
Dion entered the room when he finished talking about his business with the father. He noticed Zahra folding her clothes on the bed.
Dion approached Zahra, then sat down by her side. "Come ready, come with me."
"Where?" Zahra got out of bed, and put all the clothes she had finished folding into the closet.
"To where mommy used to give alms and to my factory."
"But."
"What are you not curious about your handsome husband who produces what clothes?"
"Yes, come on."
Dion took Zahra to the convection, where he now operates. The reason Dion opened this business was because of one server with a business whose mother was in. So, it will quickly develop because the mother already has many colleagues. He brought Zahra into the warehouse where goods are ready to be supplied out of the city and several countries. On the doorstep there is the inscription 'OTHER THAN EMPLOYEES IN FORBIDDEN ENTRY' There are 7 people in this section. Two young men push a trolley of goods ready to be marketed towards a pick up car.
They switch to gasket and finishing room. Two people are in charge of quality control, their job is to check clothes that are suitable for sale or not for sale. If there is a defective clothing then it will be returned, even if there is a spot of stains, then the clothes are not worth selling. There is also a permak part, if the stitches deviate or come off after washing, it will be permak.
Before arriving at Dion's office, they passed through the production room. There are about 50 employees sewing, they are sewing various models of men's and women's clothing.
"I just found out that I'm producing gini clothes" said Zahra, who had just stepped into Dion's room.
Dion pulled Zahra up and sat on her lap.
"Whatever his important efforts resulted in a clear and clean." Dion's hands opened the Zahra hijab, then opened one by one the buttons of his clothes.
"The door was locked, the CCTV was also locked. We miss the story. I can't accept that you're said to be rarely bought." Dion is still heartbroken at Marko's words.
"Well, really." cried Zahra.
"Udah ah, don't discuss that. Where was my story."
"Why the production of clothes?" ask Zahra.
"Oh, yes. There are many entrepreneurs who sell products such as shirts and shirts. Which comes to my mind anyway, because this is already in accordance with the field in the field of Mama. That way, the development of my convection quickly progressed." Dion tells the story as his hands play at the top of Zahra.
"Sister, the price you're selling is too expensive. If it's a little cheap, it's a lot of sales." Dion laughed at his wife's confession.
"Different material dear, different quality. The goods I sell are guaranteed quality, comfortable materials. I wear clothes in mama's boutique, Gabbana's famous brand even before I was born. So it is easier to market even though it is still new to production. You know, brands are expensive."
"Hmmm ... I just found out that my husband is a pinter" praised Zahra with a smile.
"I'm thirsty, honey."
"But I'll get you some water." Zahra was about to stand up, but Dion pulled Zahra back into his lap. Zahra looked at Dion in confusion.
"I want to drink that milk." Dion pointed to the top of Zahra.