Marry The Heir
Surprise from friends
2 Weeks, being a solid time creeping and making misgivings for Disa and the team. during those two weeks, Disa focused on the production of clothes that he designed. Turn back to his partner's production house to see how far the progress of making clothes with the number of thousands.
The high enthusiasm of customers both new and old customers makes Disa have to think hard lest there be anything less than the quality of the clothes she makes.
“Kak, the crucial point is that do not get a motive that does not match what I made. Although this is not a batik shirt but the clothes I designed there is a concept and do not get out of the concept.” Disa confirms her wish to Mila when they check the arrival of the first kloter item.
“Ready! But I think their quality control is also good deck. Look at the seams, not the cans of the vendor of choice young master.” Praise Mila while paying attention to some of the clothes they started packing.
“Iya, the stitches are slick.” Can behind the clothes in his hands and pay attention to the motif he has made. Totally in accordance with his expectations.
“Experiently yes they are, I like. Feels I'm sewing myself.” Imbuh Disa's.
He put some clothes on his mannequin and looked at it from a distance. Then he smiled to himself. There was a sense of pride and happiness that burst into his chest.
“Which order surely I can't wait to dek.” Mila stood beside Disa and looked at the mannequin that surrounded them.
“Hem, I hope they can like my clothes.” Could be stunned.
In the past, every time you passed a clothing store and saw clothes on display in a glass display case, Disa could only hope to touch it. If possible, he wants to try it even though he can't buy it. He realized that clothes were never his priority because he had found enough money to eat and school alone was a fortune for him.
Wearing beautiful and comfortable clothes only becomes her daydream while hoping one day the daydream becomes real. But who would have thought, what is happening now is more than that. He can not only wear beautiful clothes that used to only exist in his imagination. But he can make the dream of many people achieved, to wear beautiful clothes. Life is never known what will happen in the future, just as Disa is now.
“Dek, if the current shirt is finished, will we open the second PO?” ask Mila suddenly. Seeing the enthusiasm of the buyers, it seemed like making similar clothes in larger quantities would give them an advantage.
“Ngak brother. I want to give you the same exclusive impression of clothes that customers buy. I also have some designs that I want to make. But before, I want to fulfill one dream I first.”
“Oh yes, what dream?” Mila was curious.
“Em I'll tell you." He took a business card from his wallet.
"Now please help me to contact this caretaker. Ask how many children have birthdays this month. I'll give you a list of some questions for kak mila confirmation.” Terang Disa while offering a business card.
Mila looked at the business card with a slightly furrowed forehead.
“Ow okay.” Sahutnya though still do not understand what Disa wants.
“Oh yes, this is me the same kids want to start packing yes clothes that are already so. While waiting for other clothes comeg.”
“Bby sis. I took my job first. Thanks yaa.” On the pat of Mila's shoulder before Disa went to her room.
“Sama-sama.” Mila Timpal.
Disa also passed away and slowly the door of the workspace closed.
“Kuy! Gaskeun!” mila shouted at her friends. They are ready to pack the clothes of the buyer.
“Siap kak.” Mila fleet, compact.
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Being in his study alone, Disa began to sink into his imagination. The sketchbook became his constant companion to create several designs. When his imagination is full, he prefers to be alone to focus on what he does.
Some pictures he made. Clothes for consumers and of course clothes for children. There were about 4 clothes that he had to design. Three girls' clothes and 1 boy's shirt. These are the children who have birthdays this month.
Like Disa's promise, he wants to make disadvantaged children feel at least once past his birthday with the clothes he designs. And now he begins that promise.
Staring at the photos one by one child and his hands began to move agilely to make designs to patterns. His lips smiled faintly imagining when these children were wearing the clothes he made.
The three girls were designed in dresses while the boys made shirts and pants. Yes ideas for girls are always a lot on his mind while for boys sometimes he has to think hard to find an exclusive design.
“Tok-tok-tok.” The sound of knocking on the door paused a few moments of Disa's daydream.
“Log.” Welcomed.
Not long after the door opened and the beautiful face of Clara was smiling at him.
“Hay. Annoy me?” ask Clara sungkan. Recalling Assistant Disa said that her young lady was busy making designs.
“I have time. How can I help you?” replying to Clara's embrace as an expression of longing.
Clara just smiled, then she showed the back of her hand to Disa.
“Gosh! Are you serious Claire?” disa exclaimed as she looked at Clara who showed the back of her hand embedded with a ring. Wait, this is the right hand, right?
“Wait, you married without ngabarin me?” Disa held Clara's right hand where the ring was embedded.
Clara gave a smile as she nodded. Look at her happy face.
“Kok can?!” between surprise and pleasure.
“Hahaahhaha.. Can you!!!" he cried with happy laughter.
"Gue also did not expect if bokap suddenly asked me to marry just as I marcel again vacation together bokap. My intention is just to give a surprise if marcel sleeps me in front of bokap, uh even immediately make the deal that day as well.” Bright Clara.
He recalled the time when Marcel had to prepare everything in one day while they were in a vacation position.
“Nothing marriage siri first, papah does not want to wriggle you nempel-nempel and seen a lot of people even though there is no official bond. That's bokap.” Clara told me innocently.
“Yes allah…. Alhamdulillah. Congratulations to claire...” Disa hugged Clara again with a happy feeling that followed.
“Thanks. But I failed to wear your clothes on my important day.” Clara was a little disappointed.
“Loh yes it's okay. There will be an official reception and wedding, right?” He looked at Clara with full attention.
“Iya. Two more weeks. But still, the first day marcel shook my bokap hand, said akad and officially as my husband, I just use a simple dress that you make time in paris. I really want to use Kebaya.” Clara Complaints. This was her dream wedding a long time ago. Wearing a kebaya inherited by his mother and perfected by Disa.
“Hahhaa.. It’s okay. The important thing is to be halal first. That's the most important of the relationship of two people who love each other.” Entertain Disa.
"Yes anyway. Thank goodness..." Clara smiled as well. He rubbed his face full of gratitude.
“Sit then. We discussed you want to wear a shirt that concept how?” Disa pulled her chair over next to Clara.
“Okey.” Clara began to sigh deeply, preparing the imagination that had been on her mind all along. The concept of marriage and what he wants to see on his happy day.
“Classic Romance's. Yes, I am the same marcel agreed to take the theme Classic Romance.” Clara said with certainty.
“Oo okay.” Disa was a little stunned. Started to think what kind of clothes she would make to perfect Clara's appearance while being the queen of a day.
Clara can't wait, what a brilliant idea Disa will make.
Moments of thought and Disa began to scratch her pencil over the sketchbook. A wedding dress whose bottom is straight with a little tail dangling forms the silhouette of Clara's beautiful body. Very quickly his hands moved while occasionally turning to Clara as a source of inspiration. The hand part he made plain and his focus on the back and bottom of his body which is the pride of Clara.
“The theme of the dress, broken white and light gray, how?” Disa began to give details and a little explanation on the drawings made.
“WAAWWW!!!” Clara picked up a sketchbook and looked at the design Disa made.
“I love it sa.”. His eyes glazed over to imagine what this shirt would look like when he wore it.
“Sykurlah if you like.” Disa.
Clara simply nodded with tears gathered at the corner of her eyes. In his arms was Disa tightly.
“Finally I will be married and wear clothes made by you. I swear by this design. Thanks sa.” Reveal it in earnest.
“Sama-sama. I’m happy for you.” Reply Disa. He patted Clara on the back and the expression of happiness that followed him.
Seeing someone who is a part of our lives get happiness, it feels very pleasant. Hah, Clara finally…
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