Sharing Love: My Preferred Husband

Gradually

Adwi decided to stop working as a college student. He helped sell donuts with his motorbike. Now he also planted his garden in another village with cassava plants.

Early Laila selling cassava chips because in the garden next to her house there are cassava plants, and now Adwi multiply more cassava plants so that Laila does not need to spend a lot of capital.

"Nih Ila, the sale of Mr. But not the donuts, only 2 more." Adwi came home in the afternoon, he handed the money to Laila.

Laila also calculated it, recorded it carefully to make it look profit and loss. Accounting child like Laila is certainly good at managing financial affairs in business, not in vain Laila entered the accounting department.

Laila cassava chips business is still run independently. Cassava beside the house is up, Laila does not want to spend a lot of capital, but he also does not want to stop his cassava business to wait for freshly planted cassava to bear fruit. He also bought to his grandfather who was his father Adwi, of course at a cheaper price.

"Sir, how do we open the factory? Many people who nawarin make pajalin our cassava chips to stalls. Later also certainly many who want to help wrap the cassava chips."

Laila so imagine if he has a factory like a cracker factory in his village. During this time Laila only tried her cassava chips to several stalls near her home. If the intention, he will try it out to the entire stall, but instead the sustenance comes to him alone.

"Where's the capital? Do you have any?" Ask Adwi.

"Bapak, not that big factory. Like a saung aja, the important thing can be made to fry chips."

"Fry chips at home. We have a kitchen 2."

"Hm.. Mister.."

Laila also increased the production of chips after it was ascertained anyone who would try it. Laila makes her own labels, she has a laptop and also a printing machine. For now, Laila and her sisters are wrapping chips, putting one by one the label and gluing them manually with the heat of the candle flame.

Fatigued as well. One bal, two bales, and so on until it is finally ready to be peddled. Ali, his friend Laila when SD who is experienced in trying things to stalls, came to take Laila chips.

"Well, what I think is absolutely true." Said Ali looking at Laila's chips. The chips are not sliced thin and round, but long like mustofa potatoes. Laila does love chips like that.

"Haha, Aamiin Li, thank you for helping me, I hope you come here again." Laila smiled, she hoped the trade would sell.

"Ekhem. So you want to see me again?" Ali was misunderstood.

"That's not what it means, let you sell me some chips again." Laila clarifies.

"Well, you want me here again." Ali won't lose.

"You ah, Ali's bummer!"

Laila was lazy to serve Ali, he immediately went back into his house. It's not just Ali who is selling Laila. Ali's friends who are still one village and older than him also helped to try. So there are 2 people for the time being.

Seeing Ali, the laila recalled, as her savings book SD went into the sewer and Ali went down to pick it up. Though the gutter was quite deep, Laila also did not expect her savings book back, she felt disgusted and could buy again.