The Hugger Heart

GUESTS

'Okay we take photos first yes.bareng same example of the product as well' one of the Deputy Mayor's aide directed us all to take pictures before saying goodbye.

'Yes...!' the phone camera was lowered from the shooting position, a sign that the photo session has been completed.

'Thank you for visiting our mini gallery' I said to the whole group of Vice Mayors, which numbered four.

'Equally thank you, God I will later info again to prepare for the exhibition event here yes, Mr. Edo. We pamit .. thank you very much' said one of the adjutants who paid late.

Cici Aisyah who from the beginning accompanied us, also waved her hand to the group of guests who began to move to run her car left our yard.

'fetch A'a..' cried Cici Aisyah pleased. Remind Dad to pick up Mas Isa from school.

'Aisyah take the jacket first with her glasses yes, hot because, let's not glare sitting in front of the bike later.' I said while tidying things up to the original position.

While my husband was still looking for the key to the motorbike in the house. And get ready to pick up my son who went to school in Kindergarten.

Shortly after the departure of my husband and Aisyah, there came two black cars in front of our yard.

Seemed some mothers who came down from the car, some mothers wear ASN uniforms, the same color uniform that was worn by Mr. Deputy Mayor along with the group who had not long gone.

In the second black car came down the Mayor's mother with the Deputy Mayor's mother, both of whom walked in unison and threw smiles at me who greeted him at the door of our mini gallery.

'Assalamu'alaikum....'Said the Mayor's mother alternating with the Deputy Mayor's mother.

'Wa'alaikumussalam, let's enter the mothers.please' I also invite them to enter our mini gallery.

One by one the guests who came into the mini gallery and began to look at the products that I have displayed and arranged in such a way since yesterday assisted my husband.

Questions began to be asked by them. Starting from the manufacturing process, who makes the woven and decorate it to be beautiful with a touch of decoupage as well as flowers made of ribbon and patchwork. No doubt they ask the prices of various products on display.

Our conversation continued quite warmly, all their curiosity I can answer clearly. Things that have not been known by them, the regional leaders, that local products typical of the region turned out to be in great demand abroad. The uniqueness of products with natural ingredients is in trend there. Especially now that it is entering the beginning of summer. And the customs of summer abroad are picnics, camping and going to the beach. The products I marketed were very supportive for activities that summer.

For quite a while these guests were in our Mini Gallery. Until one of the aides reminded many times that there are still other scheduled visits that must be visited by the Mayor's mother and Deputy Mayor's mother.

Go back to the photo session again before the farewell. Although when trying the product and talk earlier have many photos taken, but still not enough it feels if not take pictures together before the farewell.

'Mom don't forget my order that was well, later my team will take it when it is finished. Ira...Ira...' The Deputy Mayor's mother called one of his aides.

'Yes, Ma'am, a young girl with contemporary make-up that looked glowing immediately approached us as her name was called.

'You will take my order to Ms. Neti yah' said the Deputy Mayor's mother before walking out of the page.

'my mother recorded the phone number yes, so that later she can tell you when it's done.' Mba Ira immediately pulled the phone out of her small bag.

'o.iya may..' I said while starting to mention my phone number.

When the group of mothers was saying goodbye, my husband and two children arrived at the house.

Aisyah was busy waving her hands to the cars that started moving away from our yard.

'Muter used to be Dad, see the house again many guests, buy Aisyah candy to the shophouse in front' my husband explained the reason why a long time ago just returned from picking up Mas Isa.

It usually only takes half an hour, but this time it has been more than an hour still not back.

'Well, there's a lot that the mothers bought?' Ask my husband when he sees some items on the shelf look empty.

'That's how mothers visit. Different from the fathers' said I still with a smile.

Allah is Ever Fair, when online shoppers are lonely, brought buyers directly to our mini gallery. Alhamdulillahot.

'Mom..we have to be ready too, out 'Ashr this is a reporter who wants an interview' my husband reminds me of the next schedule.

'Eh yes yes.mom stacking again deh items that are still behind, which was still dried out in decoupage.

'Yes, so it looks like a lot of the product. You see, this has been a lot of empty said my husband while pointing back to the empty display shelves.

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A team of journalists came to the house of two people. One is in charge of interviewing and the other is taking documentation while occasionally participating in interview sessions.

This time the one who spoke a lot and answered the question was my husband. Because indeed the main topic in the interview was to discuss the victory of my husband in the exhibition competition in Azerbaijan.

I kept quiet more and listened to my husband's explanation. Only occasionally chimed in to complete answers to reporters' questions.

'Good thanks for your time Mr. Edo and Ms. Neti' said Mas Dodi, a journalist who interviewed both of us.

'Together thank you too.' said my husband.

'Oiya there are souvenirs for Mas Dodi and Mas Eko from our gallery' I said while handing over the product parcels we had prepared.

'Wah...thank you very much, MashaAllah can be obtained by us' said Mas Eko with a big smile.

After the two reporters left, my husband immediately got ready to pick up our three children who attended elementary school and Junior High School. The location of the children's school is in one area, they will wait for each other if there is still a brother who has not left his class.

Since there were three children to be picked up, then this time my husband used our old capsule antelope car to pick them up.

'Aisha same Mas Isa want to come?' take my husband

'Mauuu....' Compact answer from Aisyah and Isa together.

'Cici Aisyah.....Mas Isa will keep Aisyah's cici in the car yes.' My message to Mas Isa.

'Come salim used to be the same mother.'my husband's orders to the children.

'Assalamu'alaikum...'

'Sam ikum ma'am.' said Aisyah while holding one of her dolls.

'Daddy...package..all send these packages Well...almost forget.' I shouted as the new car was about to come out of the yard.

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