The Blooming Lotus

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This afternoon Rahma went to her subscription small boutique on Jalan Mawar Putih VI no.29 by driving her own Yaris car, about to pick up her order.

He had called Maisarah Bu as the owner of Angels Boutique to prepare other clothes for Wenie with the right size. Bu Maisarah chose a baby peach blouse stel with batik patterned lilit skirt that displays the impression of modern and feminine ethnicity.

When he arrived at the two-story house building, Rahma parked the car in the yard and went straight inside.

"Assalamallaikum, Jeng Mai," he said in greeting.

"Wallaikumsalam. Uh, have you arrived, Mom? Let's sit down first," welcome Maisarah ma'am while stopping her activities that are sketching the bride's kebaya design.

"Yes, thanks. Uh how, Jeng. Wenie's clothes are there, right?" asked Rahma after sitting in the chair.

"There's dong, Mom. Take it easy," he replied kindly, then turned his gaze away for a moment. "Mbak Ira, please make some cold orange juice for Ms. Rahma, yes," the boutique owner ordered an employee who was tidying up the display of branded bags in the front window.

"Good, Mom. Wait a minute," Ira nodded and immediately went to the pantry at the back of the boutique gallery room.

"Every night when you send photos via whatsapp, I immediately check the goods. Fortunately there is still stock and I have chosen the best we have," Maisarah said as she headed to the window of clothes that sparkled because of the light in the lights.

He took a blouse from a hanger wrapped in laundry plastic and a clear plastic package containing batik cloth folded neatly. Without a doubt, Rahma immediately agreed, he believed the choice of this designer would not be wrong.

"Great, Jeng," Rahma's mother stroked the clothes in her hands, feeling the subtlety of the materials with her fingers. "Sampeyan is smart, very understanding of my taste," he said sincerely.

"Ah, Ms. Rahma," the boutique owner smiled slightly. "I just try to choose the one that is roughly suitable for Wenie after seeing her picture. I hope you like it" he said humbly.

"Like. I like it, Jeng. Wenie must be pretty wearing this. She is the type of girl who is simple, never weird if grooming," welcome mom Rahma spirit. "Let me makeover her to the salon, so that it doesn't look dodgy anymore ..."

The boutique owner smiled happily knowing his customers were satisfied, "Then, has Ms Rahma prepared her shoes as well? I have some shoes here, you know," said Maisarah Bu offers.

"Oh yes ... Let me see first, Jeng. Which one will Wenie wear with this shirt?" mama Rahma replied.

Bu Maisarah walks to the left corner of the room which has an area of 6 x 15 m² followed by bu Rahma. There are special shelves as high as 120 cm to store a variety of party shoes, both low and high heels with a variety of beautiful models.

Ms. Rahma fell silent while observing one by one the ranks of sandals and party shoes in front of her. Maisarah grabbed a red box from the second shelf array and took out its contents, a pair of kitten heels with a sweet but inconspicuous silver peach. Looks in accordance with the stelan that has been selected earlier.

"Gee ... This is very beautiful, Jeng," said Rahma's mother amazed, she smiled widely. "fit. Perfect. Okay, I'll take this."

"Thank God that you feel fit" replied Maisarah Sumringah. "Let me pack up."

"Yes, Jeng. Please get wrapped up quickly, I can't wait to see Wenie wear this," said Rahma's mom as she followed Maisarah's mom to her desk.

There is already a glass of cold orange juice on order and a cup of latte that has lived half of it, belonging to Maisarah maam.

"Please drink first, Ms. Rahma," said Maisarah to her.

"Yes. Thank you very much, Jeng," he replied while sipping juice through a straw. Maisarah ma'am spends her latte.

"Geez, almost forgot," Maisarah patted her softly. "Mbak Ira, please get the robe of Ms. Rahma that you have dry clean yesterday. The payload's all done, right?" ask me about Ira.

"Yes. It's all over, Mom. For a moment, I picked it up, "Ira replied, nimbly taking the item in question and pulling a paper bag out of the drawer to wrap the clothes.

"This, Ma. Please check again what is lacking? Is everything in accordance with your wishes?" maisarah ma'am handed me a piece of robe Ira had brought.

A soft silk pastel-tuned caftan dress with wrinkle-accented sequin details and chest swarovski sprinkles.

"I tried it first, Jeng," said Ms. Rahma, she got up from her seat.

"Please, ma'am," the boutique owner politely pointed at the dressing room, letting in.

Then before long Ms. Rahma came out while bending and turning in front of a large mirror near the glass cabinet.

"Perfect," he marveled. "Jeng Mai is really smart to choose materials and design a game to my taste" he said.

Maisarah smiled happily, "Thank you for your trust in me. I hope you are satisfied with our service" he said politely.

After discussing some time and paying the bill with some money, Ms. Rahma went home with three paper bags, two of which would be given to Wenie as gifts.

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Silent no answer, busy playing online games on his mobile phone. Focus.

Nyaut oii, hape only seen ...

"uh? So you want another vacation?" ask the boss three seconds later to confirm the employee's question. "Tomorrow is Sunday, you know. The store must be crowded."

"Yes, I know, Da. Another week is no longer a holiday, just this once. Yeah, yeah, huh?" Wenie put on a puffy face.

Then his boss fell silent again, refocused on his phone. I heard a slow breath, "OK. You can take the day off" he glanced at his watch. "It's almost seven o'clock in the evening, quickly close the shop! We're home."

Hooray ... From the cake, boss!

Wenie and Eri laughed happily. It's Sunday night, they should enjoy it. Moreover, Wenie had promised to treat him if Eri managed to help him talk to the boss.

They plan to eat meatballs at a grocery store after returning home from work.

A common habit when someone comes home from work with his partner is to eat.

So did Wenie and Eri, they walked into a kilo pastry shop selling snacks & candy to buy a few packs of chips. As if not afraid of fat, they devoured anything without abstaining.

The two friends agreed to celebrate a beautiful weekend night even though it was actually a bit overcast. Towards the end of this year the rainy season has not really fallen perfectly since the beginning of the month, the temperature still tends to be hot.

Upon arrival at his subscription 'Source of Blessing' meatball stall, Wenie invited Eri to sit in a chair a bit too tight to be close to a large fan on the ceiling. Take a menu list, take a moment while thinking what to order.

"Bang!" Wenie exclaimed as she waved her hand. The atmosphere is crowded with customers who are enjoying their menu of choice.

"I ordered meatballs mixed with iced tea one yes. What do you want to order, Ri?" he said to a servant who approached while questioning Eri.

"I want chicken noodles with meatballs, yeah, bang. Just drink some young coconut ice" Eri said.

"okay, non. Awaiting yes," said the waiter while noting the order.

"Oh yeah, bang. Don't forget to wear a coat?" wenie's pinta on the quickly nodding servant.

They chatted while waiting for the order to come, chewing on a pack of spicy prawn crackers on the table that would be counted all over paying later. Not until about ten minutes later meatballs and chicken noodles and drinks arrived.

"Because ... Don't do much, Wen. Later your stomach hurts," said Eri, stunned to see Wenie pour a sauce and sambal quite a lot in her bowl.

"So not much yet, Ri. If there is I want to chew cayenne instead," Wenie replied with a grin.

Eri rolled her eyes lazily, "Cabai again expensive kelees ... Why the hell, same chili kok doko?"

"Healthy heart know," said Wenie casually. "Just try, let's not be curious," he began stirring meatballs in a bowl that looked creepy in Eri's eyes because it was bright red by the sauce and sambal.

"Okay, thank you," said Eri to raise his shoulders. "Later if my own stomach pain is complicated," he argued.

He prefers to pour a little sausage and soy sauce without sambal into his bowl as usual. Wenie simply smiled as she continued to enjoy her food regardless of Eri's sneers.

Time shows at nine past fifteen minutes. It is certain that no angkot will pass again. Eri proposes that he stay at his boarding house not far from the mall, but Wenie refuses.

He chose to order an ojek online only to arrive home soon, afraid that the mother would worry about him.

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*doko (betawi language totok) \= doyan.