Mr. ARROGANT(I FOUND LOVE IN MY BOW)

WORKING IN MAMA'S BOUTIQUE

After the departure of the handsome young man in cocoa clothes, Dion called Zahra.

"Zorah..."

"Eh, brother Dion." Zahra turned towards Dion .

Dion ran over to him.

"He who?..." Dion pointed with his chin the black sedan that drove away.

"Who do you mean?..."

"Cowok just talked to you."

"Oh that, his name is Gus Fauzan. The son of the owner of the boarding school where I used to study and teach."

"Buset... Kiyai's descendant."

"Why brother?..."

"You guys look so familiar."

"Oh, yes. Gus Fauzan is friendly. Eeemmm, if that's what I'll excuse you, brother."

"Where are you going?..."

"You're looking for work."

"Let me take ya."

"No, brother, thank you. I'm riding an angkot."

"It's hard if Zahra looks for a job riding an angkot."

"Nothing, sister, I'm usually independent."

"Zahra, wait." Dion stopped Zahra from leaving. "Zahra, I know a job opening that can be done part-time. The owner is friendly again. The salary is good."

"Yes, where?..." Zahra's eyes are already sparkling, he really needs money at this time for transportation costs to the city of Surabaya if he has free time.

"In my mom's boutique."

"Where is the address?..."

"Secret."

"Dion, is that right?..."

"Let's take it with me."

"But it's true... There's a job opening."

"Yes, seriously. When have I ever lied. Come on, come along." Zahra followed Dion's footsteps.

"Silence, let's go inside." Zahra was still standing around when Dion opened the car for her.

"We're just alone in the car."

"At guarantee safe. I won't be weird, I swear." Dion forms the letter V into the air with its index and middle fingers. After seeing Dion's earnestness, Zahra dared to enter.

Dion sat behind the wheel of the car and Zahra sat beside him.

"Put the seat belt. If you can't, let me put it up." said Dion teasingly.

"No need. I can put it on myself."

"I'm just kidding" said Dion. His hand was busy typing something on his phone then he sent it to his mother. Zahra threw her face towards the window.

"Ma, Dion wants to go to the same boutique friend. He needs a job. Please accept, Mom, pretend you don't know me. His salary, cut my pocket money. I LOVE YOU, Mama😘😘😘" Mama Dion bobbing head reading a message from Dion.

"Why else is this child?..." Grumpy Mama Dion.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Dion came down and opened the door for Zahra.

"Need help?.." asked Dion when he saw the hick Zahra had trouble opening her seatbelt.

"This is what sis, how is it?..."

"Never ride in a car." Dion got back in the car and helped Zahra unlock her seatbelt.

"Beberapakali. The freight also includes the car."

"Yes, yes." replied Dion as he got out of the car.

When Zahra and Dion entered the boutique, all the women there smiled and bowed respectfully to Dion and Zahra.

"Is this boutique owner there?...." Dion's question made the two women who were asked to look at each other do not understand, because usually Dion will gawk into the room of the Mama every come to the boutique.

"Hey, does this boutique owner exist?.." asked Dion again.

"Oh, there's Dion's mas." replied one of the women. Zahra looked at Dion with a questioning look.

"Obviously, it's my Mama's boutique, so they all know me" Dion told Zahra.

"Oh.." said Zahra.

"Can take us to his room."

"Oh, could you. Lt could. Let's follow me mbak." said the woman was friendly and polite.

"Get in." said Mama when he saw from CCTV, Dion and Zahra were already standing in front of his room.

Zahra opened the door. "Why not?..." Zahra asked as Dion was about to enter following her.

"You want to keep you."

"I'm going to apply for a job, brother, not to the condo."

"Oh, yes. Yeah, I'm waiting here."

Dion writes wa's message to his mother after Zahra goes missing behind the door.

"Assalamualaikum" said Zahra.

"Wa alaikumsalam." replied the beautiful woman who was 4 heads. He sat in his work chair, looking elegant with a peach-colored Muslim dress matching the color of his clothes.

"Please sit down." Mama Dion said, Zahra also followed the instructions of her future boss.

"Ma, don't wait for the interview. Accept the work immediately. Dion wants to take him for a walk." order wa from Dion.

"Your new boyfriend?.." Mama's reply.

"Whose name are you?..."

"My name is Zahra Ainur Rofiq, Ma'am. This is my CV." Zahra submitted her job application CV to the middle-aged woman before her. The woman read Zahra's curriculum vitae carefully after which she looked at Zahra with a peeking look.

"Oh, it's still college. I like to see persistent, hardworking people."

"Yes, thank you."

"You have a boyfriend yet?..."

"I've never dated, Mom." Zahra still answered even though the question was a little strange.

"Then that young man out there who are you?..."

"My friend, Mom."

"Oh, that's good. Do you have a husband?..."

"No, I don't have a mom."

"When is the plan to get married?..."

"Huh." Zahra gawked, thought wrongly heard.

"When is the plan to get married?.." selection of prospective daughter-in-law Inner Mama Dion.

"I haven't thought that way, Mom."

"Oh... Can you cook?..."

"Can Ma."

"Can you cook rawon, gulai and soto?..."

"Can, Mom." replied Zahra more astonished, actually he will be positioned in what part?... Questions about food and status.

"Okay, you're getting a job from tomorrow. From Campus home until 9pm. UMR salary + sales and craft bonus. interview completed. Oh yeah, is there a question?..."

"Eh, sorry Mom. Eemm i-it, I put it in the part where yes, how was it asked about food."

"Hahahaha, because my son likes to eat rawon, soto and gulai." Mama Dion chuckled, while Dion patted his eel while eavesdropping on the conversation.

"What does this have to do with trying?..." Zahra.

"Your job is only to serve customers who come here. Yes, you can go now."

"Yes Mom. Thank you." Thank you." Zahra greeted her new boss with a cheerful heart.

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"I don't believe you, brother, you can take this easy job. Usually put a job application letter, continue to wait for interview calls. Lah, I'm testing it right away."

"Udah, don't think too much. Maybe it's your fortune."

"Thank you, brother... Help me find work."

"Thank you not enough."

"Continue?...."

"Follow me out to the mall."

"But brother!..."

"Nothing but fireplace."

Zahra no longer refuted Dion's words, she entered the car followed by Dion.

A little while later the car had arrived in front of the mall, Dion entered the parking lot. After parking his car Dion and Zahra got out of the car and entered the mall.

Inside the Mall, Dion bought 2 glasses of cold drink. And give it one for Zahra.

"It."

"Thank you" Zahra said after receiving a chilled drink from Dion.

Dion took Zahra to the ground floor of the Mall where the SME business exhibition was held. There are many various works that are exhibited and sold. Like handmade flowers, handicrafts made of rattan. Self-knit clothes, painting shoes, painting art, snacks, food and much more.

The two of them walked together around the contents of the exhibition while sipping their cold drinks.

"Kesana yuk." Dion pulls Zahra's bag and takes it to the stand of the salesman's accessories. Dion took the forest hunter's hat and black glasses and put them on.

"Zahra, how?... It's not good to be a forest hunter."

"Ah, it doesn't fit brother." Zahra chuckled at Dion's appearance.

"Hahahaha, yes. Where there's a handsome hunter like me."

"Hahaha, I just found out that Dion's brother is narcissistic."

"Hahaha, kidding. Come on over there." Without Zahra's approval, Dion pulled Zahra's bag and took her to the painting stand.

"Bang, please paint us." Pinta Dion.

"Not to brother." Zahra continued to resist but Dion kept pushing until she was forced to obey.

"But the painting is half body."

"Up to you."

Dion and Zahra sat down at the place where they had been prepared to pose. Dion poses with a red rose on Zahra but looks away, while Zahra holds a rose in Dion's grasp but looks at Dion.

The painter began to paint Zahra and Dion with focus and concentration. After a long time, Dion and Zahra heard a familiar voice in their ears.

"Zahra, brother Dion." Zahra and Dion turned to the origin of the voice. Nadine stood beside Zain hand in hand.

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