Not the Perfect Wife
148. S2 - Want to drop
"Darling, come on, let's go home! It's late" said Emran, approaching his wife, who was talking to Rini.
"Yes, Mas. Until we forget time" said Yasna. "Bak Rini, we'll go home first, yeah! Ms. Rini should not think strangely. I love Nayla too."
"Yes, Mommy."
"Dad, Mother. Go, go! Aydin, Afrin, come on!" take Yasna.
"Yes, Mother" said Afrin and Aydin.
"Nay, Mommy comes home first" said Yasna while hugging Nayla.
"Yes, Mother. be careful" said Nayla.
Emran's family leaves Doni's house. On the way, Emran wanted to ask his wife and son about their conversation in the room.
"What were you talking about with Nayla?" ask Emran.
"Father, ask the son of the father," replied Yasna.
"Sister!"
"I'm just telling Nayla that her father asked me to buy her a car. I just want to be honest with him so as not to cause trouble later on."
"Then, what's Nayla's answer?"
"He knew it from his father, but he was still angry with me. I don't know what he wants to do next. He also asked me to make another car that I love his father."
Emran nodded his head. That's their business, he has no right to interfere. Aydin and Nayla are old enough to finish. The man was also proud of his son who was willing to be honest despite the risk of their engagement failing.
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Today the store looks crowded visitors. Until making Nayla intervene to serve the buyer. However, suddenly the atmosphere was horrendous with the cry of a woman, who was angry at Fika, Nayla's employee.
Seen Fika explained to the woman, but she did not hear him.The girl also nodded several times, a sign confirming what the woman said.
"You should be able to maintain quality. How can this nice boutique sell clothes that have been torn!" the woman yelled at Fika.
Nayla who was not far from where they were approaching. He wants to know what really happened. This boutique is hers so, the girl has to take responsibility.
"Sorry, Ma'am. Can I help you?" ask Nayla politely.
"You see this, you've sold torn clothes like this!" said the woman in a high tone.
Nayla saw the shirt. It is true to tear, but not because of a tear, but because it was deliberately cut. He was sure there must be someone who deliberately wanted to do it, no matter what the purpose was.
"But, Ma'am. All of these clothes I've researched myself before and nothing was torn. Ma'am can see, this is intentionally in scissors not torn." Nayla tries to give understanding, hoping that the woman does not get angry anymore, but the girl is wrong. His anger is becoming more.
"What do you mean? So, your employee deliberately cut this shirt? Or did you cut it yourself?"
"Attep, Ma'am." Nayla picked up the phone that was in her pocket. He's trying to check something.
After a few minutes, tinkering with the phone, he finally found out what caused it. Nayla tries to stifle her emotions. The girl did not want to smear the name of her button, which she had already painstakingly built.
"Awhile, Ma'am. I'll call the police first" Nayla said.
"Why did you bring the police?" ask the woman in a bit of panic.
"It's okay, Ma'am. I just want to find the truth. Let the police intervene. I don't want violence in my boutique." Nayla tries to act as if she doesn't know who did it.
"No need to call the police. You are clearly guilty."
"Do you have any proof?"
"This is the proof" the woman replied, revealing a torn shirt.
"That's not accurate evidence, Ma'am. I have more accurate evidence, who did it" Nayla said with confidence.
Nayla showed me the video inside her phone. All visitors also saw the video. When the angry woman entered then deliberately cut the clothes earlier.
The woman looked panicked, it turned out that her crime was known. Everyone who was there also did not expect what the woman was doing. They looked at him cynically.
"Just report him to the police station" said another visitor.
"Don't, don't report me. I was just ordered by someone to make this boutique name ugly" she said.
He was terrified, many people he would have to feed at home if the woman was imprisoned, how would their fate be. Who will feed? The woman hoped there was still some kindness from the boutique owner.
"Who told you to?" ask Nayla.
"I don't know whose name it is. He gave me some money and asked me to make this boutique name ugly."
"Sir, remember how the characteristics of people who have paid Mbak?"
"Yes" the woman replied, glaring. "Hair is a little long, it's the same height as me. She has a mole under her left eye."
Nayla looked at the woman, she thought about the possibility of who did it. All this time the girl had no enemies, except long ago when she was in school.
"Thank you, Ma'am. It seems I already know who did it and made Ma'am. Next time do not do things that can harm others and yourself. I could have reported Mbak to the police station, but I wouldn't have done it. I know, Mommy must be in need of money."
"Thank you, Ma'am. It's been very good with me. Regarding the dress, let me look forward to it. Money from the mother was also a lot."
"No need, I have accepted it. Maybe it's not my sustenance. Anyway I don't want to accept money from bad things."
The sustenance is already set. Nayla believed in that. How hard people want to put him down if God doesn't want to, then it can't.
Everyone who was there was touched by what Nayla was doing. They did not expect that the girl could forgive him. He has a very good heart, but out there are very many teenagers who are easily ignited emotions.
"Thank you, Ma'am. I say goodbye first" said the woman as she left. However, Nayla prevented him because there was something she had not done.
"Sorry, you were before. I have not apologized to my staff. You were already angry with him, but he did nothing wrong" said Nayla.
Although Fika is an employee here, but she also has to defend her pride. Nayla had also considered the girl like a brother.
"Yes, sorry, Ma'am. I was angry with you" the woman told Fika.
"Yes, Mom. Its alright. Miss Nayla just forgave you why I didn't" said Fika.
"I'm sorry, too, ma'am. Sorry for having bad intentions about vilifying your boutique. Thank you for your kindness. I go, assalamualaikum," said the woman.
"Getishalight."
The woman left the boutique with her head lowered. He was too ashamed of what he had done. The woman was grateful the boutique owner did not report it to the police.
"Mom-mom, sorry to interrupt the timing. Please continue to choose it again," said Nayla.
"Yes, Mommy." Everyone gets busy with their own activities.
While Nayla was thinking, how to meet the person who had intended to drop her buttons. He also did not know the woman, meeting her only once.
"Mbak Nayla, you better take a break. It's lunch time" said Fika disperse the daydreams of Nayla.
"Oh, yes, Fik. I forgot to. I go out first, buy food for you guys too."
"It's okay, Ma'am. We can buy it ourselves." said Fika who felt bad.
"Don't be like that. Wait, yeah!" Nayla soon leaves the boutique to buy food for Fika and her friend Via.
Nayla always buys her employees lunch. For him that includes his responsibilities as a boutique owner.
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