MARRY MY LOVER'S BEST FRIEND
CHAPTER 76

We arrived home at 10 a.m. Mbok Welas must be watching TV. Mbok Welas lifestyle is very regular sort of scheduled routine. Every day wake up at half-four then take a shower, wash clothes, iron and make breakfast until seven. Mbok Welas then breakfast and wash cookware and cutlery. After that Mbok Welas drying laundry and cleaning the entire house. Anyway the hours before ten all have to be in order because the FTV show and infotainment on television has already started.

"Weladalaahhh Dik Arka equally nduk Kasih has come home," said Mbok Welas but his view is not separated from TV.

"Mbok, I'm tired" said Arka while putting his head on Mbok Welas' lap.

"Begging your wife's arm, come here instead" said Mbok Welas but let Arka sleep on her lap.

"My wife is tired too, Mbok. Kasian!" said Arka with a very spoiled tone.

"Mbok is tired too, you're not kasian?" reply Mbok Welas.

"Yes, I rest inside," said Arka then passed away.

I feel tired and lazy lying on my stomach next to Mbok Welas. As usual, I picked up a book and pencil and sketched a shirt. I don't know how much I've done, just to fill the void. Arka then came back again with her drawstring pants and her signature tee t-shirt. I asked Arka for permission to work, but Arka objected because if I was busy working, my time for her would be reduced. He also often has no time for me. I wanted to protest to her but it seems like I should be a good wife and according to my husband.

"It's good, I'm hoping you open a boutique" said Arka who saw a sketch of the dress design that made my heart flower, it was one of my dreams.

"But I can't make patterns, I can't sew either" said

"Later to register for the course, I look for the best teacher" Arka said as she placed her head on my back.

"Eh, if you make the same pattern of sewing, so the tailor dong, the tailor is not a designer," I protested.

"Yes basically it is, I used to want to open a restaurant also learn to cook when I was part of the table," said Arka and greeted mbok Welas with a laugh.

Yes, too, it's a good idea so I have activities, not just sitting with Mbok Welas watching FTV, Sinetron and Infotainment. Indeed, I had dreamed of having a boutique that was all from my work and only produced one for one model so it was really limited edition and seemed very exclusive. Like a dream that will come true. But, ... ... ...

"Not be a mas," I refused to be pessimistic

"Lho, why?" ask me Arka

"Fear later it will not sell, how to sell it try?" I'm starting to get desperate.

"What matters is that you have a course first, the one that wants to be sold does not exist, either" said Arka who continues to encourage me.

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It's been almost a week and today Arka came up to me with a smile. He told me that his friend's wife had received a sewing course and that it was private. Let's call him Maura. Maura's mother even wanted to go to her protege's house. I also agreed because if I had to go to the location of the course, kasian Mas Arka because surely he will be busy because he has to take me and pick me up even though I can actually rely on online motorcycle taxi but surely Mas Arka will object. Mas Arka then called Ma'am Maura to arrange the course schedule and with nego alot, I finally got the schedule three times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

Today we also went to buy all the necessities for sewing courses ranging from used newspapers to patterns, the best sewing machines, meters, and other sewing tools. Arka seemed very excited and asked me to present my first work to her.

"It's okay, I want to make a negligee, which has a rope on the waist," Arka said and made me laugh.

"You wear my negligee if you do," I replied while pinching her waist.

"Secondness, yank" said Arka again as if all this was not a joke.

With the help of Mbok Welas, we arranged a sewing room for me. It looks so big and fun. From now on, this room I give the name of the Sewing Room and then it will become my 'office. Mbok Welas who can use a sewing machine then try it. Mumpung is still a guarantee he said, so if something is damaged it can be immediately found out. This is even Mbok Welas who was too excited. Mbok Welas then went to his room and returned with one suitcase he said contained clothes to be repaired.

"Later to be a tailor first, made a board in front, let cool writing ARKAS TAILOR," proposed Arka that I immediately rejected

"ArKAS COKE? You sew me," I said as I poked Arka's nose.

"ARCASTICS. AR-ka KAS-sih," said Arka explained proudly.

"Kok be the name of the mas in front?" I still do rejections.

"If you go first it's rough dong, not good," said Arka while pointing to my temple.

I'll just say it for a while. If I think this includes funny as well, how could we have argued while I course not yet. It's always been something silly with Arka.

I left Arka and Mbok Welas in that sewing room. It felt so hot, I needed a shower and all the shampooing to refresh my body and change clothes that already smelled cool. Out of the bathroom, Arka was already in the room. Fortunately, I was already wearing a kimono towel, otherwise I would have been confused. I sat down at the dresser and Arka approached me and helped me dry my hair.

"You smell yank, you have a fragrant wife" said Arka while kissing my hair.

"Marriage is the same. .." I stopped my words.

I wanted to say GIV soap but it reminded me of my jokes with Clouds whenever he praised me for being scented. Maybe if there was an entertaining singing contest and I performed the most beautiful former song, I would be the winner. But what else to say, we will never be one, I am here, you are there, though my heart chooses you. And the lyrics kept ringing and spinning in my head. I must realize that I and Awan are over and I am not ready to be blasphemed by 95% of the women if I waste Arka. Netizen's comments are terrible let alone a kind of Rayi. I shuddered to myself like I was seeing a ghost.

"Kok bengong yank," said Arka who turned out to have finished drying my hair.

"No, if my hair is treated like that it's sleepy. The ex-ban salon huh?" I tried to cover up my unclear thoughts earlier.

"The salon lady asked for dong" said Arka with a smile.

"No money, no pocket" I replied with a smile.

"Well you're beautiful and fragrant, you don't want to have children from me?" arka said casually as if to get a bottle of mineral water.

I was just petrified as Arka's hand started touching my shoulder. If rejected there is no right reason, but if I accept it, then I like facing a thesis hearing with the examiner of two killer lecturers. Why at a time like this? What do I have to answer?