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Alma, Dea, and Dean visit Qanita's house in thanksgiving as well as prayers for her departure to the international fashion show competition.
the event which was in a simple degree and only attended by the mother of the study and also some orphans was solemn and smooth until it was completed. Alma and Dea do not go home immediately because they choose to help Qanita in cleaning up her messy house.
Midea had just finished her last job in Qanita's kitchen. One last plate he had washed cleanly. And intend to get back together with people who have been considered family for her to pass the end of her week on this day.
As the woman passed through the design room of her aunt Arjun, she accidentally caught the net on some manikins that were fitted with south asian bridal clothing on the manikin.
She was so curious about the wedding dress displayed in the room that said "private room" on the frame from the door of the workspace Qanita. Midea brought herself closer to the bride's manicin by recklessly barging into the private room.
her Netre pupils opened wide upon seeing the contents of such a luxurious room with a few wedding dress manikins inside her.
"so pretty". Hiss Midea stared in amazement at the lavish and elegant looking wedding dress.
Midea noticed in each manikin wearing a dress that has a different color with different motifs as well. However, the unique and distinctive impression on the wedding dress did not escape the characteristics of her country aunty Qanita.
"Maybe because Aunt Qanita is the descendant of people there times huh? so he wants to introduce his culture through this work.just like Arjun who also likes to introduce his mother's country through food". Thought it.
"hmm.or even aunt Qanita herself who does have many ideas in her mind that she kept all this time. And only now can he overflow in the image of his design. So the creation of a beautiful dress like this". Midea began to speculate with her current thinking.
Midea smiled as she looked in amazement at the creation of Aunt Qanita. He touched a cloth that came from a soft material and was also comfortable to wear in the sacred event.
"what's the fashion theme about the wedding?".he muttered in his heart while staring in amazement at the wedding dress with the scarf that was long decomposed down touching the marble floor.
"it's so pretty. it's beautiful and luxurious. It must be expensive to order". Dea murmured in her heart at this moment.
with a small smile, Dea stared at the gold sequin dress that almost covered the entire lower dress and the top with a motif that remained the hallmark of the country. It is in line with a bright red cloth that symbolizes courage.
Netra Midea did not stop there one by one wedding dress she noticed very well the details of the pattern and color until her gaze was fixed on a manikin located in the corner of the design room.
the look of the manikin is very different from the previous dress dress. If the other dress uses the typical color of the wedding dress generally from the country. Precisely this color looks very different from the others.
"tosca??". His fizz slowly while slowly touching the silk fabric with the number one quality.
again she was amazed at the look of a simple wedding dress model but so elegant in view.
at once he remembered himself, if not once he wore or ever tried a wedding dress on his body during his memory. Good when she became a model. or even at the time of his wedding with Justin, there was no name just wearing kebaya in his kabul ijab what else is a beautiful wedding dress as he sees today.
Midea lowered her gaze while sighing for a moment. It intends to go from there on from its mind to continue to dissolve in that unnecessary past.
As he turned his body suddenly he was startled at the figure of a middle-aged woman who was smiling knots staring at him.
"c.an.te..". Hissing softly..
qanita's gaze and smile were enough to make her feel nervous, because really he feels bad if Qanita is currently thinking and holding himself too presumptuous by daring to enter his work space women who have been good to him and his child so far.
While the woman named Qanita widened her smile even more.
"do you like it?". Ask the woman who has responded to him as a child.
Dea, who was still trying to neutralize her heartbeat, tried to examine her when she asked him a question.
"do you like that dress?". Qanita asked Midea the question a second time.
"us.ka.tan.te..". Midea answered while biting her lower lip in embarrassment.
"of the dresses here which one do you like better, De?". Ask Qanita who intends to ask the opinion of women who have jumped into the world of modeling.
"a..ku. .?. Aunt asked for my opinion??". Midea asked nervously and pessimistically if a Qanita would ask for her current opinion after what she had done earlier in the house of this woman before her.
"yes. What do you think about the results of all aunt's plans?".what do you think
are you lacking?. Or maybe the knick is too excessive?". Qanita asked.
"everything is beautiful and also beautiful aunt. I like". His mouth while smiling.
" but unfortunately this dress must have had its own size in each body of the model that they will show on the catwalk stage later". Midea muttered in her heart.
"really?". Qanita Tanya made sure .
"well thank you Dee. Aunty happy to be satisfied now?". Qanita.
"same same aunt". Sahut Dea clumsily stared silently at the small activity of Qanita who rechecked the results of his design.
They were silent for a moment then Dea tried to ventured to ask about the wedding dress that was different from the color in general from the typical south asian wedding dress. Even though he hesitated to start
"tan.te". call Midea slowly but quite heard by the beautiful middle-aged woman.
"yes. What's the matter De?". Ask Qanita.
"about tosca". Midea said doubtfully
"tosca??".Qanita asked to confirm her hearing.
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