Single Parent But Virgin

Reason Search

After learning about Fimi's status, Dava always looks for reasons to meet her. Like today, with the reason of wanting to order a suit, the man came back to the boutique Klarisa. Fimi looks ordinary, the woman thinks that Dava as a new customer for her boutique, of course the woman treats Dava well as other customers.

"Can I order a suit like this here?" asked Dava when he was now in the boutique while presenting a paper bag containing a suit with a unique design.

"It should look like this, right? Or want to see our plans? It might be interested in one of our own," said Fimi while returning to keep the suit in a paper bag. Then invite Dava to see all the plans.

Of course the suit is just an excuse, because this is what the man actually wants both with the woman of his choice. "No matter what people say, I will try to get your heart, Fimi and Fir your little son" he murmured inwardly.

After arriving at the formal clothing place, Fimi showed some models of his design suit. "Please look around first, maybe one of them can attract attention." Fimi showed the thing to Dava.

"It was the owner who got my attention" said Dava, who was heard by Fimi.

"Why Mr Dava?" Fimi frowned when she heard the murmur that she thought was unclear.

"Come on call me Dava, or Mas or Brother, not sir!" sela Dava when she heard back she was called sir.

Fimi chuckles. "Sorry, the habit."

"Try again" said Dava.

"Welcome?"

"Callation."

"Oh, okay mm .. Dav .. Mas Dava only yes, I feel disrespectful to call names," said Fimi.

"okay." Dava smiled and chose the suit that the woman with the black blazer showed.

"Ah, good all could you please select, I'm confused." Dava.

Fimi simply nodded and began to choose a suit suitable for Dava. The beautiful-looking woman brought some suits for Dava to try. The man was carrying the suit that Fimi had given him. However, instead of going to the fitting room. Dava pulled Fimi's arm.

"Why, Mas?" Fimi frowned.

"Emh, it's just a suit, so try it here, can you help?" ask Dava carefully.

Fimi did not suspect anything of the tall man in front of her. The brown-eyed woman nodded and began to help Dava use one by one her chosen suit.

"Em ... This one doesn't fit?" Fimi put two fingers on her chin while looking at Dava, the other hand folded in front of her chest.

"Try this one!" Fimi reopened Dava's suit and replaced it with another model and color.

Meanwhile, Dava covered her lips withholding a smile, because without Fimi realizing it, Dava continued to watch the woman before him intensely.

"Well, it fits, it's great on the body, Mas Dava." Fimi smiled happily as she looked towards Dava until their gazes collided. This made Fimi startled and immediately turned her face away.

"Why?" dava whispered that made Fimi pull her body back. However, the woman did not want to be misunderstood, so she quickly became ordinary and asked about her suit. "How does Mr. Dava like this suit?" fimi is back formally.

"I prefer you," replied Dava who walked closer towards Fimi.

"If there is no more, let Nesa take care of Mr. Dava's order. Excuse me I still have work." Fimi immediately turned around and left Dava who was still smiling infuriatingly in Fimi's eyes.

"Interesting."

Fimi went straight into his study, there was Nesa who was focusing on her laptop.

"Nes, please take care of Mr. Dava's order." Fimi slammed her body on the chair.

"Why is that such a troubling face anyway?" Nesa got up from her seat and approached her superior who was also her best friend.

"Include me?" Nesa pointed at her own face.

"Yes." Yeah." Fimi answered with one word.

Nesa finally came out and closed the door quietly. After Fimi felt that Nesa had gone far from behind the door. The woman pressed the base of her nose.

"What the hell's met a couple of times already saying that, not funny." Fimi breathed a rough sigh.

"Sorry Mimi, Fir. Mimi promises to focus on Fir" Fimi murmured while looking at the photo of the son on her phone.

For about an hour Fimi kept quiet and looked at a picture of her son, until she finally saw his laptop and started working on something there. Her face was so serious, that even lunchtime the woman missed. Fimi's bad habit, always put off his lunch because if it's working, the woman will forget everything.

Until finally the sound of knocking on the door made him move. "Ish, I told you not to bother, why the hell?" he walked towards the door and opened it."I told you, I don't want to be bothered, Nesa." Fimi grumbled in annoyance without seeing who was in front of him.

"It's Mama, Mi." The middle-aged woman reached out to Fimi's ears.

"Eh, Mama ouch! Why come here?" Fimi held her ear that had been hit by the mother's jewel.

"What game? Now eat first, Mama can report you don't eat anymore." The middle-aged woman sat on the sofa and opened the bag containing the lunchbox.

"Eat first, you love Fir, but do not love yourself, if you are sick how?" Marina grumbled at her youngest daughter.

"Yes, yes, Fimi won't repeat." Fimi began to feed her favorite food. "Mm .. delicious, Mom."

"Fir, don't you come?" Fimi realized that her mother was alone in her shop.

"Fir was invited to play with Arya, he had been to the house he said from where it was, forgot to keep stopping by the house, uh Fir even asked to be invited to play," said Marina.

"That's a good reason, Ma. Know how rich Arya is," replied Fimi as she returned scooping her late lunch.

"Are you not the same as Arya?"

"Please Ma, don't start yet" said Fimi.

"When do you want to get rich? Mama is not young anymore" said the mother seriously.

"Fimi still wants to focus on Fir, Ma."

"If you marry, you can take care of Fir together, Fimi."

"Yes, but Fimi was afraid they wouldn't accept Fir. Fimi won't hurt Fir, Ma." Fimi placed her spoon in the lunchbox that was still half filled.

"They'll want to accept Fir, if you say from the beginning your status, son."

"Fimi's still traumatized, Ma. Moreover, to be made a second wife, amit-amit." Fimi knocked on the table alternately with her head.

"How about Mama find you a future husband, Fi?"

"What?"

Seriate

Happy Reading bestie

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