WEDDING THORN
BATIK SHIRT
"Mother's asleep?" the steps Imel hugged arrived, which at that time Asna's eyes did not see clearly, but he hid and felt Imel's face.
"What's sick mama? bun, Imel call Abie?"
"You need to baby! Mother is just a soy sauce, do not know why the eyes of the mother tired, so faint. Why are you, son? why haven't you slept?" he asked, when the view towards Imel had improved, Asna was also shocked and frightened if really his eyes could not see, what about Imel later.
"Imel can't sleep, want to be in your arms. Can I sleep with my mother?"
Deg.
This child seems to know, if Asna's heart is broken. So the creator created a diamond child like Imel, to eliminate his suffering.
"May dong dear." warm hug.
To Tomorrow.
Asna does as usual, day after day it feels empty if the Arkan mas do not meet him, must Asna to the Arkan mas office. So that all these misunderstandings are treated, so that all is finished and well. This is not what Asna wanted, but a gentle Arkan mas who would listen first before asking, with a cold head.
After Asna left Imel at the aunt at home, Asna went to the boutique store, one look was fixed on the batik cloth, Asna see the calendar if every Thursday there is an invitation for an office event, and then the other day, Asna intended to give a batik that he made himself in his shop. It may take one to two days, if making a special batik shirt, after all Asna has a famous designer with many inspirational models, which at that time Asna also has worked together on contract.
"For mom! pt's asking us a thousand shirts for an office event! but we're short on energy ma'am. The time is about five more days."
"If so, recruit freelance workers as usual! please take care, I will help the group. It seems I have a friend who can help, stay upbeat and thank you for the patience because the end of this you guys overtime."
"Good ma'am."
Asna also helped some that he could take home, he planned to help sew it at home. The rest he entrusts to his trusted employees. Not to mention, he stopped by the bakery and some orders, and the stock was running out, so Asna forgot about the sadness when she daydreamed about Arkan, if until the shop was quiet.
Asna is very grateful, as both his efforts are progressing and many clients who believe in using his services. Besides the Asna people, there is a cousin who helped and handle when Asna was not at home.
Until he came home, Asna who was ready to clean up, he rushed when Imel was asleep. At eight o'clock, Asna was too late to accompany Imel to tell a story.
"Well, how's today's email?"
"Well, ma'am. Eating a lot, he just looked at the door. Said kangen . sorry ma'am. Kangen Abi, why haven't you come home."
"Thank you bi, sorry if I'm home late. If aunty does not have time to cook, order as usual. I haven't had time to shop monthly, I saw a lot of empty refrigerators."
"Yes ma'am, then excuse me."
"Good ma'am."
Asna steps up the stairs, Arkan is no longer as warm as it once was. Asna was self-conscious, because her mistake of going through a message was fatal, without waiting for her husband. I don't know until when, if Asna's condition will continue to be covered. But Asna must not complain, for all this he planned it all.
Up to Asna's initiative into her workspace, she spent the night finishing a batik shirt for Arkan mas. Plan tomorrow morning, Asna wants to meet Arkan's mas in his office, in a place not many people know.
"Hopefully with this, the Arkan mas can smile again." - Asna, until it feels almost done, his hand is pricked by a needle, Asna immediately took the plaster, covered her wound, and Asna ablaze for the evening prayer, because sure after that she can continue the stitching of the shirt for her husband, to be quickly finished and put on.
Morning Day.
Routine things as usual, the morning after dropping off Imel, he stepped into the Arkan mas office, early morning also Asna had evaporated the perfume of his homemade shirt, he was making it, because before Asna sewed the cloth, Asna washed it clean, especially this time it was arranged with a beautiful box.
Sreeith.
Asna parked, he was sure that the Arkan mas would arrive soon, but when it had waited ten minutes. Not feeling a taxi makes Asna's eyes fixated.
"Mas Arkan took a taxi" Asna smiled, as she got out of the car, about five meters away from the towering wall, standing still ..
"Sik, you went straight home after the doctor. Let's tell brother if there's anything."
"Yes bang! oh yeah, Dira's got something for brother. I wear it tomorrow, every Thursday. Occasional use of Dira, although it is not expensive and the money is also .."
Arkan also opened a small paperbag, seen a batik shirt that Arkan plans to buy for an important event, because the old one accidentally torn has not been sewn.
Deg.
Asna's heart and eyes tear, inexplicably the pain appears increasingly seeing the closeness of her husband with the honey he chose.
"Thank God that Arkan mas, has succeeded in bringing Dira and receiving Dira. May the Arkan mas make Dira happy." lirih Asna.
Asna flipped over and dropped a large paper bag containing her handmade shirt, which Arkan would never have seen in any store, moreover, the labels and initials of the names Arkan and Asna were there that maybe if Arkan saw, he would realize exactly like the stitching of Arkan's first batik shirt wear that is obsolete now.
Asna wiped away the tears, consciously she immediately headed for the boutique because right now, the employees definitely needed her. At least Asna will be fine, when the time is full today is busy.
'Can I be more patient, isn't this what I expect Arkan to be happy, after all if the Arkan mass changes, that's the line I've made. Naturally because they are still brides right.' Inner Asna, he is sad and needs a backrest, but aware of the exact backrest is to complain to the creator, so that everyone does not need to know, including his mother will later be sad, but aware of the exact backrest is to complain to the creator, so that everyone does not need to know, including his mother will be sad, if you know about Asna right now.
TBC.
