Beautiful Guards
Ownership Mark

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The sound of foot clattering filled the contents of the room filled with a variety of clothes latest model. The woman who was none other than Milea walked quickly into a workroom of the store owner.

Brakes

"Eeee mak com. ihhh who the hell ngagetin eike..!!" Latah is a man who is busy designing clothes for clients.

Milea entered with a flat look. He approached the sissy man and immediately pulled out the dress that Zaky had given him. "Say! Who designed this dress?!" He asked with a terrifying aura.

"Ihhh this sis who sihh... Dateng dateng is angry, eike be afraid." Instead of answering, the man named Tono who used to be called Miss T was even nagging.

Milea took a deep breath. "I ask you again. Who designed this dress?!" The question is full of emphasis.

"Casual dong sis. Just look at the dress first," Milea silently let Miss T check on the dress.

"Ohh this dress.eike remember eike ever see this dress in her room Miss Laura---- uh uh uh sis where are you going?!" Shouted Miss T in shock upon seeing Milea leave before she finished her remark.

Milea walked up the elevator to the famous desaigner named Laura Ayunda. A famous designer who has risen several years ago because of his design.

Without saying a word, Milea brushed open the door of Miss Laura's room and walked up to her.

"Who dare you enter my room without permission?!" Stomach a woman in her thirties and up.

Milea stared at the woman flat. "You don't need to know who I am, afraid you're sorry for yelling at me like that" Milea replied.

"Heh, who are you to the point that I should be afraid? Which conglomerate's son?!" Laura asked.

"Here you go, I didn't come here to argue with you. Say it! Is it true that this dress you designed?" Milea threw the dress on Laura's face with her arrogance. His face is still the same. Flat.

"How dare you---" Laura was silent when she saw the dress she made a few years ago was now in her hands because of the throw of a snot girl.

"This dress...."

"I beg you... Please make this my plan, huh mbak? Pleases... This is for my friend." Please a little girl rest at the feet of a woman who is just beginning her career as a disaigner.

"I said I don't want to! Why are you so crazy?!" The woman who was none other than Laura in her youth tried to release her legs because she felt uncomfortable with the treatment of the teenage girl.

Sighing roughly, Laura slowly crouched down to adjust her height to the teenager. "Hufts. Yes already, I want to make. But not gini. Comeup! Come with mbak."

"Really mbak? Want to make my plan? Seriously mbak?" Laura smiled little to see the teenager so excited to hear his words. He nodded and invited the teenager to enter a special room where he designed clothes. From dresses, wedding clothes, and all sorts of other clothes. Although he was just working, quite a number of people were satisfied with the results of this design.

About 3 weeks Laura finished the shirt, and she immediately contacted the teenager to pick it up. "My order is mbak?"

"Already, how? Like?"

"It's really like mbak. Thank you so much for making her dress. I'll pay the rest of the money." Laura stared at the piling money until the results reached hundreds of thousands.

The woman took the money with a reluctant feeling. But, he still took it because he did not want to make the teenager feel disappointed because he had collected the money.

"Well, you can already bring this dress for you to hand over to your best friend." Laura said.

Seen from the teen's movements look a little scared, making Laura a little curious. "Emm... The dress can be entered here first not mbak? I'll ask you to take this dress to me. Can you please mbak?" With a face that was parched the teenager looked at Laura. Looking a little bruised on the corner of her lips makes Laura slightly understand why this teenager wants to leave her dress here.

"Yes already. But, tell your friend to take it right away. Because this place is not a place for luggage, there are still many other dresses that want to put here." Laura replied to remind.

"Ep. Thanks mbak, I want to see her dress first." The teenager walked over staring in admiration at her design dress which had now become real. At that time, Laura allowed the teenager to see the dress that the teenager's design collaboration with her. She did not realize that the teenager quickly slipped the paper she had folded into the jacket pocket of the dress.

"That's the story." Milea was speechless with her clenched hands trembling. There was a feeling that he could not express hearing the story from Miss Laura about the struggle of his best friend who wanted to grant a promise to himself by making the dress. Haru, angry, sad, everything mixed into one.

"It's been more than 8 years that I've taken care of the dress, but no one has taken it. In fact, many other children entrepreneurs want to buy this dress, but I always refuse to remember the struggle of the teenager used to be just for this dress,"

"Until yesterday I finally decided to sell it in the store, because I felt that no one would come to take this dress. Unexpectedly, this dress did not escape from her soul mate," explained Miss Laura to the dress she guarded. The dress that had accompanied her struggle towards this breaking point.

"Thanks for the explanation, sorry for interrupting your work time." Milea said slowly and then rose with a paper bag containing the dress given by her best friend.

"No problem, I should apologize for being disrespectful to you." Laura is not feeling well.

"No problem, then excuse me." Milea finally decided to go back to the apartment.

why are you doing this for me, and I can't even save you. Inner Milea was filled with feelings that could not be explained through words.