Cyandra
Starting from zero
That morning I finished breakfast.
When Nurma was in the house, she accidentally found a sewing machine in the corner of the room.
Curious, he approached her and checked her condition.
"Yet, this is a sewing machine ibuk..??" said Nurma checking the condition of the sewing machine in front of her.
"Yes, before my mother worked at my father's house, she became a tailor, but because of the deserted fans finally she migrated to the city" said mbak Sri opened the remaining sewing equipment box.
Eagerly, Nurma cleans and tries mbak Sri sewing tool.
Because seeing the skills of Nurma, Mbak Sri was immediately amazed to see it.
Since then, he began to hone his sewing skills, Nurma then determined to become a tailor to help the economy of Sri maam, even better if Sri ma'am did not have to work anymore in the tea garden.
Kiandra does not deliberately rely on the wealth of the father, he really appreciates his new identity as Nurma.
Initially, he made various designs of casual clothes that may be liked by villagers, impressed relaxed and can be used during the routine at home.
Even he peddled clothes made around the village.
In the first few days, only gossip can be obtained Kiandra aka Nurma when offering her merchandise.
"What ...??, do not you point to us for sure we also know that your clothes are ugly like your origin...!!", when a resident throws clothes made by Nurma.
"How can I know if I do not see it first.??" exclaimed Nurma picking up her clothes on the ground.
"Yes know.!!, look at your face we already know that your goods are ugly.!!", when another citizen increasingly broke the ngabrik clothes Nurma merchandise.
Nurma tried to catch her breath and ignored their words.
They were actually good, but because of a slander, they became such a craze.
If it were not for the incitement from the slander that ruined my good name, I would have repaid their actions.
"Look at buk....!!!, does this still look as ugly as my origin...??", exclaimed Nurma tried to continue to gain their trust again by showing the model of clothes he made as clearly as possible.
"My eyes don't look wrong...??", whispered one resident to another.
"Yes..!!, how can clothes be that good.??" whispered another resident.
"Where is buk...??", exclaimed Nurma trying to offer her merchandise back.
Without saying anything, they left the place.
"Yes have it.!!, after all I have tried", exclaimed Nurma continues to spread her merchandise even in the neighboring village.
But gradually, they were attracted to Nurma's attractive promotions, even her clothes that looked very beautiful in the eyes.
Especially after Boy clearly showed Nurma's original adoption letter that he made to clear the name of Nurma.
Although in the village mostly use the credit system, Nurma still painstakingly built her business from scratch.
Sometimes there are some residents who after taking the goods but pretend to forget the debt and installments against Nurma.
"Biarin Boy, my life is much luckier than theirs, count charity" said Nurma resting under a shady tree along with Boy.
"But Nurma, you can go bankrupt" Boy warned.
"Here you go, the windfall is set, I won't go bankrupt just by helping someone else who might not have the money to pay me, we don't even know, for the sake of eating today whether they have money or not" Nurma said as she rubbed the sweat on her forehead.
While Boy was silent, he stared in amazement at the figure of a woman before him, a woman who had never lived hard during his life, he said, now must live life as a village girl and must find the coffers of money tirelessly, even though she actually has abundant wealth.
It did not take long, Nurma managed to attract enthusiasts from various neighboring villages.
His clothes even ran out in the messages of some middlemen who would sell them again in the city.
From then on, his small determination to make Sri stop working finally materialized.
They work together to design and sew clothes to collect money coffers.
Even within a year, Nurma and Mbak Sri can open jobs for many people.