The Children's Story 17
Nathan
Nesya could only be flabbergasted. In her mind, she had already kept so many models of dresses that had been neatly stored in the corner of her wishful thinking. If a Nathan who always buys expensive dresses really wants his clothes, it means his work is worth selling. And that makes him very happy.
That's finally. Along with Nesya's confidence that developed rapidly, in the sixth month of Nathan's visit, the girl had dared to show some models of his made dress. Everything consisted of a party dress, a dinner dress, and some models for casual wear. All of that was done by Nesya with an overflowing spirit, until the results became extraordinary. Hm.excellent according to its regulars, he means.
“Excellent!” praise Nathan when you see the dresses Nesya design results that all look amazing. “You are talented. I took everything.”
“A...what?”
Nathan smiled. “You don't believe, huh?”
“Iya.”
“Trust. And I want you to make it again for next month. But I want you to make one of the most special of all your creations,’ Nathan smiled.
“I...” Nesya looks happy but hesitant. “I don't know if I can afford.”
“You can certainly afford. I believe it.” Nathan touched Nesya's shoulder, and the girl felt a warm stream coming through her skin. How astonishing. It was Nathan's first touch to himself, after his first encounter, when the man caught his nearly collapsed body.
Nesya now finds herself different from before. As she again swung the tweezers between her fingers on the paper, trying to create a special party dress model, she felt a strange sensation. His heart is so happy. His soul was carefree and all of it looked beautiful in his eyes. Many times he tried to think of other things, but the deeper he imagined Nathan's face. Very interesting face. With lines of face that are carved. His eyes were sharp and shady. His nose is high. His mouth that seemed to always be serenaded, making Nesya unable to get rid of him from his memory. At all times, Nathan's shadow approaches him, and overwhelms his soul.
“You're in love, Nes?” reprimand Hendro at some point. He deliberately came to see the state of the girl. But throughout these twenty minutes, Nesya always talked about a customer named Nathan.
“What? I'm in love?” ask Nesya in shock.
“Iya. You were just talking about a man named Nathan. Who has become your regular customer. You're not interested in talking about anything else anymore.”
Nesya smile. “I just feel lately like coming back to life, bang. Thanks to him I can pay my shop.” installments
“Hm! Your eyes must have been covered by that handsome face. But did it ever occur to you why she always buys your dresses?” gerutu Hendro's jealous. Actually he had long liked Nesya, the curly-haired girl who always looked sweet even in any circumstances. Hence the moment he started to get sultry seeing Nesya start to pay attention to others.
“Means?” nesya asked not to understand. “Do I have to know what she bought all my dresses for? Do I have to ask her? What am I really? The nosy?”
Hendro shakes. “I mean not like that. At least, you're making small talk about why she buys so many dresses every month. And everything is expensive. Is it for resale? Or for what?”
Nesya. “Sorry, bang. I don't want to know my own customer's business.”
“i wonder to see you, Nesya. Don't you like him? Why aren't you curious?” gerutu Hendro shook his head. “Be careful, Nes. I'm afraid this handsome customer of yours is a..”.
Nesya looked at Hendro with threatening eyes, “Someone what?”
Nesya heard it and felt very angry. Hendro had considered him as his own brother, and he knew that actually Hendro wanted more than that. Hence he was jealous to see Nesya paying attention to another man and not her. To the extent that Hendro was able to think as far and as neatly as that towards Nathan.
“Sickness of soul how?” rfor Nesya is upset.
“Halo, New!” suddenly a person who began to miss, was heard from the door of his shop. Nesya immediately smiled broadly, as Nathan walked in and began to choose the dresses she wanted to buy.
Then somehow, Hendro said, vaguely began to disturb his mind. Over time he began to acknowledge Hendro's reasonable words. During these seven months, Nathan had always come alone, bought women's dresses, and never told him why. Hendro's right. He had to ask, although he did not have to get a detailed answer. At least, he knew the slightest reason Nathan bought the clothes.
“Hm...Mas Nathan doesn't mind if I ask you something?” nesya asked a little. For some reason, his heart felt strange, as his desire to ask grew stronger.
“Of course. What do you want to know?” welcome Nathan to calm down.
Nesya gulped, trying to calm down. “Hm... may I know for whom exactly are the dresses that Mas Nathan bought during this time?”
Nathan smiled. “Finally you asked too,” said Nathan lightly.
“Hah?” Nesya was astonished by Nathan's response to her question. Half-dead he tried to calm his heart beat in order to be able to ask in a calm state. But Nathan answered only very lightly and casually.
“Iya, Mas. Sorry if I was so nosy. I'm just.hm, just curious. Not meant otherwise, kok.” Obviously Nesya is fast.
“Alright if you want to know. I bought those dresses for my wife!” replied Nathan.
Degh's!
It felt like being hit by a hammer, Nesya's heart had stopped beating, for a moment. Nathan bought his dresses for his wife. Nathan already has a wife! Instantly, a slight feeling of pain flowed in Nesya's bloodstream. But the girl immediately got rid of the inappropriate feelings, and tried to smile.
“Oh, so. But why did Mas Nathan's wife never come here to choose her own dress?” nesya asked hard, trying to be heartened, that whatever he felt at this time was common. A girl falls in love with a man, it is ordinary. And of course what if the man already has a partner, the girl willingly harbored his feelings, and backed away without having to be known by the man. And this is what Nesya is doing. Harboring feelings with a smile.
Nathan smiled faintly while taking a heavy breath. “She hurts.”
And Nesya did not need to ask any more. From that short answer alone, he was able to convince himself that Nathan's wife must be very sick so that she could not afford to buy her own clothes. So Nesya did not continue the question.
“Hm, I'm sorry if my question..”.
“It's okay, Nesya. You deserve to ask. Considering I've been seven months buying so many women's dresses, all alone. Anyone would be curious. And at least, it would be certain whether I would resell it, or to give it to someone. I'm surprised, because you've been able to hold on all this time not asking me. It turns out you're not a curious person, huh?”
