The Hugger Heart

NEW BUSYNESS

'Kids.later father came home, Let's take a bath first everything. Who would want to kiss my father with a shower." I said as I surrounded the room where the children were playing.

Mas and brother are in the guest room, engrossed in struggling with a three-striped cat that is considered a pet at home. I do not allow a cat to be kept in the house, if only given to eat in front of the house, playfully and he sleeps in front of the house then it is permissible.

While brother and A'a were busy playing in the back yard, one was busy climbing a mango tree, and one was engrossed in playing land making paths for games of mounds and cars.

Aisyah is busy playing with her dolls at the back. Arrange dolls from the big to the smallest. Arrangement was waiting in line to be fed and given a drink by Aisyah.

I myself still turn on the stove and finish cooking vegetable soup, sprinkling slices of celery leaves and chives after finishing frying chicken and tofu. Prepare to arrange it at the dining table for the children to eat after an afternoon bath.

Without lingering one by one the children queue for a bath. Even Aisyah had arranged the clothes she would wear after bathing later. Aisyah was used to choosing her own clothes from the closet, arranging them on the mattress and waiting for the shower queue.

The longing with his father makes the children eager to bathe in an orderly manner. Usually there are only one or two children who go on a shower strike, especially A'a Isa who must be persuaded first and seduced by new snacks to enter the bathroom.

'After taking a bath take a meal yes.good meal, Brother help his sisters take the side dishes and vegetables later yes. I want to tidy up the package that will be sent tomorrow morning' I explained while pointing to the dining table and some dishes that have been prepared.

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'Assalamu'alaikum.......Aisyah there is ga?' a voice in the living room surprised us who had just finished the congregational maghrib prayer.

Aisyah immediately ran to the guest room to welcome her father's return. Followed by the screams of other children who scattered towards the living room.

'Father...yeeee... father go home' Mas and A'a race following each other to welcome his father.

'Son.Let's go inside first, help me pick up things, brother....Older brother...Mas...Let's help' I shouted from inside the house, while tidying up the prayer equipment left behind by the children after hearing his father's voice coming.

'Lancar means the flight, Well.ga there is a delay, according to calculations' said I when my father was sitting in the middle room while holding Aisyah and A'a Isa.

'Alhamdulillah smoothly. Pas out of the arrival room was also not used in queue to call a taxi, usually will have to queue long wait for a taxi.' explained my husband while continuing to hug and kiss Aisyah who was struggling spoiled. Alternating with A'a who is often still spoiled to his father.

The children not only helped lift his father's bag, but also directly dismantled the contents of his father's luggage. Find gifts and souvenirs for them.

I allowed them to immediately unpack the contents of the bag and other luggage because it was allowed by his father. Yang now sits on the floor and begins to explain one by one the souvenirs he brought, including the trophy that was brought home as the winner of the international race this time.

'Make mother what?' I asked while sitting next to my husband.

'Well, this is...there is a.' said my husband while removing a package containing pink pashmina.

'Daddy was confused about what to buy.finally buy pashmina aja deh, remember that mother often use pashmina from Utie bought when umrah two years ago' while opening the wrapper and putting the pashmina straight into my head and kissing my forehead and rubbing my stomach slowly.

'Dede how's it going there? It's grown to what size? Father has come home.' whispered my husband slowly while rubbing my stomach.

'Aisy will come again see dede in the stomach, mother well.kayak last month. Aisy came up on the mattress and sat near the mother's head.' while hugging Aisyah who was biting the cake.

'Then there was the Deputy Mayor who wanted to visit the house. And there was a reporter from Banua Media who wanted an interview, ' my husband explained.

'Right at the airport in Jakarta, his aide called me. If the reporter was told to father's friend. Father's friend permission to include the news of father's victory in the newspaper he managed.' said my husband while tidying up some of the items that the children left behind after demolition.

'We trim the living room for a visit and interview session means' I said.

'yes. We made a little gallery. So that if there are guests, they can immediately see the products we market and we make our own.'

'Later father slide some sofa chairs from the living room to be more relieved. Leave a little chair. Because the gallery is not for people to sit for long, but just to look around. Later the mother can arrange the items that will be displayed using the tables.' show my husband to some tables in the middle room that I usually use to do decoupage techniques to the media rattan basket and purun bag.

'The front terrace can also be used as a show case, we have used wood in the backyard. God willing, I will make a kind of hanger that can be folded and opened.'

'So that when it's night, can be put into the living room and if the morning is issued.'

'Hmmm.oke.' I said enthusiastically.

It has long been wanted to have their own room to display these merchandise. But the day-to-day grind delayed the plan. The moment was right, to create the mini gallery I wanted.

This business started from a friend in Jakarta who asked to buy a mat. The popularity of rattan mats in Kalimantan is very famous in big cities, especially Jakarta. The material is natural, easy to clean and looks beautiful and unique when spread in the living room or family room.

To make it easier to see the items ordered by my friend, I display them on social media. At that time social media was not widely used for selling. Still about personal posts and private photos only.

It turns out that many who see my post and provide comments want to order as well. Since that day I started doing business online.

Starting from the mats, bags, and accessories that are widely marketed at the gift shop near where I live. Then continue to customize ordering bags with different ornaments and sizes of rope length, which in the end brought me to meet with craftsmen purun who can make bags according to the wishes of my customers.

Two years ago many began to jump into selling online. Even the shopkeepers where I used to pick up accessories and bags and mats started to have their own sales accounts.

I started to struggle because obviously they could sell for less than the price I was selling.

But I still believe that every trader has his own sustenance. Including us.

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Seriate