Roses, Not Balsa
Go To The Textile Shop

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Laili looked so happy when she saw Frans coming. The little boy greeted happily even immediately ran up to Frans who had just got out of the car. It was clear that Laili was very impatient to meet a man who was so familiar, and looked so fond of himself more than his own father.

"Of!" shout Laili. Standing waiting just a few steps away from Frans who opened the back door of the car again, it seemed like there was something he wanted to take out.

"Yes, Honey. Just a moment," replied Frans. He only turned his head for a while and refocused inward and right, Frans pulled out some paper bags and there were dolls.

Laili continued to look so confused, what is that much for, and for whom?

"Om, what is this?" ask Laili.

"This is a gift from Om for Laili and Laili's mother. Payday, "answer Frans. The man smiled as soon as he explained to Laili.

"But this is a lot, Om." said Laili. Laili was still stunned in front of Frans who was now standing with his head down towards the little boy.

"It's okay, Om bought it too rarely. Come on in," take Frans. Stretched out a hand and Laili immediately greeted him kindly and the two of them entered together.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" call both at the same time. The two were so compact, making Mr. Nirwan who was in the living room immediately surprised but also immediately smiled.

"Wa'alaikum salam" he answered. "Eh, there's Frans Nak. Come on in here, son."

"Thank you, Mrde." Without thinking Frans immediately walked in and approached Pak Nirwan also rushed to sit in one of the empty seats. Of course it was also done by Laili.

"Son, what is this?" ask Mr. Nirwan. It turned out that not only Laili was curious, but also Mr. Nirwan saw what was below by Frans who was so much.

"This, there are souvenirs for Laili, Arsy, Pakde also Budhe. May you all like it." replied Frans.

"Oh my God, son. I even bother. This shouldn't be necessary, right?"

"It's okay, Pakde. Frans' mumble has sustenance."

"Oh yeah, Arsy where's Pakde? I promised her I'd accompany her to look for broken materials yesterday." Frans asked. He looked inside but still did not find Arsy.

"There, it may be in the kitchen" replied Mr. Nirwan. He immediately turned his head towards Laili who was already engrossed with the doll from Frans. "Laili, call me in the kitchen."

"Yes, Cake." Laili immediately got up and put the doll back on the chair. He ran away just like that making the two men of different ages smile anxiously.

"That kid, he's so adorable." said Mr. Nirwan as he looked at the running Laili.

"Pakde is right, even every day I miss him." replied Frans who is also the same.

"Have missed his son or his mother?" god Pak Nirwan's.

"What the hell is Pakde nih." Frans smiled, looking down because he really felt so embarrassed. Mr. Nirwan's guess is correct. He always missed Arsen.

"Pakde knows, even if you don't say it everything is very clear. Pakde just said, if one day you can get Arsy, don't hurt him. Just once she suffered and failed in marriage."

"God willing, Pakde. Frans will do as Pakde says. Because I really love Arsy, Pakde."

"Her son?"

"Sama Laili too, Pakde. If it's true, it's not just her mother's happiness that's my priority, but Laili's happiness." Obviously Frans.

"Alhamdulillah, Pakde is happy to hear it." Who wouldn't be happy if his son was approached by a man as good as Frans. Although only an adopted child for Mr. Nirwan.

"Mas, have you come?" arsy asked, she was right in the kitchen. His hands look wet.

"Yes, sorry I'm late. It was on a jammed trip." replied Frans who immediately turned his head. His heart was worried, was his conversation with Mr Nirwan heard by Arsy?

"It's okay, Mom. It is precisely Arsy who apologizes for bothering Mas." said Arsy so unwell. "Then I'll get ready."

Arsy wants to twist his body again, but Frans calls him and stops him from moving.

"Arsy, here. There are souvenirs for you and Laili. Hope you like it." Some paper bag Frans gave without standing. He stays in place.

"It's okay, just take it, Arsy." said Mr. Nirwan. Arsy looked at him.

"Yes, sir." Reply Arsy stammered. "Thank you, Mum."

"Either. If you can, you can just use it to go, Arsy. I hope it suits you." Actually Frans just wanted to see how Arsy if wearing his clothes. Whether it fits or not.

"Yes, Mom." Arsy is so obedient. Although very sad but he decided to take advice from Frans.

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Arsy kept silent in the running car. It was Laili who played some toys that she brought from home.

Frans occasionally glanced, looking at the beautiful Arsy with his choice of clothes. Blue gems with a waistband li strap. There are also other accessories that add a luxurious impression.

"It turns out fitting, I thought it would be greatness in you. Do you like it? If it doesn't go your way I'm sorry. This is the first time I've bought women's clothes."

So honestly Frans said that. He had never, even for his mother's clothes he just accompanied not want to buy it directly.

"This is great, Mom. It's really nice even. Elegant, but looks luxurious. Actually, it is actually less suitable if used just to go to the market. More suitable to wear to the event. If I was, hehe."

"It's okay, wherever you're free to wear it." Frans also smiled in response.

The usual clothes people wear when going to the market or anywhere but Arsy thinks it is not appropriate to wear it to the market. Is that so fancy in his opinion?

"Thank you, Mom. But there should be no need to buy like this. It must be very expensive, right?"

"Not expensive, just a few dollars. Coincidentally again there is sustenance and I see the shirt seems to fit in you, so I bought it." replied Frans.

"Hem," Arsy smiled wryly. Frans is very good.

"From tomorrow, we can often go three streets like this."

"meaning?" Arsy looked back. His eyes frowned confused as he did not know what Frans meant.

"I was transferred to a nearby company. So I can go home every day."

"Oh," Arsy nodded. "But there's no need to go around often, too, Mas. Afraid there will be slander. We are not a halal couple, if once or twice it may be okay, but if often? Someone will talk to someone else."

Frans remained silent and did not answer. It's true what Arsene said. But he really wants, let's say what people say, because after all ready Frans will also apply for Arsy directly. No word dating at his age.

"Alhamdulillah, we have arrived." Car stopped.

Arsy was immediately flabbergasted. "Mas, this isn't the market?"

"Yes, this is a super-complete textile shop. You can find whatever you need here without having to tire around the market." replied Frans.

"But, Mas?" Arsy was doubtful. Obviously what he considered was a price that could have been much different compared to the market.

"You don't have to think about the cost, here the price is lighter than the market. There are even many market traders who shop here. Come on." Take Frans. He seemed to know what Arsy was thinking right now.

'Really?' inner Arsy. Arsy went down still with doubt. How could what Frans said be true.

"It's a lot, Mommy." The more I saw Arsy the more I was amazed. Not only many of the visitors, but also very complete items. Even one spacious building only contained the sewing materials he needed.

"After entering, you will be happier. Come on," take Frans. He approached and directly raised Laili's small body.

"It doesn't matter, Om. Laili's big, must be heavy."

"No, Laili's not heavy at all. Looks like Laili still has to increase the portion of the meal so that it gets heavier." replied Frans. He stepped first and then Arsy followed.

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