask for pocket money to his mother. 

"Next week, I promise to play to the boarding house, for now can not," replied Nabila confident. 

"Promise yes, I'll wait." Nisa kissed her phone screen. Even with Nabila who also did the same.

Connection interrupted. Nabila put his phone in its original place. Almost standing up, it rang again. 

Now Riana's name is twinkling on the screen. 

"Did he expect me to come like Nisa. Ah, why am I missing them now." Sliding badge green sign accept. Then put it in his ear. 

Just like earlier, Nabila greeted first and said the word miss because it had been almost a week they separated. Want to regroup like before in one bed and scramble. 

"There's good news, Bill. There are job openings," said Riana seriously. 

"really? I'm welcome at the factory." Nabila approached her mother who was in the dining room. 

"Not in the factory, but in the restaurant." Riana's voice weakened a little. 

"But take it easy, it's easy, and the pay is good. But __" Stopped his speech. It was as if something was being held back. 

"But what?" Nabila looked at Rumi.   

"Should look attractive and graceful. The point is, you have to dress, your clothes also can not be careless, dexterous and also friendly."

Nabila looked down, staring at the negligent clothes she was wearing. So remember with Rifky who always insulted him when wearing his clothes. 

"You mean every day I have to apply makeup, right?" tanya Nabila. 

"Yes, Bill. I'm sure you can. Take it easy, you will teach," said Riana encouraged. 

So far Nabila is what it is. He never put on his face too much. Only occasionally when you want to sleep, the rest remains plain. Likewise with clothes, he only wears a simple typical village and looser. Especially in the factory already provides uniforms to make it relaxed. 

"But I'm ashamed, Ri. All this time you know myself I never dance," refused Riana. 

He hesitated to accept the offer. I don't want to disappoint the boss later. 

"Don't be shy. I'm sure you must be as beautiful as you were when you were a bride." Riana disconnected her connection without waiting for an answer from Nabila. Lazy to hear the girl's refusal. 

Rumi who heard the conversation between Riana and Nabila also agreed and hoped her daughter would change. At least like other girls, like to dress up, but not excessive. 

"Mother don't pa-pa live alone anymore?" ask Nabila. 

Rumi shook her head, of course she would not object to her daughter's decision. Precisely be happy if you want to change as Riana wanted earlier. 

"Yes, I'm packing first." Nabila moved from his seat. 

He passed into the room. Opening the closet, choosing clothes that will be brought later, of course, which is good and worth using. 

In the morning, Nabila was ready to go. She stared at her somewhat different appearance, although not completely changing her face a little more beautiful. 

"What does this makeup mean by Riana?" Combing his long-drawn hair also stared at the bangs on his forehead. 

"Or like this." Pivoting on top and re-tidying her front hair. 

"Ah, how to be so wrong gini anyway." Instead of ribet, Nabila tied her hair with the original. Take the backpack that was filled with clothes and take it out, saying goodbye to Rumi. 

"I'll be home once every two weeks, Mom. Depends on his work holiday." Kissing the back of Rumi's hand. 

"Be careful…"

He put a helmet on his head. Then put the bag in front to make it more comfortable. His motorbike left his hometown. 

The first place to visit was Riana's house. He wanted to find out more about the restaurant that would become a field to scavenge sustenance. 

"Here, Bil." Showing a brochure obtained from one of his friends. 

"The restaurant is open twenty-four hours. And they're looking for night shift workers. Enter at seven o'clock at three in the morning. Well, here's the pay." Designate the nominal salary that will be received by Nabila later if it has been entered into the account. There will be additional bonuses for diligent employees. If I didn't have a job, I would."

When reading all the rules that must be done. Nothing heavy or difficult. It's just that there is one obstacle that makes him reluctant to enter. 

"When not dance is accepted?" Put that brochure on the table. 

Every time it comes to applying makeup makes him lazy and wants to run away. 

"It's not so, Bill. The problem is that restaurants are places to eat. Surely everyone will feel at home if you see the servant neat and beautiful. Their appetite increases, let alone the singles." Nabila's arm with his elbow. 

Nabila thought hard, still not sure to accept the offer. But he desperately needed money to help his mother who was still lacking. 

"All right, I'll try." 

Instantly, Riana hugged Nabila tightly. Provide encouragement so as not to give up. I hope this is the best path for my friend. 

"Now we go to the room, I'll help you."

They both went to the room. Riana took the clothes from the closet and gave it to Nabila. Looking for the right fit in the girl's body. 

"Don't be too sexy, I don't want to be the center of everyone's attention." Nabila. 

Afraid that Riana will give him clothes that are too tight and show his body. It will only invite the orgasm of the striped-nose men. 

Riana looked at me. "How did Rifky react when he saw you wearing this shirt." Showing a cloth skimpy shirt that makes Nabila grin.