
" This is just the collection of clothes? Ordinary, nothing looks special" complained a middle-aged woman to Vita, an Alexa Butique official.
" This is our best collection, ma'am. Many people love our collection." Vita tried to explain.
" I was surprised, my friends said he said the collection here is good it turns out to be ordinary," said the woman again.
" Ma, if you don't like the collection here already, don't say so," said the man who seemed to be the child of the middle-aged woman was not feeling well.
" Ck, dong, Dit. Mama was curious, Mama's friends said here the collection is good so Mama is curious, it turns out this way." The middle-aged woman continued to look around for clothes on the display that she felt matched her taste.
" Style clothes like this are very expensive, very expensive,
If in the mall can get three pieces of this," complained the woman again.
" It does suit his quality, madam." Vita patiently faced.
" Most if washed this too." It's never-ending that Mom scoffs.
" The quality of all the clothes in our boutique is assured, Madam. If the Madam does not believe that the Madam should buy, if it turns out that it is not in line with expectations, the Madam can come here and the money will definitely come back." Vita kept convincing the mother.
" Ah, that's the wits of merchants, it's common to hear like that." The mother shook her hand.
" Ma, if Mama does not fit the collection here, already dong, Ma. Don't talk shit. It's not good to hear." The mother's son asked his mother to stop commenting on the no-no. " I'm sorry, my mother yes, Ma'am." he continued on Vita.
" It's okay, Mum." Vita.
" Come, Ma. Radit must train this karate." The man who turned out to be Raditya turned the watch in his hand.
" Patience for a moment, dong. This karate school belongs to you. Many of your men can train, right? You must not go down."
" Yes Mih. God willing if Mas Yoga does not bother us to vacation there, really." said Natasha who walked down the stairs while answering a phone call from Mamih Ellena.
" The children are also very upset with his grandmother, Mih. Moreover, Azkia, really want a vacation to the same grandma Grandpa said it. Mih."
Raditya immediately turned his head towards Natasha when he heard the name Azkia called. He immediately squinted his eyes when he found the beautiful woman he had met a few days ago in the place where his karate was now back in front of him.
" Yes already, Mih. Let's close it first, yeah, I want to go home, Mih. Ariston ..."
" Natasha?? Hi ...."
Natasha who was inserting a mobile phone into her tote bag immediately turned to the direction of the voice that called out to her.
" I'm sorry, who, huh?" Natasha scrunched her forehead.
" I'm Raditya, coach Karate Alden and Azkia, remember?" Raditya.
" Oh, i-iya .. I remember. Is your father here? Wife escort??" ask Natasha.
" Oh, not .. not the wife. I drove my mom" Raditya said.
" Oh, so ..." Natasha nodded her head.
" Who is this, Dit?" Mama Raditya who saw her son talking to a woman immediately approached.
" This, Ma. It's Natasha ... Natasha introduce this to my mama." Raditya introduces Natasha to his mother.
" Hello, Mommy ..." Natasha salutes Mama Raditya.
" My mom is looking for a collection of dresses at this boutique." Raditya.
" Oh yeah? Please look at the collection, ma'am. To Mom because Mr. Raditya is my son's karate teacher, I give you a ten percent discount, ma'am."
" Cih, you think I'm a hard-to-wear person at the discount all?!"
Natasha gasped at Mama Raditya's words.
" Sorry, Mom. I don't mean it that way." Natasha immediately denied the assumption of Mama Raditya. " I used to give discounts to regulars here, Mom. I have absolutely no doubt about Mom's financial ability, really." Natasha tried to smile, facing a customer like Mama Raditya was nothing new to her and she was getting used to all sorts of customer characters coming to her boutique.
" You work here?" ask Raditya not to care about his mother's protest.
" I own this boutique, Mr. Raditya."
" Oh .. Just call me Radit, don't wear frills sir" Raditya said.
Ddrrtt
Natasha's phone rang again, Natasha immediately reached into the phone in her bag and received a phone call that turned out from her beloved husband.
" Hello, Assalamualaikum, Mas ...."
" Waalaikumsalam, Yank I've entered your boutique parking lot." said Yoga.
" Oh yeah, it's me just popping out, yeah." Natasha then turned off her phone.
" I'm sorry, Mom, Mr. Raditya. Excuse me first. Check out the best collection in my shop. Excuse me ..." Natasha then steps out her boutique leaving Raditya and her mother.
" Do you like that woman? It doesn't seem like a girl, does it? The widow?"
" Mr ...!" Raditya immediately glanced towards Vita who was still faithfully serving them.
" You if you want to find a life partner must be clearly visible seedlings bebet its weight dong, Dit. Mama doesn't want you to get used people." Mama Raditya then directly walked towards the exit. " Hurry home." he continued, turning to Raditya who was still dumbfounded to hear his mother's words.
***
" What's the matter with his lips? Code to get kissed, huh?" Yoga shuffled his wife's hair.
" I'm the same overall visitor who just came to the boutique earlier" complained Natasha
" What happened to that visitor? Getting angry?"
" I said I would give a discount to him, eh he instead said 'Cih, you think I'm a hard-to-wear person given all discounts?' so-called. Too bad he's an old man, if he's young my age I've been fighting for him."
Yoga chuckled at Natasha's curses.
" If you fight, I'm my wife, dong! Caiyo, Tata ...!" Yoga grabs Natasha's hand and lifts her up.
" Iissshh, you are .. The wife wants to do bars and is supported not injured." Natasha threesome.
" Milk ..." Yoga chuckling. " We'll eat first, yuk. Laper hasn't had lunch yet."
" Geez, Mom. It's almost four o'clock. Don't be dibasain eat late dong, Mas. What if you get sick?"
" Yes don't doain me sick dong, Yank."
" Who is doing it? I don't want to see you sick keep happening something to you, Mas. I can't stand it if you leave me. I don't want to be alone. If any of us go first, I wish I had gone first. Because I wouldn't be able to survive without you, Mom." Natasha tearfully said that.
Yoga pulled the vehicle over. Then he cupped the wife's face.
" Ssttt .. You don't talk like that, Yank. I don't like hearing that. You think I would be able to do it without you beside me? No, Yank. I wouldn't be able to live without you either. We promised to raise our children to adulthood. We promised to grow old together. Never say bad things like that again. Okay?" Yoga Removes the tears that eventually drip on Natasha's cheeks and she gently kisses her wife's forehead with warmth and affection.
*
*
*
Connect ...
Happy Re is a happy-go-lucky