lotus
Ruckus

"good afternoon, can someone help you?

" by noon, I heard this is the best boutique in Bali and the brand has gone international, I want to make a dress that no one else has but me."

Women with sexy clothes and slightly menor facial makeup came to Lotus boutique arrogantly and haughtily ordering dresses.

"maybe our lady will help you make clothes that you like she wants"

Receptionists serve with a friendly smile despite being a little sultry with the young woman's manner and style.

"with what lady, we're going to let you in as a VIP member of our boutique"

"okay, with miss Sella"

With full confidence Sella makes a dress as per her wishful thinking even though she has to spend a lot of money.

"you're the desiner?

" no miss, I'm an employee here as well as a sketch consultant, miss can describe later I will make the details"

"no..no....I want her desiner directly...I've paid a lot for one dress..I don't want to be handled with an unprofessional person."

Sella said it was enough to scratch the ears of Desi who was on duty at the boutique that afternoon. But in his take nafa inside, in his resistant emotions because no matter how the customer is king.

"sorry miss our desiner is not in place, like other customers miss can convey all the unek about the picture of the clothes that the lady wants, she said, later sketch pictures from the designer we will send before we make the clothes"

"no..ngak..said his big boutique.gimana anyway, not really professional..must his desiner not only one, can not pay what desiner"

"sorry miss, it's already the procedure from the center, not just in the store as well as in the central company."

Even though he still smiled, Desi goiter with Sella's behavior that seemed to not know the rules.

"the point is I want his desiner directly..you contact him cepet, atsu want additional payment let cepet here.I pay..you write on my bill ...."

By staying insistent Sella sat in the waiting chair, her face looked haughty and arrogant.

"how about Desi?"

Whispers of other employees who are a little afraid to see Sella's peringai that looks like Miss killer.

"don't know, but Ayu's mom is going to Jogja"

"what if he's raging?"

"calm down if it's not going to be brave, there's security ahead"

"we call Michell's mom?"

"just the same, Miss Michel can not design clothes as good as Ayu's mom"

"but at least Michel can help face the woman"

"how the hell, told immediately call your desiner here whispered whispered...

You don't know who I am.... If I want, I can buy your boutiques with your desiners."

Sella really made a rowdy boutique that afternoon. Some of the visitors who heard, shuddered in horror and amused at his sight.

"you called Michel"

pinta Desi on other employees saw Sella increasingly becoming so.

"we have contacted our superiors miss, I hope the lady can calm down and not make a noise here or the lady will we call security."

"hey..you lowly employees dare to threaten me.."

Sella pushed Desi's body backwards as her eyes bulged out.

"even if you're a potential customer, we don't hesitate to evict you if you make a fuss here."

"jsngan presumptuous well you.. really do not know in profit."

The second argument attracted the attention of other visitors. Instantly make them a spectacle.

"what is this Des?"

"mom Ayu.!!"

Desi bends over and sees Ayu walking in with Arga.

"Arkala..... Didn't think you were here, like we were fools."

Sella looks excited to see Arga and put her hand on Arga's arm, Arga firmly takes off Sella's hand, making her shy and angry.

"what are you doing here?"

Sharp Arga aim, flat.

"i want to pesen clothes in this boutique, I want to pay expensive origin in accordance with my request even in the same expulsion of the employees of this temple"

Sella pointed at Desi's face in an arrogant manner.

"is that really Des?"

"no buk, earlier this lady wanted to make clothes but I did not want to serve, said she wanted to directly same desiner, trus angry angry, make a scene in the boutique, he said, I didn't know my mom was home"

"oh, so..sorry mbak me his desiner here, there's something I can help you with?"

Sella did not answer just to see Ayu from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair, her gaze cynical.

"oh so you desiner... Not very professional... Said his international boutique, the time there are important customers must wait for you to come...."

Sella sneered lightly at Ayu.

"That way you can help me, I want the best nightgown"

"sorry Sell it's not my field, Ayu who knows the most about fashion"

"what are you doing here?...you want to pick me up..."

Sella memgerling spoiled and laughable at Arga makes Ayu resist the smile of feeling amused.

"no.. I don't want Ayu to take things, we have an important event"

Sella glanced at the sadistic Ayu

I'm going with yah..please...."

"it's up to you. The event is open to the public anyway"

there was a mischievous smile on the corner of Sella's lips

it was like planning something.

"let's go to the sketch room mbak, I made a sketch of his clothes"

Ayu let Sella be as friendly as possible.

Awh....

By deliberately Sella scuttle one leg Ayu to fall, fortunately Arga swiftly pulled the body of Ayu who staggered almost fell and hugged her.

"are you papa Yuk?"

"i'm not papa"

"what are you, Sell?"

Arga looked at Sella sharply because it was clearly visible to Sella's leg that was tackling Ayu.

"sorry, I didn't intentionally"

Sella put on a dark look with a fake smile.

Although a little goiter, Ayu is still professional in working, he does not want to mix personal affairs with work.

Carefully sketch out the evening dress that Sella wants.

The glamorous and sexy gown opens up.

After the sketch is finished, Sella seems to smile satisfied with the dress that will be made right.

Perfect for her.

"okay.i like this sketch, the color I fit, I want this shirt to be in three days"

"sorry mbak, for the minimum of making clothes in our boutique is one week, it was for a simple model, complicated can be up to a month"

"it takes extra how much.I can afford to pay dearly"

"again sorry mbak, this is not a matter of price, because we put quality first so we can not make within three days."

"this is the best boutique, not really... Time cannot give priority to the interests of customers"

Ayu is a little furious facing customers who can not appreciate the work of others at all.

"if it doesn't match our service, you can try another boutique, one that can make a model this complex in three days."

Even though Ayu tried to keep smiling.

Sella's expression turned songong hearing Ayu's ingenious answer.

"okay, I'll grab this dress in a week"

Ayu sighed a little heavily, facing such a complicated person. And meng is his request.

"Arga I'm here for a vacation, accompany me well.we walk the road"

Sella was wriggling affectionately on Arga's arm which was momentarily brimmed by Arga.

"sorry Sell, I have an event with Ayu"

"who is she, exactly?"

"he's..."

Arga stops her word remembering that Ayu lost her memory.

Ayu and Sella looked at Arga at the same time.

"it's none of your business.you should use the tour guide .. I don't have time"

Arga immediately holds Ayu's hand out after picking up some items, Sella who is furious feels indifferent will immediately overtake her second and try to get ahead of them by bumping into Ayu.

"ahhhhhhh.."

Ayu's body staggered to the side crashing into the open glass door.

Sella did not care if she continued to pass with an annoyed face.

"Yes ..you're not papa"

Arga rubbed Ayu's head slowly because of the glass door hit.

Ayu only grimaced in pain, because every time there was a clash there would definitely be some shadows passing by.

"Yeah..."

Arga grabbed Ayu's body and hugged her looking at Ayu who was slightly absentminded by holding her head.

"i'm fine."

Ayu lirih replied in Arga's arms.

"we go to the doctor"

Arga rubbed Ayu's head slowly and gently

"no, I'm fine."

Sella who saw the scene from the car was very upset, hit the steering wheel full of emotion.

His eyes looked at Ayu full of anger.

"you must be mine Arga..."

His murmur was full of emphasis...