Sharing Love: Second Wife

Unilateral Cancellation

The next day Vika decides to beat her shyness and chooses to go to the boutique. After all Vincent's daily needs were ready, he held his little baby. Slowly he stepped down the deserted complex streets.

The boutique atmosphere looks quiet from the outside, not as usual. In previous days, at this hour the boutique yard was neatly lined with employee motorcycles. This time there are only two motorcycles parked, owned by Nola and Aunt Riri.

"Morning, Nola," said Vika.

"Morning too, Brother. Hi hotshot! Yuk, come with auntie!" said Nola while taking over Vincent's tiny body.

"They're really on strike?"

"Yes .. it seems so, Brother," replied Nola while teasing Vincent.

"Well, we work with people. While receiving orders with a rather long deadline," said Vika.

"Yes, Brother. But the problem is there are some orders that have to be completed this week as well" Nola explained.

"We're working on Aunt Riri, I can also help with some production work" said Vika.

"Good, Brother."

From that day on, Aunt Riri worked late into the night. Her husband had protested, but after being given an understanding he was finally granted permission to overtime. With the record, Aunt Riri should be discharged no later than nine at night.

A week the four of them worked like ponies. Tiredness pays off when all customers are satisfied. Some of them even give money tips.

"Thank God, finish on time everything," said Vika relieved.

"Yes, thank God" said Vika.

"Riri, thank you for continuing to survive" said Ms. Lasmi while holding the hand of Aunt Riri.

"Yes, Vika doesn't know what she's going to be without Auntie!" exclaim Vika.

"Together, I also get a very decent payment for this," said Aunt Riri.

While being engrossed in chatting, suddenly came a woman with clothes that look striking. He slammed the door and folded his arms in front of his chest.

"Where's the dress I ordered!" his yell.

"Sorry, whose mother?" ask Vika manners.

"I ordered a dress on behalf of Lucas!" exclaim that woman.

"Lho! Even two months later I had no news and could not be contacted. The address you gave me was also a fake address!" exclaim Vika.

"I want that dress now!"

"It's not there," said Vika flat.

"What!"

"Please go," put Vika out.

"Remember this! I'll make sure your boutique's reputation is ruined in a moment!" exclaimed the woman while pointing at Vika with her index finger.

"I'm not afraid!" challenge Vika.

The woman then passed out of the boutique and slammed the door rudely. Ms. Lasmi approached Vika, grabbed her daughter's arm and hugged her.

"Oh, it's okay. What you did was right. Everything will be fine" said Miss Lasmi to calm Vika. He knew his granddaughter's mother's feelings were muddled.

Vika tried to catch her breath so that her mind calmed down. After feeling calm he released himself from the arms of Miss Lasmi.

"Thank you, Mom." Vika smiled faintly.

Ms. Lasmi just nodded in response to the thank you from her daughter. Aunt Riri and Nola say goodbye. As soon as the two men got home, Vika started to clean up Vincent's gear. While Miss Lasmi holds her granddaughter and steps out of the boutique first.

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"It seems that the woman said it was not just a bluff," said Nola.

Ever since the mysterious woman came one month ago, absolutely no buyers have come to the boutique. Even their previous clients, suddenly canceled their orders. It made Vika's mind messed up.

A week ago Aunt Riri was forced to be temporarily dismissed because Vika was unable to pay her wages. Only Nola is willing to work without pay even though Vika has banned. He said there was another income from clients who asked for designs online.

"Then how does this boutique go?" ask Nola.

"Let's know, I don't know what to do anymore" Vika said in a weak voice.

His brain was dead this time. The boutique he had just pioneered had not existed for a year, suddenly collapsing when it was almost at its peak. While pensive, a problem arises again.

Ci Lulu suddenly came over to Nola and Vika. From the outside a smile puffed up on his lips.

"Morning, Ci. How are you?" greet Vika.

"Well, can I have a little chat?" ci Lulu asked with a smile.

"Come, Ci. Please sit down," take Vika.

The three women are now sitting on a sofa used to talk to clients. Ci Lulu reached into her bag then took out a small envelope that looked thick from the outside.

"What's this?" ask Vika.

"Sorry, Vik. Cici has to cancel the contract for this building" said Ci Lulu with a slightly hesitant face.

"Why Ci? Is the rent less?" ask Vika.

"My son wants to use it for the house to stay" said Ci Lulu.

"But .. Suppose you can rent at double the cost, I'll consider it." Ci Lulu smiled meaningfully.

"So isn't the point, my rent is less?" said Vika coldly.

"The point isn't that, because my son needs a home. If you can rent double it, I just add a little for the down payment on home loans," explained Ci Lulu.

Vika exhaled a rough breath. He has no other way. Finally, he decided to close the button.

"good. Give me three days to vacate this house, Ci."

"Okay, in three days I'll be back to get the keys."

After Ci Lulu leaves, Vika lays her body on the sofa. Nola who had been silent when Ci Lulu came, now began to make a sound.

"Sir, are you sure you want to close the boutique?"

"Hm, there's no other choice. I'm sorry I can't continue this relationship anymore. I'm so grateful that so far you've helped make my little boutique thrive." Vika is now sitting while holding Nola's hand.

Nola's eyes began to glaze over. He was sad because he could not fight for the boutique.

"Sorry, Brother. This time I couldn't help anything" Nola said.

"No, your help has meant so much to me and this boutique. I hope someday I can work with you again." Vika now hugs Nola's body which she already considers like her own sister.

"I'll call you often, brother." Nola is now out of Vika's arms.

Nola began to clean up her study and pack up all her belongings. When she finished, she said goodbye to Vika.

"Sir, Nola goes first huh?" pamit Nola's.

"Be careful on the road" said Vika.

As soon as Nola left, she circulated her gaze to her now silent boutique. Some of the dresses are still stored in the glass cabinet because they were not picked up by the master. Some half-finished new dresses look pretty attached to mannequins.

Vika fell back, now her tears began to drip. He no longer had the power to block it because he pretended to be strong. It sounds so slashing. His entire grief was spilled that day as well. He hoped the tears could lighten his burden a little at this time.

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