Shizuka Steady Chick

Bamboo Owned

"I think you're still listening to my words. There's no point in continuing this Zee."

"My brother taught me to work hard. Is it possible that I should just be lazy?" Zeexsa murmurs fold plain white fabric.

"When you bother so, we just go from this village. We're heading to Medan aja Zee."

"What did you say Debi? Wouldn't life there be hard again? Big cities are expensive and cost of living."

"Stttt! Shut your brother back."

"Have you finished with Zee?"

"Already brother. Oh yeah how about the clothes we sell today? Is there a bad comment? I'm sure the dress design that you made sure to get a nice applause and smile. Isn't that right, brother?"

"Does the clothing store that received your order receive it with air or just pity?" Debi stared at the plastic bag that Shizuka was holding.

"Stop second-guessing what's going on. Now we have to work even harder because we're flooded with orders" Shizuka laughed happily.

"Alhamdulillah brother. I don't believe what my sister said. After everything that happened, we finally made it through this."

Shizuka embraced Zeexsa with her unstoppable tears again while rubbing her sister's shoulders. Fifteen years old he was friends with the world of design. all those years he spent his time together with his sister in creating attractive Islamic women's clothing.

A mother's heart takes care of her child. That's what Shizuka gave her step-sister. They organize their lives with persistence that was initially just fear. Now they both smiled at the situation they received.

"Congratulations! I did not expect you who only live alone in this bamboo booth with simple fabrics, old sewing machines, and thin funds can get your little dreams. This is not a house in my opinion. It's like a,..."

"Sorry Debi. We are busy now. If you keep talking about something that is not important. You better help us because the order has increased rapidly. Valuable time! We should use our time, right? Not in vain for today."

"Sister Shizuka is right. What can I do for you, brother?"

Sepi is trapped in the succum room. After today until tomorrow there is no fatigue that resists determination. Along the drops of love that continue to corner pessimism. That is probably the meaning of their struggle. Keep embroidering without pause. While sleeping, Shizuka often imagines the model of the clothes he wants to paint.

The shadows of the clothes danced at the bottom of his memory. Together with dark that night he also devised a plan that was increasingly present in plain sight. Every time he closed the curtain of his dream, he remembered a beautiful kiss a few years ago.

The warm kiss was as if it was impregnating and would not fade. Right on his forehead his lips landed. In a small, almost collapsed room he heard his name called. It was a bright morning. The sound of nature also sings. His happiness is unforgettable. A little mixed with the whimpering melody. Nine o'clock in the morning was a bad time for him. His mother was dragged away by force. Her tears washed her face.

"Yes this is an event." Shizuka stared at Zee.

"Sister!" zee said astonished.

"What did you think? Now we're gonna make that outfit how's sis?" Said Zee again.

"You've drawn this pattern of clothes first, Zee."

"This is good, brother. When is sister design? I didn't see you draw these clothes today."

"Oh no! It was Zee's fault. It could be broken."

"What's wrong? This fits the picture."

"Debi you're here. You want to help, right?"

"Yes. What can I help you with. But don't be that hard because I've never sewed."

"Schoolers will be here soon. So you measure waist circumference, hand length, and others. Here you can see everything that has to be measured in this book."

"OKAY. If it's about measuring I know. It's straightforward. Oh, the woman or the man who came here?"

"Female! We're specifically sewing clothes for girls." Answer Zee spryly.

***

Haikal along with other employees showed a best designer according to their version. The manager of the company sat with both feet on the table. He scratched his head like he didn't want to see all the pictures on his desk. Then he grumbled as he stared at some files on his desk.

The room for a moment looked like it was going to be quiet. It was so quiet and moving because the manager of the company lowered his head with tears coming out from one eye. Haikal stepped forward a little hesitatingly so. He began to dare to ask his manager. While the other employees stared at each other in wonder at the courage of Haikal who approached their manager.

"Sorry sir. Mister,..."

The speech came to a halt instantly when one of his manager's right hands hinted not to disturb him. Haikal nodded and stepped back in line with the other employees. They kept quiet watching their manager.

"I don't want to waste time looking at all your options about the best designer or an expert in designing clothes. But I appreciate your effort. So that this time is not wasted. Just tell me right away and think about whether you are confident in the talent of the people you choose to advance our company? If you're sure, go ahead and tell me whose choice you are."

Everyone is silent. The manager got up from his chair. He stared one by one at the faces of his employees. The employees are becoming more afraid. They kept their mouths shut. As if I was afraid of speaking wrongly.

"You Haikal please tell me are you sure of your choice? I ask you all to look for people who are talented in art. Art pictures."

"Sir, I'm sure my choice is the same. But I also don't want to say my choice is right because he's still a beginner pack in the fashion section."

"Tell me what's his name?"

Haikal took a deep breath and said about his choice. Everyone became more silent because they did not know the fashion designer. And so does his manager. Some other employees also do not believe in Haikal speech that recommends beginners in designing clothes for their company.

"What's his name?" Ask the manager again in disbelief.

"Shizuka sir."

"You sure?"

Haikal smiled as he nodded. The other employees broke up after the manager closed a discussion about choosing a female fashion designer. They all seemed to be mocking Haikal because his choice was considered bad. While his manager began to read the biodata from Shizuka recommended by Haikal.