Not Laila Majnun
Acquaintances

After sketching the character of princess Jasmin and the colors she will apply in the drawing are in line with the wishes of her new client. Laila then prepares to measure Sofiyah herself without the help of her men as this is the first time she has been asked to make an outfit with a cartoon character.

"I want to try to make it myself to show off in front of my husband. How does the reaction? Hihi....." Laila so carried away the atmosphere and could immediately familiar with Sofiyah.

Laila got into action by taking a tape meter and draping it around her neck. Asking Sofiyah to stand up straight as she slightly bent over. Actually when making measurements, the buyer should wear a fitting body fashion to minimize the possibility of measurement errors.

Using a tape meter he began to measure the circumference of Sofiyah's head which was fairly small then recorded it in the ledger next to the desired sketch.

"Just try, brother.... Maybe it'll be addictive...." Said Sofiyah who was willing to bend her hands and measured by her designer.

"Aahaha...." The two chuckled together like a pair of friends who had not met for a long time and are now looking forward.

Long enough the two were in there because the measurements were done while exchanging stories about funny things that happened between the two. Laila is happy because she now has many acquaintances.

He watched his notes return. Body circumference (LB) Arm circumference (LL), Shoulder length(PH), Chest length(PD), Chest width(LD), Shoulder width(LB), Arm length(PL) Arm circumference(KL), waist circumference, pelvic circumference, Arm wrist circumference(LPL) Breast distance (JPD) Peak height(TP), Checker size(UP), Breast distance (JPD), Back length(PP) Back width(LP) Waist circumference of skirt (LPR) Skirt length(PR) Hip circumference (LPi) Hip height(TPi).

"OK....." He formed his hand into the letter O while smiling satisfied with his own work.

"In the first drink of the tea, I made a price analysis....!" laila said while allowing her new clients to sit down and enjoy the new tea served by one of the employees there.

Sofiyah who was thirsty because she had exchanged stories welcomed well by immediately reading bismillah and sipping tea that tastes thick and dense. The smell and taste really calmed his soul.

While Laila then began to make an analysis of the materials to be used along with the price. Cost of construction is also another design cost.

"One million seven hundred and fifty rupiahs...."

Laila said as she smiled at the end of her sentence.

"It's so cheap, brother...?" Sofiya could not believe the price. He has a little doubt about his quality later.

"We use materials from Japanese cotton, cashmere, hemp also silk in some parts especially for bandana and in the neck. We use materials with good quality though not premium. I showed the type of fabric in front on the finished clothes. The materials I mentioned earlier are usually used for parties. If you still feel dissatisfied with the quality of the fabric we can use a premium" said Laila while moving out of the room and let Sofiyah out first.

When they went outside the room they saw Basofi was busy talking to a woman who was choosing clothes that were offered by two employees. Observing the tense faces of two of her employees, Laila concluded that the new female customer was the type of customer who was fussy and wanted a lot.

Sofiyah immediately changed her face. He looked for the whereabouts of his son who was no longer with his papa who was in his view was engrossed in his own world with the woman sitting not far from Basofi.

Laila did not continue her steps. She saw Sofiyah looking at her husband with jealous eyes and tightly clenched hands ready to punch anything in front of her.

It looks like Mia's sister is holding Nia'm and Sofiyah's son's little man is holding the baby's leg while kissing her.

Sofiyah followed Laila's gaze and her face immediately turned happy. He immediately walked over to his son with a smile etched on his face. His gaze could not be separated from Ni'am whose hand tried to scramble his son's hair.

"His grandson.... What's his sis' name?" Sofiya asked Brother Mia.

"Ni'am aunty's....!" Replied Mia with a friendly. His clothes have been changed. No longer the clothes that were worn when leaving.

"Sofiyah. call Fiyah aja kak.." she raised her hand to introduce herself.

"I'm Mia... This her son?" Asked Mia while holding the back of the little man who turned out to be more friendly than Laila had expected.

"Yes sis...." Answer Sofiyah." Onyo wants to have a sister...?" Sofiyah forgot to introduce her son's name she instead had her own mission.

"Baby grandpa....!! Follow onty yuk....!" He puts both hands on the adorable baby with his round eyes and his bushy black hair but standing up all.

Ni'am reached out to Sofiyah's hand and in an instant had moved in the small, narrow-eyed lady's sling.

Sofiyah swung her steps happily. She took Ni'am with her and immediately sat down near her husband who only saw the baby with a flat face.

"Whose baby is Ay?" Basofi asked who had grown tired of waiting. Fortunately there was a woman next to him who was quite chatty so as to repel his boredom by helping him choose clothes that fit his character.

"Funny right ko? We make a little brother for Han, right?" Sofiyah deliberately said it was rather vulgar to emphasize to the woman near her husband that she was the rightful owner.

"Now not. Han is a kid...." He said while facing her with his face looking straight ahead.

"Ih..... Look deh.... I want to hold the baby again...." Sofiyah was still trying to seduce Basofi who did not budge with his wife's persuasion.

"No ... play with me anywhere, what do you want to do, you can do anything to me.."(( Notwithstanding. Just play with me. What do you want to do, do anything to me.).

" Thats what you want...." (That's what you want.)

"I need you, only you.... I don't want to share you with anyone.."(I need you, just you. I don't want to share you with anyone.).

"Onyo wants a sister, right?" Sofiya asked her son who was sitting next to her.

"I want to baby girl..." Answer Onyo.

The woman sitting not far from Basofi immediately understood that the man he had been talking to had a wife. He sighed and immediately chose clothes to get out of there.

Suddenly the door of Mia's room opened and bang Alif came out with her slightly wet hair and a face that looked fresh and happy because it had just released stifling substances in the core of her body.

At first Basofi only turned his head for a moment but then he turned his head again towards the Alif bang and immediately stood up when he realized who was in front of him.

"Ustad...!" Sapa Basofi as he raised his hand asking to shake hands.

Bang Alif frowned trying to remember the name of the person in front of him while shaking Basofi's hand.

"Bags...." Bang Alif remembered his face but forgot what his name was.

"Basofi. I am his disciple ustadz Shafiq ustadz...." Basofi introduced himself again.

"Oh yes yes.I'm sorry I forgot the name. Understandably is old...." Bang Alif tried to joke because he completely forgot his name.

"This is ustadz's boutique?" Ask Basofi.

"Oh no. This has my sister-in-law. Well ...it's the owner who wears a red veil. If the green ones are generally children, my wife. Here mi...." Bang Alif called Mia's sister to come closer and get acquainted with Basofi.

The brief introduction between them did not last long because bang Alif had to leave immediately. A guest was waiting for him at the store.

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One or two more chapters end. My target ended up in chapter 112 but it turned out to be everywhere.