It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-53-C.

"Sorry, I-I wanted to ...."

The scattered bags I immediately picked up. I took a deep breath so my emotions wouldn't just explode. I noticed the details of the clothes, it was sealed neatly.

"Darling, sorry?" regrettable.

Okay Nesya, he's trying to help his wife. I must immediately restore sanity. I rubbed his stiff hands.

"I'm sorry too, Mom?"

Before moving into the shelf, I checked the neatness of the clothes first. "It's okay." The clothes moved into the shelves.

Next, I did the same thing over and over again. If the clothes are a bit bad, I have to sort and re-iron. Especially the work clothes of the customer.

"It looks like I have to iron this right away first, the hunt is picked up by the owner. You wait here for a minute, okay?"

Without a second thought I immediately re-ironed the clothes. There are three pockets of clothing that must be re-treated. Her clothes became wrinkled because the sealing was less tight. The number of his clothes was not much, so it was instantly lackluster as he fell.

"Very long, my dear?"

From the outside, a man was heard. I turned off the ironing contact first, and immediately checked the front. My husband looks groping the shelves.

"What's up, Bang?"

"Here, the Mas long time to find my clothes," he said with an annoyed face.

"Oh, sorry Bang. My husband is not used to this job. So still don't memorize the positions." I raise my hand. "Where's the rest?"

He gave up and turned out unpaid, and with no down payment. "Oh, this one I'm ironing, Bang. Wait a minute, will you?"

He looked at the direction of the watch with a snort. "Where the hell? He said he could be picked up by noon? It's gonna be late afternoon still not okay."

"I'm sorry, Mom, for our negligence. Please wait a moment, sit on the bench there. I'll be done soon."

"Basic, laundry is incompetent," he said.

I could only stroke the chest, even though it felt like the young man's mouth wanted me to chop with a devil's caw.

"What look-look? Quickly work!" he looked at me with his sharp eyes.

"Eh, Bang! Can you be patient?" My husband started to take hands.

I immediately restrained Mas Aren, rubbing his arm so as not to serve him. I immediately went to the back to continue the work that was almost completed.

Immediately I put the only three pieces of clothing into the bag, and sealed them neatly. With a quick motion I headed to the front and put it in the laundry bag.

"Bang, it's done. Is this one his clothes?" He checked the contents of the pouch and let out a rough sigh.

"Yes!" He pulled the wrap around the shirt and left.

"Don't you?" I called back. "Maybe you're keluapa something."

"What?"

"baby?" my spoken.

"I won't pay. I'm reading the motto of service on this laundry, 'Don't pay us, if you feel disappointed.' I feel very disappointed. I will not pay for your incompetent work."

My husband doesn't seem to accept that reason. "But—"

I put his arm back in. "Not what, Bang. Today we are negligent. You can leave without paying us." Then he went to turn his back on us.

"I'm sorry, right? I'm troubling you, too" my husband regretted.

I sped up the pace and finished the job as fast as I could. I don't want the same thing repeated.

After it was over, I wrapped the clothes quickly. Luckily no one came to pick up their laundry.

"I'm done, honey."

"Am I just moving upstairs? Instead of helping, I trouble you." he regretted.

"It's okay, Mom. When else can we get quality time like this? If it doesn't work, there's Elena stuck in our company. I'm also glad I could be like this with you. Just don't be lebay-lebay. Later all working members resign because it is not strong to see our togetherness that is troubling."

"They won't be jealous if we're friendly. I also regret where the time for both of us feels so little. Later if two heroes Papa born, even more time dong?" said husband.

"Sure dong. Get ready to recokin three boys who want to be noticed." I added.

"Not what, nice rame-rame. If we need to add a sister to Elena every year."

"Diiih, good to say ya? Is this not what you were trying to say?" I pulled her cheek because I felt so anxious about her wishes.

The more afternoon, customers came, both who wanted to pick up clothes, and who wanted to enter dirty clothes.

When all the employees have gone home, I also want to close the store. However, there was one female customer with a fierce face who came furiously carrying a crackle wrap with clothes that had been scuffed.

"Nesya, it seems you are tired of opening this laundry?" snapped it.

"Sorry, Mom? Is there anything I can help you with? Are there any obstacles with the clothes picked up?"

With a reminder he took the clothes out of the bag and threw them in my face. "Are you deliberately changing my expensive clothes with these dirty clothes?"

"I mean Mom, what?" I pulled back clothes with different scents to the laundry perfume at our place.

"still nanya? That's not my dress! Not the level! Quickly reverse where my clothes are! My clothes are expensive! Import products! Not exactly this ugly dress!" the upset.

"Well, if you know, let me check first, ma'am?" I raise my hand to double check the retrieval receipt.

Then I compare it to the receipt in the bag. "Lho's? It's the same, Mom, the name?"

"But this is not my dress! Quickly find it back!"

I also tried to remove some of the remaining clothes. "Try me a check! Which one's Mom's clothes among all this?"

Then he checked carefully. A few moments later he stopped checking. "There's no clothes here! Don't tell me my clothes were switched to take home with people?" press again.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Please wait a minute. I'll check back on the customers who brought clothes out today."

I also tried to contact each customer. However, no one claimed to have misguided it.

"Sorry, Mom. Are you sure this isn't Mom's outfit?"

"What do you mean?"

"The other customers no one feels wrong carrying clothes. Either they're being dishonest, or maybe you're being dishonest to us?" I said try as quietly as possible.

"So you're accusing me of lying? So you don't want to account for this mistake you've made?" The longer, the mother's voice grew higher.

"I'm sorry, Mom. If there is no evidence of this I am also confused. It's not that I'm accusing, it's just that no one is saying that their clothes are changed" I said calmly.

"So what exactly did you come here for?" Mas Aren suddenly came in to reveal the situation.

"If my clothes are wrong, you have to change dong. My clothes are expensive! One sheet is over a million! There are five sheets! You guys just multiply for compensation!" snapped again.

"Bus ... You know it's not legal if you're doing a black campaign like this on someone's trade?" ask my husband firmly.