The Love of Azzalea

Chapters 10. Azka Confession

When love makes women in the world happy. For Azzalea, it's not so. The love that approached her, scraping the old wounds in her heart.

[Rai, plg working. I went to the boutique, yeah! ] Raina read the message, from Azzalea.

[So ready, I'm waiting! ]He, replying to the message of his best friend.

"The dress fits, Neng?" Raina asked one of her customers.

"Models like this. Can I make a dress with S size?"

Pinta is a teenager who has just grown up, in front of her.

"When do you want to use it?" Ask Raina, friendly.

The boutique owner girl, providing excellent service, to every guest who came to her boutique.

Some women, looking at dresses, and knick knacks, are beautifully displayed in glass display cases. Two employees, chat with guests sitting on the sofa.

"One week, can you?" Women in blue jeans gave a deadline.

"Can, but before, must be fittings." Raina.

Although Raina is a business owner, she does not mind jumping directly into handling customers who come.

Teens who handled it, easy to compromise.

Selection of colors, models, accessories used, the girl is chosen. So that makes work easier, Araina.

"For a price, it fits?" The girl, make sure the second time.

One way that makes visitors satisfied, is the cost agreed upon together.

"No problem, Ma'am. The result is worth it." The girl compromised.

"Deal!.." The woman who owns the boutique shakes her guest's hand.

The sweet Dara smiled in satisfaction, with a professional attitude, which Araina showed.

***

At the faculty of medicine, Neysa focused on listening to the exposure of one of the sources, which is in front

"Children raised in a family, who always quarrel. So it is likely, when an adult, fear of family"

"I mean, Father?" Ask a student with shoulder-length hair.

"His subconscious mind catches the message, gets married, makes life harder, unhappy.

The program, installed, as he clearly saw the quarrel of his parents.

Remember that! the subconscious mind is 90% more powerful than the conscious mind."

The young man, explaining at length, Neysa raised a hand.

"How do you change the program you have in your subconscious mind, sir?"

The smart girl was very curious. Instantly the figure of Azzalea flashed, in his mind.

"One of them is therapy. That's what we do when we're in practice."

Said the man in front, looking at his watch. Question and answer session is over. The man ended the material.

The presenter, is a clinical hypnotherapist, from one of the famous institutions, in the city.

"That's great, Ney!" A man with a tall body, approached the girl.

"Ho oh's. Interesting, the discussion."

The sweet virgin gave an excuse, while putting her book in a bag.

"You want to go home together? We're directing?" The young man made an offer.

"Sorry, I brought a car. Next up yes! Just go to the parking lot!" Bring along.

The man in front of him nodded happily, his heart clasping, a drop of hope.

Spirit, Bro! Backpack bag perking.

***

In a fancy restaurant, three handsome men of different ages, headed for the parking lot.

The long-haired girl, in pink clothes, walked gracefully, on the side of the handsome man, with a thin sideburn on her chin.

"Thank you for the dinner." Said the man with glasses, with malaysian accent.

"Thank you too, for the visit."

Azka threw a friendly smile. Shake tightly with the outstretched hand in front of him.

Azzalea, giving eyes. Four-square-shaped parcel, gold-covered, hand-switched.

"Miss, Azza. It's good to know you! Next time, I invite you to Malaysia!"

The man, looking at the girl before him, was full of adoring expressions.

The gentle woman, smiling sweetly, as sweet as honey in the sugar mix. The man on the side, stunned.

Krisna, in charge of escorting guests back to the hotel. Azka, drive a car, no driver, Azzalea, with him.

"Go home?" Ask the man.

"You go to the boutique, man." The girl on his left, made a sound.

"I'm delivery! Show me the way!" The man, reduced the speed, the speed of his car.

"No need, Mr. Azka. Mr. much work. I took a taxi." Reject the woman.

"This afternoon, no meeting. I have some free time." That young man, give up.

For Azzalea there is always time, her watch is sideways.

"If you're both, you'll just call me names."

The two-year-old man looked at the girl beside him.

That afternoon conversation was awkward. Not the distance that separates, but the circumstances.

Azzalea let out a long breath. Try to be calmer. Locking the obstructing nervousness.

The car's speed is getting faster. The calmness of the road, adds courage in Azka's heart.

"Azzaloea....." The man stopped for a moment.

The girl beside him, looked at him questioningly. His seat began to fidget.

"Will I be a mother, of my children?"

Huuh! At last......

The deg!

Silence creates distance. The girl turned her eyes to her ten fingers that looked trembling.

His chest rumbled, his blood running faster towards his heart. Panic kept his lips tightly locked.

"No hurry. I'll wait until you're ready!"

Cool, Boss! The front spion praised.

"Mas Azka, we haven't known him for long. I didn't dare to answer the question just now.

Marriage is sacred to me. So it must be thought out carefully!"

The pure-white Dara, replied softly, almost inaudible.

"Yes, there's no need to rush. I feel, you're the right woman, for me."

"Maybe because, um, the return of the favor? "

Azka was silent, the girl's words stopped her hope for a moment.

The car stopped in a gray building.

"Include me to your best friend!"

The girl's body temperature, up and down, her mind raging, as the handsome man, followed her into the building.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

The middle-aged woman, wearing a blue-colored veil, walked over.

"Neng Azza...let's go in!"

The woman, with a hand gesture. Your thumb leads to the living room.

Tails of eyes, fixed on the crossbred man.

Duh....The handsome!

The sofa is brown, welcoming the arrival of the two.

"Neng Raina, there are still guests. Please wait!"

Azzalea, throw yourself on the couch. His seat was thirty centi, with the man.

"Please, Neng!"

Two orange juices convulsed, teasing the tormented esophagus stifling thirst.

"Azza, my request, just ignore it! I never talk."

Gluey!

Azza gulped even though it did not dry his throat. Uneasily.

"Yes, Mum."

Like an eagle chasing its prey. Azka felt the restlessness of the girl in front of her.

"We can still be friends, right?"

There's a glimmer in the question. Azka looked at the silent girl beside her.

"Most certainly Mas."

Azka's smile was like a red watermelon split open. Invigorating.

***

"Neng, where are you going?"

Get stuck, go to the garage. Anissa stood next to the red car.

"Meet friends, Bik."

The girl in the black skirt, thirty centi above the knee, opened the car door. Red high heels decorate her level legs.

"Mang Ujang, take it, yes Neng!"

The man in the white shirt, approaching the car.

"Mang Ujang, take care of the house!"

The two housekeepers stared at each other. Gesture a nod of the head.

"Good on the way, yes Neng!"

Zzeeeezzz

Bruuum

The car engine is on, out of the trunk, into the highway. Separating the housekeeper who stroked the chest.

"Hey.sorry. Just got around to the customer."

The girl with shoulder-length curls, greeted Azka. Introducing himself.

"Araine."

Athletic hands, welcoming his hands. Gives a familiar grip.

"Azka" The handsome man, introduced himself.

So handsome!

A moment of silence, Araina was addressing the two people in front of her, taking turns.

"So hosting a client. Just got here."

Azzalea neutralizes the atmosphere. The girl's face, turned pink. Blushed.

Pastri, come carrying a tray, containing three aqua bottles. Not forgetting the setoples.

"Mas Azka, my boss, Rai."

Azzalea. Nervousness tetiba whack.

"Assalamu'alaikum." A soft sound from the lips of the lobby, distracting.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." The three answered together.

Girl wearing a bag of sanding, two papers in hand. Appear there.

"Sinameaaaa..." Shouted Araine.

"Yesse...Surprises! I happen to have time, play occasionally."

His gaze, fixed on the tall man there.

"Where, with his good looks?" Araine teases.

" Ho oh."

"Ha ha ha..."

Spontaneous, laughter filled the room. Neysa's face, red pomegranate.

Happiness is contagious, it dances in the mind, it warms the soul.

"Gue, peeper. Loe, give this girl a lesson!"

Dirga gave a photograph, on a man in a black shirt, with a tattoo on his right hand.

The man, staring at the photo of the red-haired girl, with shoulder-length hair.

"That girl, she used to play at the club."

The young man with the head of a plontos, mentioned an address.

"Here, the next girl." The man throws the second photo, onto the table.

The long-haired girl, was giving a sweater, to a man, who had a cut on his forehead.

Akaakk!

Three bells, red money, rolled on the table.

"The story, after your task, is done! Remember, lose track!"

Hand tattooed, taking a fee, as well as two photos on the table.

"Okay, Boss!"

The black shadow disappeared, with the backpack riding on his stocky shoulders.