My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter XXIX

Wood sculptures are the result of creative hands and have high skills because all the results of the craft are made using hands with carving and sculpting techniques, without the use of machines.

The making of the statue takes a long time, some are up to months depending on the size and the object chosen. Therefore, the work of the statue is very expensive.

However, today Mariana had to prepare the work in just a few hours. While some of the time has been seized by the presence of Michael's fans.

The arrival of the dance was very helpful. Now he can concentrate fully on his work.

His hands are so agile and adept at sculpting. Knife engrave gift from Alm. The goddess danced on the surface of the wood. It was fortunate that Michael did not ask for a large size, perhaps as high as 20cm.

Michael's face was already formed. Eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Overall, his head was formed.

Mariana is now sculpting her body. The sound of laughter and the jest Michael and his fans no longer ignored Mariana. It was as if he was in his own world.

Although in the middle of his preoccupation joking with his fans, but from there Mariana's movements did not escape his attention.

Her eyes were watching Mariana's movements. There is something that disturbs his feelings, but does not understand what it means.

"Gee!" Dance whipped Michael's arm.

"Yes?"

"Don't get engrossed in lyrics!"

Michael smiled. "Sister you're beautiful" he said sincerely.

"People have."

"meaning?" tanyanya did not understand.

"He's already engaged" replied Tari.

"He-he-he!" Michael chuckled amusedly. "That means I still have a chance, while it has not been inaugurated in the church" he continued.

"Don't be an actor, I'll kick him out. He-he-he!"

"Now is this sister-in-law."

"certain. Uh, I'm not your sister!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" They both laughed. Then continue another conversation.

Michael speechless. Although Michael was a handsome, friendly, sociable man and a lot of idols, but, for Dance, Michael was not Mr. Right for Tata Ana. Dance had a choice for her sister.

Even so, what man plans, all is still up to the one above the Master of the Universe.

Mariana leaned exhausted, she glanced at the clock on her Huawei phone, already at 17:30 WITA. Michael's fans are home, including Dance.

Michael approached Mariana. "It's over?" asked, then took a seat in front of Mariana.

Mariana nodded weakly. It felt like a heavy burden had slipped off my shoulders.

"Well! You're great, Ana," he praised when he saw Mariana's work. So delicate and beautiful. It looks like a living statue.

"Surely, who was it," he winked mischievous eyes.

"Ha-ha-ha!" Michael laughing. "How much?" tanyakanya.

"Add, less, times, divide .. three hundred."

Michael took out his wallet. Without bargaining he gave up three hundred and fifty thousand. For him it was comparable to the work of Mariana.

Mariana counted, then frowned looking at Michael.

"That's a tip" Michael said without being asked.

Mariana smiled. "Rezeki don't get rejected, right?"

"Ha-ha-ha!"

"Thank you" said Mariana. Michael just smiled in response.

Michael glanced at the clock on his wrist. "Hopefully there's still a bus" he said, standing up.

"Sorry, make you wait a long time." Michael shakes. He took his suitcase.

Mariana opened the door for Michael as the man walked out. Before he left the Mariana store, he turned his head for a moment.

"Dad!" call him.

Without answering the call, Mariana turned her head. Michael speechless. Many questions stir his mind. Like, do they know each other? Or, have they met somewhere? Or perhaps, Mariana knew someone she missed so much?

However, all of that was unfruitful, tucked away in his mind.

"Thank you." That's all that came out of his mouth.

"Together" answered Mariana.

"Hope we can see you again." Mariana nodded.