The Pain of Marrying You

Chapters 90.

After the car that took her walked away from the rented house, Kirana decided to come to the store with her three employees. Though at first he planned to go to the salon only, but after he thought about it maybe he should go to the store. Moreover, for more than a month he did not visit the branch store. Maybe because of its more distant location, so Kirana rarely goes there.

Arriving there, Kirana headed straight to her study. As always, Kirana always provides a room that is designed specifically for her to rest and accept clients.

An hour after he struggled in front of the laptop, suddenly one of his employees knocked on the door of his room.

"Excuse me, Mum. This is a client who wants to order flowers in large quantities" he said from behind the door.

Kirana walked to open the door, seen there already stood one mother-mother about 55 years old with the typical style of socialite mothers. By using hitan glasses and carrying a branded bag of course.

"Excuse me, introduce me Angel" he explained as he extended his hand.

Kirana returned the hand. "Oh, yes Ma'am. I am Kirana, the owner of LiNA Florist. Please come in," Kirana said kindly as she shifted her body so that Miss Angel could enter her room.

"Just go ahead if it is, then" he said, taking off his sunglasses. "I'd like to order a bouquet of 20 congratulatory boards. Can it be finished today? If I can't, I'll find another florist" he said very haughtily.

Kirana gasped, not because of the order quantity. But more to the way these mothers talk. It's really very haughty for Kirana. It felt like he refused, but remembering for the sake of professionalism he finally nodded his head.

"Good, Mom. I will ask my employees to do it right now. So at the latest later that night the flowers can be sent to the address you gave," replied Kirana with a friendly smile. Although his heart was currently wanting to expel him immediately.

"Sure you can finish tonight? Some of the florists I went to all refused. Do not get fast workmanship, but the results are ugly! I don't want to pay like that!" cynical Bu Angel while crossing her legs which is seen using very high heel shoes.

Kirana again nodded her head politely. He always always smiles. "We'll work, Mom. I happen to have 2 stores, so the process can be divided into 2 later. Then you don't have to worry. And if it's for design, you can choose through my employees later."

"Oh, good then!" Ms. Angel said while wearing her sunglasses back. "Now I want to leave. For the design I leave it the same flower shop. And for the payment I will do after the flowers are sent to the address I ask," he said and stood up.

Kirana also stood up, then drove Miss Angel to the booking table. It was the employee who recorded. While Kirana herself just stood waiting beside the table.

Although on his face was still a friendly smile, but he was completely lazy to take notes related to Bu Angel. Be it who the buyer is, who will be the name of the recipient, where the recipient address, and so forth. For him enough this time he had a client whose attitude was arrogant.

And, sure enough. After the completion of the Kirana employee noted, suddenly Bu Angel stood up, then walked out. He didn't think Kirana was there at all. Though Kirana has tried as decently as possible.

"Oh!" Kirana took a long breath. "patience, Ran. Be patient! Client is king, which deserves respect. But yes time until as soon as possible," Kirana grumbled as she stroked her chest repeatedly.

[Well, all the flower board is pretty like the owner. I really like and satisfied shopping at the flower shop nak Kirana. Tomorrow I will definitely shop there again, and recommend the flower shop to my socialite friends.] A message from Ms. Angel read.

Kirana breathed a sigh of relief, finally the client who had looked one eye at himself, now could talk well again.

[Thank you, Angel. I'm very grateful if Ms. Angel is satisfied with the result.]

At 21:00, as Kirana was about to get out of the flower shop, she suddenly saw Hendrik coming down from his bike. Kirana looked in wonder at him.

"Co go home until the store closes anyway, honey?" asked Hendrik when he was standing in front of Kirana.

But instead of answering, Kirana just asked. "Where do you know I'm in the store, Mom?" coarsely. He returned to a bad mood when he saw Hendrik's face.

Hendrik grabs Kirana's hands and kisses her. "And I can see from your phone's GPS. Hehe."

"Oh!" after Kirana, then step towards the motor. "Yes, let's go home. Mama's cooking is done, right? At home it's not messy with the smell of the kitchen, is it, Mas?" scatter Kirana while wearing a helmet.

Hendrik smiled at the horse. "I don't know, honey. I also left Mama alone at home from this afternoon."

Hendrik's words just made Kirana buy his eyes. He did not expect if Hendrik also left his mother alone at home. His mother obviously needed his help.

"Finally, Mama was not focused on cooking when I helped. Uh, even fomenting a grandiose debate. Yes, I live by Gojek. All of you, tired but dapet money. When at home, it is tired but still have to be horrified to scold Mama," he explained again. Though Kirana did not ask why she came out as well. But good, Kirana finally became aware of the cause of her husband's follow-up out of the house.

But, on the other hand Kirana was also a thought. How did Mama-in-law finally finish some of her cooking tonight? Is Mama-in-law not cooking? If it's off cooking, then for tomorrow morning event how? Do not let tonight when Kirana just came home, then asked to help cook.

Kirana who had just imagined it had already shuddered in horror. Especially if it comes true.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" reprimand Hendrik because Kirana never went up on his bike.

"Mas, I'm not going home tonight. I want to sleep in the hotel," Kirana took off the helmet she was wearing.

"But tomorrow at home there's an event, honey. Your time didn't come anyway? How about you ask where you are?" hendrik Protest.