Just Created For Me
THE THU* 61

In the morning Zara woke up early, eager to immediately tell this happy news to the Goddess of her best friend.

Chequek.

"Tumben you got up early?" greetings Goddess

"Hey, I have some good news for you."

"What an?"

"Today Brother Andra invited me to the boutique to replace his mommy who still had to rest at home."

"Heum" Goddess is only a light dehem.

"Reply answer that."

"Well, how do you keep going?"

"You come with us, so you can see the expensive clothes from the design of the famous designer Aunty Maharani Wi, not that your dream, to be able to enter the famous boutique."

"I'm gonna have to work Ra."

As the blazing flames of zara's eyes dimmed and died, his face bowed in lethargy, he forgot that his best friend had to work, so he could not go with him.

The goddess stepped into the kitchen and started cooking for their lunch and breakfast.

A glass of warm milk Zara sipped to the toilet, and two hours later Andra picked her up.

Preparations for tomorrow's graduation were already prepared on the table in his room, many times Zara researched again so that no one was missed.

Toga clothes, kebaya cloth and shoes with heels that are not too high have been prepared since a few days ago.

His goals have now been achieved, hard work has been fruitful, four years he struggled to find money for his daily living needs and tuition costs.

Ma'am, finally our wish is achieved ma'am, maybe you are the happiest person if you are still here ma'am, I managed to become a scholar ma'am, our struggle was successful.if you are still beside me, tomorrow we will definitely take pictures together with my toga shirt.

Tears fell from the corner of his eyes, in the view of the photo of the mother with eyes with fog, a photo of the last memories of the three of them with the father, and the, but Zara had torn it to the point that there was no photo of the father there.

Drrtt.

"Ra ready?, am I downstairs?"

A message from Andra, Zara looked at her wrist, it was only eight o'clock, it was still fifteen minutes away.

Rushing Zara prepared herself, casual clothes with natural makeup, was enough.

Andra was sitting in the lobby seat, he had come early on purpose, he wanted to invite Zara to breakfast at his subscription place.

"That's so big a sis." Zara protests because Andra picked her up too early.

"We ate first at my subscription porridge, where's Dewi?"

"She works in the morning, so can't come."

"Ohh, take my car to Ra."

"OK" Zara's cute smile with one eye twisting.

Andra was still glued, what dream she had last night, early in the morning was adored with adorable beautiful scenery.

Fifteen minutes drive finally arrived at the tent stall where the chicken porridge porridgeers sell.

The atmosphere is crowded with buyers both who are queuing for take away or eat on the spot.

Andra eats voraciously, he does not want to be too long in the tent stall, the familiar face of Zara of course makes the visitors a few times to look at him, although they do not interfere with asking for a photo together or a signature.

"Ra, is it belom?" whispered andra because he saw Zara still just stirring the porridge in her bowl.

Zara nodded her head as she felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave the place immediately.

"Sorry Ra, I forgot you ate at a tent stall that had a lot of people."

Zara looked at Andra who was focused on her drive.

"It's okay, brother, I'm not really bothered."

"Good morning den" said the boutique guard, nodding respectfully as he glanced at Zara.

"Morning, watch your eyes?" Andra replied with the end of the sentence sounding cynical.

"Huh, eyes?" satpam said innocent.

"K why are my eyes?" the security guard asked.

"Not to be careful."

Andra's short answer made the security guard berumuran not much different from Andra so memcelos.

What's wrong with enjoying the beauty that approaches it, redundant if missed, besides the owner of the face is also sincere, rutuk security in the heart.

Zara just smiled, Andra's possessive attitude looks adorable.

Andra looked at the notebook of all the items in the boutique as well including the income proceeds.

Life works as a model, making Zara know which clothes are high quality and ordinary quality.

Seen from the material and the model of fine stitching can be sure the clothes in this boutique are fantastic value that can drain the wallet until it breaks.

Dresses lined up for millions made Zara swallow her saliva.

To have a shirt that is so expensive, Zara will rethink, better to use to buy other needs.

Grateful Zara has a lot of stock of clothes from the results of the endorse and so she does not have to bother thinking about which clothes have been used several times with clothes that are only new disposable.

Zara will keep the clothes separate and will be given to others in need.

Starting at noon, several buyers began to arrive.

Many of the young people and mothers who are mostly upper class, they are so attentive to the appearance of those who often attend important events and parties.

By pouring millions of money just for one piece of clothing to support their appearance to be more confident and glamorous in their social environment.

The officials may lightly buy dozens of expensive clothes, but there are also those who only buy valuable ones not too drain the bag.

Zara smiled kindly as some shoppers glanced at her, maybe they thought Zara was also one of the shoppers at the boutique.

As the day progressed, Andra who had ordered catering several times looked at the door but had not yet arrived.

While other employees were already in the break room eating from the delivery of the restaurant owned by Maharani.

Andra's smile rose as a food delivery man came up to them in a hurry.

"Sorry sir, the meal is late, the streets are completely jammed."

It's good to call me sir, when I married your mother, Andra said in his heart.

"That's okay, thank you." Andra answered coldly.

The officer then left.

Andra opened the package and handed a portion to Zara.

"Is this brother?"

"Your favorite food."

Zara opened and her eyes were full.

The fragrant aroma of fermunghai burst into the room, his eyes sparkling brightly, his saliva almost dripping from the corners of his lips.

Both enjoyed lunch.

The employees get ready again after they finish their meal.

Zara also now looks more excited, in the morning she only drinks a glass of warm milk, and chicken porridge she eats only how much bribe.

"Joy, how is your mommy, sorry aunt can not look because just last night aunty came home from xx."

It was like the sound of lightning blaring beside Zara's ear, a sound she knew and wanted to avoid.