Romance Love Kanaya

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"Miss, are we going straight home or where are we going?" mr. Danu's question awakened Kanaya's daydream while looking at the buildings on the side of the road.

Kanaya regained her senses quickly, but she shook her head the same way. Some where to go if there is no Dirga he does not know the area there. He also just went to some places with Dirga.

"Just go home, sir," Kanaya replied with a friendly smile.

So happy Mr. Danu, having a very good employer is also very friendly like Kanaya. He was also very happy to work with Dirga all this time. There were no complaints from the beginning until now.

"All right," Mr. Danu refocused on the highway trying to drive his car safely.

So many Kanaya fantasies that appear when looking at magnificent buildings, especially when looking at a boutique. Imagine if one day he could have his own boutique and have several employees.

Being able to make good clothes and make the customers satisfied is very fun.

Will it be just wishful thinking?

Kanaya gasped, she must not have a thought that was too smart to fear that there would be a demon that made her heart become greedy.

"Astaghfirullah things 'azim," he said suddenly and made Mr. Danu confused himself.

"What's up, Miss. Is there a problem?" ask Danu who is astonished. How not, just now Kanaya was silent and there was no wind no rain directly beristighfar just weird.

"Hem! it's okay, sir," there's no way Kanaya will talk honestly about what she was thinking, maybe it'll come to Dirga later.

"Oh," Danu replied briefly but what was in his heart was not that short.

'What does Miss think, Is there something she wants but she is trying to hide?' his inner.

Kanaya's eyes saw the fruit shop on the side of the road by chance at home also there was absolutely no fruit because it was up.

"Sir, can you stop in front of the fruit seller for a second?" Kanaya intends to buy some fruit only. Who knows if he wants to eat it at home. There is also Muna.

"Well, miss," the car pulled over in front of the huge fruit vendor on the side of the road. Kanaya also went down immediately after.

Some kind of fruit Kanaya choose. Oranges, grapes, apples, guava and many others.

Actually for shopping like this Kanaya felt afraid even though the money had been given by Dirga and he could be free to use it but Kanaya still felt doubtful.

Dirga also said it was the living money for him, so everything was free he used. While for the monthly shopping money usually already Mr. Danu who holds it and always he who spends.

It was not that Dirga did not trust Kanaya for not giving up monthly spending money on Kanaya, but that she did because she did not want Kanaya's focus to be divided.

Two bags of Kanaya's white crackles get her in the car. The fresh fruits he had chosen and now it was time to go home.

"Do you still want to buy any more Miss?" ask Mr. Danu before running his car.

"No, Sir. Let's just go home" replied Kanaya. The car went straight after Kanaya asked.

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So busy Kanaya is now. It was late in the afternoon but Muna did not go home yet when soon they had to teach the children.

While waiting for Muna Kanaya to use the time to learn more about the lessons she had learned at her place of course. After he also fiddled with pictures.

His hands were so agile to scribble the blank paper that he had bought yesterday when he was with Dirga. Although in the place of the course all is available but at home Dirga also prepared everything.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am," turns out Muna just came home.

His face looks very shabby with steps also very slow as if he has no energy.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ma'am. Tumben just got home?" Kanaya stopped her activity observing Muna who had entered and got closer.

"Yes, there's an additional task. What else to do?" Muna approached and saw Kanaya's work that looked messy on the table.

The papers that Kanaya uses are only paper that is only unit and not book-shaped so it will look messy when placed irregularly.

"Wow, this is so beautiful Ma'am. Is this your own mother who made it?" Muna looks a little incredulous looking at all the pictures of Kanaya.

Can not be ragunan anymore, the results are very good and neat. Not like the picture of people who are just learning but looks at the picture of people who are already proficient in that field.

"He'em," just a small nod was also the thin smile that Kanaya let out.

"It's so incredible, Ma'am. Means it is suitable if you take a sewing course. Once you are proficient, you can make your own. Who knows, you could open your own business" said Muna.

"Amin," only amen can Kanaya say. In the deepest heart Kanaya also wanted that. You can have your own boutique.

"Hem, if Mbak is not a tailor, Mbak gini images can be money. It can be sold, Ma'am."

Kanaya was glued to silence, was it true that just drawing seemed like she could currently earn money? can it really be sold?

If it's true, he'll be easy to get money, right?

"That's it, Ma'am. Maybe I will save first who knows who can be made by myself," replied Kanaya. His eyes looked at all the papers that had been the design of the clothes that had landed in his mind and now had moved places.

"Whatever it is, keep the spirit? I'm sure one day you can make whatever you want."

Kanaya kept quiet but she kept listening. Maybe what Muna said was right, hopefully he can succeed with his own hands.

There was a doubt in Kanaya's heart, was it true that she could do all that?

Muna had gone into the bathroom by now but Kanaya was still silent and thinking about everything. Is that true?

Before long Muna came back out and Kanaya was still in the same place but was preparing to go teach the children.

"Mbak's still tired?"'ask Kanaya. Seeing the limp-looking Muna made him pity.

Muna had just come home and had to go to the mosque to teach the children for sure it was very tired.

"Yes, but it's okay. We are leaving now the children must be waiting," Muna as she walked.

Kanaya also immediately stood up leaving everything in front of her.

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