The Children's Story 17

Nesyria

The gloomy afternoon. And it was visible from the two faces facing each other. One was a large tall man with the appearance of a thug, while the other was a small girl with a pale and tired face.

“Not that I want to be cruel to you, Nesya. Honestly, I've been trying to help you by asking for the resignation you really need. But you know for yourself how Mr. Roland. He could not at all dwell on his wife,” grumbled Hendro with a raucous voice.

Nesya. He took a long, weak breath. “So my time is only two days away?”

“I'm sorry, Nes. If only I could help..”.

“Not a problem, bang. Maybe it's time I let go of all this.” Nesya said trying hard by displaying a very forced smile.

“Poor, you, Nes. Since your parents died.”.

“Already, bang. It has nothing to do with it. I've been trying my best. If indeed I have to leave here, it must have been the way.”

“You'll move, Nes?” asked Hendro for certainty.

“Seeing from the situation I am currently facing.. yes.”.

“Where?”

“I don't know yet, bang.”

“Begin' it, Nes. I'll help you find a place that fits your budget, okay?”

Nesya smile. “I don't want to trouble you, bang. Let me seek it myself. You probably don't know what my taste is like.”

“Telah. But you don't forget to tell me if you're really going to move out of here.”

“Iya. Sure, bang.”

Hendro smiled. After giving a letter sent by his boss, the man who works as a ‘pukang pam’ then passed. Leaving Nesya who immediately leaned against the wall. His head felt very dizzy, and he almost fell down if only someone did not immediately catch his body.

“Hey...you're okay, miss?” asked the man trying to help Nesya stand up perfectly.

Nesya immediately opened her eyes, and normalized her way of thinking. “I.iya.iya.i am fine. Thank you.”

“Ya, equally.” The man looked at Nesya closely. “You sure you're okay? You are very pale, I see.”

Nesya was sure that what the man before her said was indeed true. At that time he must have looked very pale. Not only because it is the color of his skin since birth, but plus lately it is difficult to eat. His energy and mind were focused on his buttons only.

“I'm fine, kok,” said Nesya smiling.

The gentleman in front of him smiled. “Good. Can I come in?”

“Log?” ask Nesya begong.

“Iya. Sign in. Or is this boutique closed?”

Nesya just woke up. Sure was! How could he possibly forget that he was in his boutique right now. Oh, geez!

“Oh.i. Please login.” He said quickly while grinning.

The man, who was in his thirties, immediately followed Nesya into his boutique. Just like a clothing store, Nesya boutiques sell women's clothing in a variety of fashions and sizes. In just a few minutes, the man who had over and over looked very handsome in Nesya's eyes, had chosen some expensive ladies dresses, which made Nesya distrustful.

“Hm... is this one also true?” tanyanya gulped.

“Iya.”

“This is the eighth dress, Mas.” Nesya reminded. He was still not sure if it was true that the man who was looking through the contents of his shop really wanted to buy his clothes.

“Iya. Do you accept payment by credit card?”

The man smiled. “Good. I pay now. And all of his clothes can be used as a courier service, right?”

“I..iya.” Nesya replied still in disbelief. Even after his hand had completely swiped the man's credit card on his authority machine, and then printed a digital number that was not small, Nesya still felt like a dream.

“You okay?” asked the man flicking his fingers in front of Nesya's face. The girl was surprised and smiled.

“Iya, I'm fine.” Answer Nesya quickly. In his heart he shouted that he had just decided to move and look for a cheaper store, because his clothes could be said to not sell. Then suddenly came this man...What is his name?

“Can I write his name and address?” ask Nesya quickly.

“This is my business card.” The man answered, giving his card. Nesya immediately wrote the man's name. Nathan Wolf's. What a great name, according to Nesya. And this man had bought his clothes for a total amount of almost twenty-five million. That means, he will be able to pay the delinquent rent of his shop so that he does not need to move elsewhere.

“Good.” Nesya smiled happily. “Needles will be shipped tomorrow, early in the morning.”

The man named Nathan smiled and nodded. “Thank you very much. May I know your name?”

“Nese. New Arsinta.”

“Good name. Alright. I'm sorry to go home.”

Not five minutes after the man named Nathan came out of his shop, Nesya back in joy. He stared at the photo of his father and mother attached to the wall. “Dad! Mama! It must be thanks to your blessing too. I can finally survive here, just like you guys have been doing all along. Thank you!” said laugh..

*

One week has passed. Nesya's confidence again soared as she was able to pay the delinquent store credit that must be paid to the previous store owner. When the store was still managed by his mother, they were still tenants. But when both of his parents died in a tragic accident, the store fell into the hands of Nesya and it turns out that the store owner wanted the store bought by credit. That's what makes Nesya have to turn her head around so that the clothes she imports mostly from abroad can be sold out so that she can pay off the store according to time. So when a man named Nathan came and bought so many women's dresses in his shop, his hope re-bloomed to still get a store that has many memories with his parents.

“Halo, New.” Say a voice, when the girl was arranging some mannequins that she had worn new clothes.

“Oh, hello, Mas Nathan. Please come in,” welcome Nesya with a big smile. This is Nathan's fifth visit in five months. The man, always comes every young date, every month. And each visit, she would buy about seven to ten of Nesya's latest dresses and get paid by credit card. Nathan is a man who doesn't talk much. His demeanor was very calm, dignified as a young executive, his appearance was always neat, and his face was getting more and more attractive. Nesya had to shift her eyes often, for the sake of not looking directly at the man.

“It's somewhat different model.” Nathan muttered commenting on a dress whose mannequin stood somewhat hidden in a corner of the store.

“Oh, that.I myself designed it. Still trying,” answered Nesya a bit embarrassed.

Nathan scrunched his forehead. “Isn't the model very good? Why hidden?”

Nesya smiled with a reddened face. “No, ah. The model feels foreign and very strange. I'm ashamed to compose his mannequin in front.”

“Ck!” Nathan disagreed. “That means you don't know your abilities at all, huh? If I think the dress is very nice and I'll take it.”

Nesya perked for a moment. “A..what?”

“Enter into my youth list. Whatever price!” nathan said as he pulled out his credit card.

“Ta..but I don't know how much it costs..” said Nesya gulped.

“How much do you charge to make it?”

“About two million..”

“Then, you can price five million.”

“Cannot be!” nesya said in disbelief. His strange-looking clothes with details that people might not have seen before, could cost five million?

“Terlarah. Maybe you want to appreciate it six or seven million, I don't care. I keep buying it,” Nathan said calmly.

“No. I mean.. This dress... Doesn't deserve such a high price.” explains Nesya fast.

“You must not amaze me, Nesya. This dress you made is very attractive, and you don't agree with such a fair price? Whatever. But I want you to make it again for next month.”