Starlike
Chapter 1

Life is like gray. Not white and not black. But it looks bright, as if to say to stay strong.

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As it turns out, being an adult is full of complexity. It's as complicated as what I've lived this whole life.

If I wanted to ask, I wanted to be a child. Without burden and without thought. But actually.. All this time my little life wasn't as beautiful as I imagined it to be.

Being a child is fun. No one has to think hard, do not have to spend extra energy and do not have to be patient to face the rigors of adult life.

I know, before I got big adult life was cruel, cruel what I've been through all this time. For fifteen years I went through full of obstacles, full of injustice and full of tears without anyone knowing how I was mentally.

Don't ask me how I'm mentally at the moment. There was a sense of trauma and there was a strong sense even though I pretended to be strong in the presence of everyone. But in fact, I still cry when alone in the darkness of the night, with the stars that always shine though not bright.

Someone once told me.

" Be a star, even though he shines. Though not as bright as the moon."

Yeah, that's the word I've always liked. Become a star, though alone and not too bright. But he can be seen, though small and not bright. And will always be a fan for people who like his name.

And I prove it, the little star, the bright star, is now famous and looks beautiful in the night sky.

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" Congratulations on the opening of her new boutique, Ms. Dita." Guests came to attend the opening of my new shop.

" Thank you ma'am. Thank you for coming to my new boutique." I said, replying to my guest's hand.

" All together. Good luck always Ma'am Dita."

" Amin ma'am, amen."

I receive prayers from the guests who came to attend the opening of my second boutique. I endlessly smile happily at what I get with my success and hard work.

One by one the guests went home, leaving the boutique that has now been seen there began to come visitors along with their partners.

" Yes, right?" Ask visitor.

" Well, can I help you?"

" ah.. It just so happens to meet Dita! I'm the same my future husband wants to find a wedding dress mbak." Say to the female visitors with pleasure.

As if it was nice to meet me, even though I am not an international dress designer. But at least I'm not amateurs and always satisfy my bridal boutique claens.

Yeah, I'm a designer wedding dress and party dress. Since the age of ten years my hobby is drawing dresses princes in fairy tales, imagining with my own imagination want to draw clothes in the style of a birthday party.

When I was fourteen, I stopped drawing. Not because I was lazy, but because I hurt the books that were always full of scribbles on my hands torn with people who hated me.

A smiling bride-to-be entered the boutique, looked around enthusiastically as I served her alone and asked my staff to pick up books and pencils in my room.

In the past, I didn't dream of being able to be a designer of famous wedding dresses and party dresses. I'm just an illegitimate child, from a crazy woman who now lives in a mental institution.

Quickly, I got the nickname crazy kid away from my friends and in an all-out bully. But I'm not crazy, no. One hundred percent I'm a normal woman despite the blood flowing from a crazy woman.

Hate it? Yes, I hated my abnormal mother for giving birth to me in this world. But when someone tells me.

" Don't hate the situation, you have to accept it anyway. Because basically, you're chosen to be strong."

Yeah, he told me like that. He chose the creator to be strong. Strong will mind, heart and body. And do not hate the situation, because after all it will not be able to change the line of life. But I can change my life for the good.

My life line has been set on the creator. I can be sad, I can be angry, I can hate. I was born of a mad woman, I was born of a poor family and I can be successful it's all from the creator's terms.

Nothing is easy to live life, because life is full of twists and turns of salt on the burn.

" Yes, I want something like this to happen. Simple, and elegant."

Pointing to one photo of a dress ala princes, from plain chifron material layered into a flower skirt and a three-dimensional motif on the top of the fashion.

" Good choice, ma'am." My praise to claen flattered her and I began to explain the details of the dress she chose.

I let first how my claen-claen wishes choose a dress in the photo gallery example. If nothing fits, they will say their wishes and I will imagine in the form of paper doodles to form a picture of a dress and they will say

" Yes, like this."

It is not that we have to fulfill claen's desire to be satisfied and happy. What's more, marriage is once in a lifetime. Being a cinderella-style appearance, in praise of all the guests will make the bride and groom happy and feel happy. And satisfied with his perfect evening performance.

Likewise with my boutique, will get praise and will be famous from the stories of people about the satisfaction of buying a dress in my boutique. Until the listeners began to be curious about my design works. And interested in what you like in the photo of the model of the wedding dress.

Isn't that what is called free promotion without having to bother looking for claen. Utilize praise stories to be interested in coming to him, try it and start interested in buying.

For me klaen satisfaction is very profitable. And can make my boutique famous from his stories of praise.

" Don't forget tomorrow at ten o'clock we're meeting ya mbak." My smile shook my claen's hand.

" Same as Dita, right?"

" I don't promise ya mbak, but I'll try." I replied with a smile, although I knew this woman in front of me was a little disappointed.

" Don't worry mbak, this is my assistant, ' said Tika. It's even better and my assistant's postage than mine."

I introduced an assistant to my duos, a trust assistant to handle the clothes and also oversaw my second boutique with two new employees.

" I'm Tika, Dita's assistant, mbak." His words reached out to claen who was in return shook hands and smiled.

I delivered my clothes to the boutique patio, waving and smiling, ushering in her satisfied departure with the wedding dress model of her choice.

#The first customer in the boutique to my duaku.#