Single Parent But Virgin

Boutique Clarisa

"Assalamu'alaikum." There was a baritone sound coming from the door of Riri's house. The woman who was busy cleaning the toys of her two sons and daughters also moved and headed forward.

When the woman who was still beautiful opened the object in front of her, her sister-in-law was standing there. 

"Caivan? Tumben alone where's papi sama mami?" riri asked as she tilted her head in the other direction.

"Ish, nothing, brother. This is what Bang Kavin told me to do." The tall man gave the paper bag to the older brother and then went inside and sat on the sofa. The name 'Butik Klarisa' is on the paper bag.

"Oh, yes thank you, this is Sera's shirt, tomorrow she plays here. How do you work okay, right?" Riri explained and asked about the new status of his sister-in-law who had worked in the company of the papi.

"Hands Bang Kavin's cooperation, Brother. A lot of laughs, work at the company papi play laptop mulu dizzy me," replied the tall man who covered his face with a sofa pillow.

"Ish, work anywhere is the same, Kai. Why are you here this morning?" Riri seems to have just realized that now is working hours.

"Yes, I had permission earlier with Bang Dava, wanted to go to where Bang Kavin used to be, uh even told to take clothes," replied Kaivan with the same position.

"It's okay, it's good so you don't have to go to the boutique." Riri chuckled amusedly at the sight of his sister-in-law who now looks grown.

"Oh yeah, Ale's just like Aksa's still in school, huh?" Kaivan kept the sofa cushion on his face into place, then confirmed his sitting position to be upright.

"Yes, why?" Riri looked over while cleaning the table.

"Let me pick you up, yeah. Now I want to have some food first, Riri must have cooked, right?"

"Udah dong sana gih to the kitchen, ask Bi Sumi, let him all nyiapin. Brother wants to settle this first." Riri said without looking at her sister-in-law.

Finally, Kaivan moved from his seat to the kitchen. The man is already ordinary if stopping by the brother's house, must immediately ask for food rations or just snacking.

The man had only returned after an hour in the house of his brother.

A few days later, Fimi looks busy designing some clothes for Pramudya's office. The shop was built with my sister. However, having just stood for about a year, the elder brother left for eternity. So Fimi also pioneered the boutique himself and gave the name Klarisa, his long name made by the brother.

"Nes, you can order lunch, please" Fimi told his assistant who is also his best friend.

"Okay, what do you want to eat today, boss?" answered Nesa while stretching her muscles that felt stiff because all day helped make plans and of course sitting in a chair for hours.

"It's normal" Fimi replied without looking.

"Nasi padang deh yes, do not eat mulu chicken noodles, Fi. I'd like to use this rendang rice again" suggested Nesa.

"Yes what is important to eat, do not forget to sambelnya muchin ya," said Fimi.

"okay." Nesa passed from the room. 

Now Fimi is alone still struggling with the tab. That woman, really loves her job. Especially at this time, he had full responsibility to his little son, Firdaus Iskandar.

"If you were still there, I wouldn't be able to be like this, I would still be spoiled" he murmured while looking at a photo of the woman sitting on the sofa with him.

"Thank you for everything, brother. I love big brother." The woman smelled the photo.

Not long after, Nesa had already returned with two plates in her hands.

"Eat first, Fi. Let's be strong in reality" he said with a funny face. Fimi throws a sofa cushion at Nesa.

"Ish, really, thankfully the plate didn't fall off" he said as he prepared their lunch at the table.

Fimi approached her best friend and sat down on the sofa. The beautiful woman who was clipping her hair began to feed her food.

"Sst." Fimi just stuck one of her index fingers on her lips.

The woman did not like to eat while chatting, she always said spend the meal first and then we can talk as much as possible. In addition to ethics as well, because Fimi feels that eating should be enjoyed and also not make the activity become long, so we do not waste time.

Nesa simply nodded, the woman forgot the habits of her superior. It's true, the habit makes Fimi never waste time just to eat. If the meal was over, they would talk for a while and then go back to work. So that the button is advancing rapidly.

About fifteen minutes, the two had already finished their lunch. Both of them are still sitting in the same place.

"How's Fir doing? I don't know the same boy," asked Nesa impatiently.

"Alhamdulillah, he is good, healthy and more active. I also haven't picked him up in a long time, the day after tomorrow at the weekend." Fimi replied while leaning her body against the sofa.

"Gue follow ya," said Nesa enthusiastically.

"Okay, but finish all our work okay!" Fimi forms the letter O with both fingers.

Both are busy with their jobs. 

"Eh, this Nes we made that dress for all his employees?" Fimi asked after one of his plans was completed.

"He said yes, but it's really good to make so many employees," replied Nesa.

"Maybe a reward because they work hard for the company" he added. Fimi just nodded her head.

"Oh, yes, the order of Ms. Arisha was taken a few days ago." Nesa remembered something.

"Oh yeah, good, hopefully always like. His twins are in the same school as Fir." Fimi recalls her first meeting with Arisha at school. Women are graceful and also friendly.

"Yes I know, twin boys are girls, right. I want marriage to also have twins so, exciting times yes," said Nesa while looking at the window.

"Then find a girlfriend there!" Fimi flicked her hand in front of Nesa's face.

"I'm not praying, Fi." Nesa brushed off Fimi's hand.

"If I sedikasihnya deh, where anyone wants to be the same single parent rich me," said Fimi resigned.

"Don't do that, you know not single parents but their charms are faster than virgin children, let alone the wife of a beuh!" A pillow floated right on Nesa's face.

"Ish, Fi really knows," nagged Nesa.

"No."

"What age did you marry? Where's Fir's dad going?" Nesa finally asked about the personal side of his best friend who he had been quieting for a long time.

"Gue ... papa Fir died when Fir was 1 year old ...." Fimi did not continue when her phone suddenly rang.

"Yes, what?"

Seriate...

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