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Mosaic 110

# Qois Albifardzan

"You don't want to open a factory, a special shirt."

Andre and I looked at each other. Then smile grimly.

"There is still no capital, sir" I replied representing.

"Actually, my parents wanted to help. Albi would not. He said to grow according to reason."

"Loh, Eman, there's been an investor. Your product is famous, too,"

"It's already famous, but if it goes straight up and we don't know a bigger market can lose, sir." I said.

"Yes, sir. I thought so too. This business was originally just a joke. Uh, the idea could be like now Alhamdulillah."

"All right, dong! Don't be half-assed for effort!" Seru pak Tohar cheered.

"Insya Alloh later. For now let it be like this. We are afraid that we are even ether and can not even prosper the employees later," I said.

"Congratulate sir. This business is still one year. We also just went to college. After graduation, Insya Alloh we focus on this business." Added Andre

"We were like this because we met my father too. If we do not get a tailor like father, maybe we are not still focused on the shirt. Not a shirt,"

"Hehe... If I usually sew. Same with those kids. It's about trading that doesn't understand blas. You guys have to be excited. More able to grow your business. Let me get a steady job too. The children can also be more enthusiastic about their work,"

Andre and I looked at two men who were diligent with the sewing machine. They didn't hear what we were talking about. The sound of the sewing machine dispels our voices for them to hear, but we are one room. Notice the focus on the fabric in his hand.

I salute Mr. Tohar. He was still thinking about his two employees as well. Although the stitches are not much and he can do it himself. He is not selfish, still choose to share his fortune with them.

One who can share life with others, even if it is a little. For me it was amazing. All philanthropy is not about how much is given, but how sincere and how the person tries to give something.

"Where sir, order us?" ask Andre.

"Oh.iya wait a moment," replied Tohar. He got up from his chair. Then towards the wooden closet with three doors in the corner of this room. Open, then take out some shirts that have been folded neatly and have been put in a special clear plastic clothing.

The difference with other tailors. Here, we pick up clothes like we're buying clothes. There are packaging that adds to customer satisfaction.

Then he walked again, sitting back in front of us. Put our shirt order on our front desk.

"Thank God, thanks to them I was able to finish your order on time" he said with a smile.

I took one shirt. Checking again, does not mean not to believe with Mr. Tohar. It's just that we also need to be careful in checking the items that will be sent to the castemer.

There are times when, such a small thing is needed to make customers happy.

"As usual. It's perfect!" Andre praised. I also agreed.

"Alhamdulillah..." Reply Mr. Tohar.

Andre took out a wallet in his pants pocket. He had to tilt his body to get that square thing. Then open it and spend a few hundred dollars. Counting it and giving it to Mr. Tohar.

"Calculate back sir, perhaps an advantage. Hehehe," Andre joked.

"If less how?" Reply Mr. Tohar while recalculating the money given by Andre.

"Yes, ikhlaskan. Hehe"

Andre he was happy to joke. That's why I don't know when he's really serious about talking.

When he opened his wallet I was stunned. Because there's a picture of a girl I know very well. Even though only his lips are visible I know very well who he is.

But there's no way I'm asking Andre that at the moment. It'll be runyam and we're not right and go home soon. Later, or when I'll light it up. Now, patience Albi...

"Thank God, no less and no more." Said Mr. Tohar.

"We're saying goodbye, yes sir... Thank you for your cooperation" I said.

"Either. Glad to help," replied Tohar.

"Ok, Bro! We say goodbye first. Assalamualaikum!" Andre cried to the officer of Tohar sir.

Andre's call was louder. So they heard it. They waved their hands as farewells.

Mr. Tohar followed us up to the terrace. We shook hands, then said hello.

"We go straight to the expedition or the office?" ask Andre.

"office. We need to pack this shirt first, right?"

"OK."

Andre got in his car. I drive a motorbike. We drive our own vehicles. Towards the same place.

We arrived at a minimalist-sized house that we call the office. Yes, this house is the work of both of us. Although small but, I'm grateful we paid off buying it.

There are three officers who come here every day. Marketing, admin and packaging section.

"Assynoltom..." My greeting is in the doorway.

"Vaaikuma.alam..." Reply Adit_ youth with jet black face and also curly hair was the first to answer my greetings. He's the admin section. Replying to all messages from costemer is his job.

"Vaaikuma.alam...." Adnan just came out of the room. Youth with glasses and super neat. He's part marketing.

"Hi, boss! You guys here today?!" At the very end, in the kitchen Bagas. Although he only wears singlet shirts and torn pants on the knee. But when working on packing he is the most neat and deft. Uh! All complement each other. And they can keep pace with our vision mission.

"Have you eaten yet?" ask Andre.

"just now. But, if the boss brings food, we'll have to." Answer Bagas.

They leave their jobs. Welcoming us in the living room which still only has a carpet for a seat.

"Later we deliver... Now pack this first. Finish your work. It's still less than 45 minutes for your home hours."

"OK!" Excite the three of them.

They go back to their respective places. Only Bagas was left behind. He waited for the goods to be packed again.

"All today's messages are done, gas?" ask me while taking out one by one shirts in a large bag.

"Just finished. Thank God boss, this month many orders. Includes orders for SMA or SMP graduation uniform shirts. There's even a bunch of mothers who want to order their gymnastics uniforms on us,"

"They designed it themselves or have you guys design it?"

"Design itself... Just today they sent us the t-shirt design."

"But, Masya Alloh... Must be super patient facing the mother. We're just getting dialed after almost two weeks of negotiations. There is something to ask..." Adit Sahut.

We laughed. Face frustrated. Naturally the business of chat with costemer is his business.

"Patiently, her name is also mother." I said.

"You don't know yet, I used to be the same Albi how riwehnya reply one by one chat costemer alone, then pack yourself. Unpromotional. Want a broken heart to get PHP that I got legowo." Andre's story reminisces about the past.

Fighting us is not as smooth as people see. Maybe some people think that the business we build is very easy to live. Whereas in it we repeatedly hit PHP from costemer and repeatedly wrong in choosing materials. Which ended up almost lacking funds. Even desperate because there is nothing else that can be made capital. Where we also have to part-time work to raise capital back.

If I experience it, it is natural. But, Andre? Even though he could ask his parents directly. He didn't do it. He remained faithfully exploring the work from the start of Zero. Struggling together until now.