Knitting Tangled Yarn.
BLIND FASHION.
Before choosing the dress the God smiled while reaching into her phone in her pants pocket. The god is reminded of the father who has a high level of fashion.
"Ah... I am not very good at choosing a wedding dress. But I don't want you to be too ordinary" God said honestly.
"meaning?" asked Sascha who frowned.
"I'm sorry. I'll ask the expert" God replied while searching for Devan's number on his phone.
"Who are you calling?" sascha asked in confusion.
"There is, "" answered the God who deliberately made Sascha curious.
The gods immediately contacted Devan to get here. Meanwhile Devan who was in the office was staring at the numbers on the paper making him furious. Devan pinched his forehead while sighing. But when he wants to hit the table Devan's phone rings. Devan grabbed his phone while looking at the name on his phone screen.
"Tumben, that little boy called me," Devan grumbled as he shifted the green icon on his phone. "Hello."
This bewildered god could only roughly waste his breath. The god wanted to tell the truth but his face was already flushed with embarrassment. The god was silent for a moment while stringing up the words so as not to make the father laugh.
"God," called Devan in his stern voice. "Are you still there?"
"Pa, come to the fashion house owned by Mama Chloe right now," said Dewa no less.
"Why am I going there?" ask Devan.
"There was a friend of mine who wanted to ask for an opinion on the wedding dress. My friend was very confused to choose. Papa knows that I am not good at choosing wedding dresses" replied the God who was switching his words.
"Are you in New York?" ask Devan again.
"Yes... I was indeed asked to find a wedding dress" replied the Lord.
"Papa will be there with your mama" said Devan, who immediately turned off his phone.
Devan pinched his forehead while sighing. Devan just understood that the son is not good at choosing a wedding dress. In her mind Devan thought about how Sascha got married and was asked to rate her dress when there was such a sacred event.
Before standing Tara had already gone inside with the file. Tara looked at Devan's very boring face.
"Honey," call Tara. "Why you?"
"This month's report looks like something's wrong. Nothing matches my report and the employee reports here. I have to make sure of all this. I can't work alone here. I need someone to check everything" replied Devan, who put his pen on his seat.
"Where's Mark?" ask Tara.
"Mark is at the Chicago branch. I threw it there because there was a little problem. And now I need a partner to do it all" replied Devan, who was staring at the watch in his hand.
"What if I cancel my trip to New Jersey?" tara asked while remembering tomorrow's schedule.
Devan is reminded of God being in New York. Why didn't Devan ask the gods for help for a while? As if getting a fresh breeze Devan smiled devil while moving from his seat.
"I'll ask God to help me" Devan said.
"Are the Gods in New York?" ask Tara who is smiling sweetly.
"Yes... The gods are here. The Lord asked me to choose a wedding dress for his friend" Devan replied.
"Yes. You know that our son is not good at choosing a dress? But fortunately Sascha is very good at having fashion. So they can balance the advantages and disadvantages" Devan replied as he reached for his phone.
Tara could only nod her head. Somehow Tara was suspicious of the gods who said that the wedding dress was for her friend.
"Pa," called Tara who approached Devan when she opened the door.
When he wanted to open the door Devan turned his body while looking at the wife's face. Devan can only smile at the beauty of his wife. Before making his voice Devan hurried to pull Tara's hand while looking at her secretary, "If anyone's looking for me say I'm out for a while. I'll be back after lunch!"
"Okay sir" the secretary replied.
At the fashion house Sascha stared at the dresses without moving a bit. When Sascha fell into the ivory-white dress it could only exhale her. Meanwhile, her eyes were staring at the other dress that was studded with diamonds.
"When is that how much?" ask Sascha who started to take the price into account.
"Do you want that?" ask the gods seriously.
"I don't want to. That seems like an exaggeration" Sascha replied.
The god immediately patted his eel. Want to be angry at free Sascha. But there is a point also when the Gods have Sascha. In his eyes Sascha was not a girl who was too spoiled and not matre.
"If I count the dress, it can be likened to a Ferrari in my garage" said the god.
"Ah... I just want to cry" Sascha said.
"If you want that, it's nothing. Your mama will give it away for free. Also, the wedding day is the day that we decide to live with a partner. Every person who is going to get married wants his wedding to be perfect" said Dewa softly.
"Does my sister want that?" ask Sascha.
"No. I don't want to" replied the God who doesn't like dresses too much.
"Son this how the hell? Just said it's okay to choose it then why is it changing now?" ask Sascha who doesn't understand.
"You know I'm a man. There are men who are good at choosing dresses. We are not in sync, dear. If I choose this you choose it later you rampage. If you go berserk then where is my fault?" answer the gods honestly.
Sascha held back his laughter while looking at the face of the God flat. The god could sigh as he said, "What I say is true. Remember the case of the top brass of D'Stars Inc when buying clothes for his girlfriend."
Sascha's laughter exploded as he remembered what the Gods had said. It is true that they do not follow the latest fashion models. They came to the office while putting on a disheveled face.
"I think men like you are focused on work. How can you achieve your dreams, reach the highest throne, and seek peace. When it comes to women's clothing fashion is not too. They just sit down to play mobile phone while their partner is choosing clothes. The guy says it's good when the girlfriend is trying. Though the heck they didn't notice," explained Sascha who was justified by God.
"Yes you're right. We men have been too dizzy to think about the company coupled with the cases of the company that appear. You know how I am? The end of the work piles up. So you do not blame us when less good at choosing a dress," said Dewa resignedly.
"I understand brother. I'm sorry to ask for an opinion on the dress" Sascha said, apologizing.
Chequek.
Door opens.
Devan and Tara immediately entered while looking at the many wedding dresses plastered. Tara stared intently at the God as she asked, "Who wants to get married and have papa come here?"