Bestfriend ‘Til Jannah
Shirt Fittings

"Subhanallah .. How beautiful you are, son!" Ranti clucked in awe as the curtains opened, revealing the Zhara her body had grown up with a pure white wedding dress. His hair is rather curly, rolled carelessly, to give off an aesthetic impression for anyone who sees it. "Zhorif is lucky to be married to you!" Ranti looked so happy that she hugged her future daughter-in-law who could only be silent and blushed embarrassed.

Zhara twisted her body, pecking herself in front of a large mirror that made her whole look clearer. The focus is shifted to the chest. This dress is very elegant and feminine. But that's not all. This dress also takes a sexy impression until the chest is carved into the bottom.

"What size are you, son? It's so big." Zhara almost choked by her own saliva when she heard the comment Ranti gave her. Ah, errata. It seemed like it sounded more like admiration, judging from the way Ranti looked at her chest with sparkling eyes.

"Eh ... Auntie, I think we're looking for another dress. I'm afraid Mas Zhorif doesn't like it," his great-grandson ventured to respond. To be honest, deep down, Zhara was already very fond of the dress. However, back again, she looked beautiful not for herself, but for her Mas Zhorif, and if seen-looking, she looked up, everyone would know that Zhorif would never agree to wear the dress.

"Kok, Auntie anyway, honey? Call Mama, soon you will be Mama's daughter-in-law, "Ranti's advice that makes Zhara quickly nod her head according. "And about the dress .. you don't have to think about Zhorif's opinion, if you like, yes, we buy it. Besides, Zhorif told Mama it's up to us to choose which dress."

"Really, Ma?" Unknowingly, Zhara let out her enthusiastic tone. She was really happy to know that her chances of wearing the dress on her wedding day were 100 percent.

After being happy for a moment, Zhara suddenly recalled something. "Mas Zhorif said so, that means ... he can't come make a suit fitting huh, Ma?" her expression turned sad and disappointed. In fact, he was eager to see Zhorif wearing a suit, especially if the suit he was wearing was Zhara's own choice.

Ranti rubbed her nape clumsy, feeling unbearable to answer honestly. Therefore, he hastily opened his cell phone to send a message to his son, forcing Zhorif to keep coming even though the other country was attacking. However, having just typed in a single undelivered word, Zhorif had already sent him a message, already, yang explained that the man was already in front of the building and was walking to get to where they were at the moment.

"Sir, can her chest be modified? You see, this part of the curve is too open," Zhara told the designer.

"Lho, why? This is a good model, really! Mama likes it so much. Don't have to change, huh. Mama's sure Zhorif likes it, too." Ranti hastily confronted her daughter-in-law, to the death she would never agree to Zhara covering her beautiful body parts, especially on her special day. Not that he meant to be stubborn, but Ranti also knew that actually Zhara already liked the dress model very much and did not intend to change it if she did not think about Zhorif's opinion.

Cklek!

When the sound of the door knob being pressed was heard, Ranti and Zhara immediately lost focus and turned their heads. He saw the figure of Zhorif who smiled towards Ranti. However, his smile suddenly disappeared when he saw Zhara. Ah, perhaps more precisely when looking at what the girl was wearing.

"Don't comment!" press Ranti before Zhorif is ready to open his mouth.

Zhara grimaced as Zhorif threw a sharp glare at her, though her mouth was still silent as a result of orders from her mother.

"Ehm .. right, Mas himself told Mama let me and Mama choose her own dress," the girl's great-granddaughter was terrified.

Zhorif raised one of his eyebrows confused. His gaze immediately directed towards Ranti who was suddenly busy with her phone, pretending as if someone was calling and leaving the room without saying anything.

Zhara grimacing. He retreated his steps as Zhorif approached him with a sharp look. "Eh .. I do not intend to use this one anyway, Mas, just wanted to try it. Hehehe..." His laughter was crisp trying to fool the man.

"Really?" zhorif asked with one of his eyebrows raised, intimidating Zhara.

However, Zhara shook her head slowly. "It's good, Mas ... I'm tempted, '" he said honestly.

"You are tempted, let alone me," the Zhorif monologue silently. Ever since he entered the room, his kealimmannya toilet has been. Zhara really looks pretty in that dress, let alone... Uh! What the fuck is this mind?!

Now, Zhorif began to understand the reason behind parents often tell their children who want to get married to be bitten. However, what Zhorif does not understand is why his mother and father did not try to memingit them like other couples? Did his parents trust Zhorif too much? Oh, come! However, Zhorif was still a human being, still able to be as solemn as he is today, he tried hard not to lower his gaze towards Zhara's chest.

"Alas, I don't like it, I wear a gini model?" Zhara ventured to ask, even though she herself knew the answer.

Know it? Where possible! Zhara must have thought that Zhorif was very fond of the dress, when in fact it was reversed. Zhorif really shakes her up if the designer is not there, watching their interactions while smiling with a grumpy smile.

"Find the others," said Zhorif with great difficulty, before painstakingly turning his eyes away from Zhara.

"Hm .. okay," said Zhara as she bit her inner cheek. He asked the designer to help him re-choose which dress he would like a pious man like Zhorif.

"This is good, Ma'am," said Zhara as the designer grabbed a simple long-handed dress and her chest was covered.

"Yes, but this part..." Zhara slipped as the dress rotated, revealing a very exposed part of her back. "But, if you really like this one, wear it anyway, but do not look at the same back of your girlfriend," whispered the designer who made Zhara smile happily and immediately nodded in agreement.

"If this one likes it, doesn't it?" zhara asked after spending nearly 10 minutes changing into a new dress.

Zhorif, who was receiving a message about his patient, turned his head for a moment, then nodded his head and said, "Lumayan."

Unfortunately, Zhorif did not know that Zhara's heart was prancing because her mischief was not discovered by the man.