Mateau

Red Dress

Rina rushes to meet Alvin at her shop with a heart full of question marks. Could it be that Alvin poisoned the fried rice, thus sending that crazy message? I don't know.

Rina arrived at the boutique at exactly four in the afternoon after previously sending Alvin a confirmation message that he was on the road.

Rina came as a wife because there were not many employees working there. Rina's arrival was immediately greeted by a long-haired young woman with a knee-length skirt as well as a light blue shirt with a floral pattern.

"Good afternoon, ma'am" said the employee.

Lina carved a smile. "Sore too. Mr Alvin's in his room?"

"Ada, Bu. Silakan."

"good. Thank you." Thank you."

Rina moved into the deepest boutique area. There are a lot of clothing collections that are designed by Alvin's hands. Very pretty and interesting. It is only fitting that the man has a high standard in assessing student assignments.

Lina was stunned when she saw a long white dress with long sleeves that were given pearls on her chest. Real pretty.

"God, this is simple. But, sweet," commented Rina. His hands touched the fabric. Soft with smooth fibers. It feels cold and comfortable to wear. He had not seen such a beautiful texture. "The plan is good too. He's a great guy."

"You likey?" Suddenly Alvin's voice rang out in the back. Kamila was silent. "Do you want to make it like that?"

"No, my mother." Rina nervous. Alvin's puff of breath swept over his ear that was behind the hijab. The voice of the man also felt sweet.

"Related?"

Rina nodded.

"If so, why are you watching him in detail?"

"Just admire it. Mas karya is beautiful. Many people believe."

Alvin silence. That sentence of praise sounded sincerely ejected from Rina's mouth. "My work is ordinary, but by God's permission, they can believe."

Lina was silent, then moved her body backwards. His sight meets Alvin beads. Observing the shape of the nose, eye circles and taper of the chin belongs to the man. "Everybody does a job. Is there something you're thinking about?"

Alvin's forehead was pucker. "meaning?"

"Every work of Mas seems to have its own meaning. It was as if every piece of cloth had a dahysat pull that could invite people to praise."

Alvin silence. Lina looked at him deeply.

"Is there a secret behind it all?" Lina asked again.

Alvin smiled knot. "obvious. Every best result there must be a potion that must be processed smartly."

Hearing that made Lina interested. Hope Alvin gave it a little leak. "Can you tell me, Mom?"

"How much do you pay?"

Automatic forehead Rina furrowed tight. One of his eyebrows went up. Piqued. "Same wife herself must also pay. Peel up!" Lina folded her hands on her chest, then turned her face away. "That science must be divided, Mas. Let's benefit."

"But I have learned that science is not easy." Alvin defended himself.

"Yes, I know. But, right, I'm the wife, Mas." Rina doesn't want to lose.

Rina's upset. "Yes, shit. I'll pay later. How many?" This time Kamila's gaze focused again on Alvin. "Don't cost a fortune. I can do it."

Alvin chuckles amusedly, then leaves his wife alone.

"But, really, ran away!" Rina's upset.

"Come, to the room. Not to pay." Alvin laughed a little.

Rina hush. Why should I be in the room. Is Alvin going crazy?

"Mas, here too?" ask Kamila.

"It's privacy!"

"Privacy?" Rina's forehead was getting shriveled. "What does he want to pay for? So suspicious. Sometimes he's mysterious, sometimes he's a kepo guy. Is it possible that he was reincarnated from the chameleon of the age of exploration? That can change whenever you want. My mind is - there is!"

Instead of remaining silent, Rina followed Alvin from behind. As soon as he entered the room, his admiration grew more and more. Many designs of dresses are still in process in some sculptures. Everything is beautiful with elegant colors.

"God, beautiful. It's more beautiful than it was. The cut is simple, but looks elegant," praised Rina. Her gaze was attracted to a plain red blush dress, but there was a tail behind. Like a wedding dress. "Mas, who's that? How, how good can it be?"

Netra right Alvin glanced. He's silent.

"It's really pretty." Lina moved closer. His hand was stretched out to feel the fibers of the cloth, but Alvin strictly forbade.

"Don't touch that dress!" prevent Alvin with a high tone and full of emphasis.

Automatic Rina was silent in place. His hands go back down.

"He is more valuable than anything! So, don't let your hands touch even once!" added Alvin who is now sitting in his chair without wanting to look at Rina. "Red color has its own meaning. Like what you said earlier. Every dress has meaning."

I don't know why Lina's mind turned ugly. If heed carefully. This dress was indeed ordinary intersecting, but it seemed to be alive. There's life in the stitches of the dress. Moreover, this dress also looks sewn with love and love as if there is a big secret behind its beauty. Whatisit? I don't know.

"You're here for a consultation, right? Come on, sit down and blind your eyes to whatever is around. It's enough to enjoy," said Alvin.

Lina smiled obliquely. Funny words from Alvin. This dress has a thousand million meanings and is very important to Alvin, but it is still not good to say that. At least, say gently that does not make others feel offended.

"I think this dress has someone. I don't know who. I hope she can be as happy as she can see" said Rina as she turned around and walked to Alvin's desk. The girl pulled the chair in front of the table, sat down and kept the backpack on the table. "We forget about that unimportant dress. The first thing I want to ask you about was Mas's message this afternoon. Meaning what?"

Rina reached into the bag in the backpack. Searching for Alvin's message this afternoon and showing it.

From Galak Lecturer

Don't leave me.

Alvin was wrong. The man looked nervous, not knowing what to explain. All this is because of Ronald's influence.

"I sent it wrong. That's for a friend" Alvin lied.

Rina pensive. From the way Alvin talks and looks at the face, it's not so. He could catch an expression that said something else.

Alvin closed the ledger he always wore to design dresses. His gaze was sharp as he said, "You need to, right? Hurry along! I still have a lot of work."

"Yes, yeah." Rina saves the phone. Take out a book. However, his curiosity could not be satisfied with Alvin's answer. He looked back at Alvin. "Who is Mas Alvin afraid of being left behind?"