Starlike
Chapter 4

The more we're on top, the more people who lick spit.

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" Rani's mom." I asked a couple of lovers.

" yes. Dita Ma'am, right?" Ask back.

" Yes, I'm Dita mbak. Sorry we're late, it's stuck."

" It's okay, we just came. Please sit down, madam."

I nodded and sat down in front of a pair of brides-to-be who asked to meet at one of the cafes a little away from my boutique venue, it's in a downtown mall and I just want what my claen wants. Sometimes I also need an open space with my claen to discuss about the design of party clothes that I want to use for his wedding.

I'm not alone, I'm with my assistant. We started discussing, starting to show photos of wedding clothes in the boutique before they decided if they wanted to wear the concept of their own clothes. But stick with me as the designer.

The concept of the bride's dress is a little complicated, but I can understand and I understand how she wants it. From the start of the sequined kebaya, and the reception party clothes with elegant models.

It took us two hours to discuss and feel satisfied when my claen was happy with the design of the clothes he wanted. Although it has not yet been.

" I hope the results are what I want."

" We will definitely try to do what Rani wants."

" Yes, I believe. Thank you." Thank you." Claenku.

" Everyone mbak. Later for the next, will be in contact with my assistant ya mbak."

" Yes, yeah."

" Thank you for trusting me, Rani." End my conversation with my claen while shaking his hand.

It's been almost an hour and it's made me not very tired, but it's also brain draining. But it's okay, the most important thing is all the deal and in accordance with the concept that claenku wants.

Satisfying.

Without any more delay because it has not found the desired concept. If it is like that, my alert level will light up. Because getting claen with many concepts and desires will make me start to be reluctant to accept his requests and cooperation.

But since I'm a professional person despite complaining I still accept claen like that.

I don't want to waste money and the chance to become a famous person.

My ambitions are too big.

Yes, my ambition is too big, too big for me to be a famous designer and also of course to be a rich man.

Because what?

Because I know, being rich will never be underestimated even though we have a very bad past. Indeed, a two-faced person, will lick his own saliva in order to get back near people who are already rich.

I wonder at people, why they avoid or do not want to be friends with the poor. Are they afraid of contracting poor, or they do not want to have poor friends and just want to be friends with rich people.

I believe God is fair. We can turn back the original life we always pray and believe in it, because only the creator can determine our life and destiny that has been determined.

Like he ever said.

" Everyone's exam is different, and happiness will come when you can pass it. Just trust your God, because in this world only the creator can make a life change."

Yes, only God can change lives and I am a person who should not give up to want to be a career woman.

" Please put it in my room, Na, I'm going out for a minute." I said to my assistant after arriving in front of the boutique.

Just take the assistant back to the boutique and I go back out to the place where it's time to visit the Queen Mother who will certainly wait for me under the tree while holding a baby doll.

" Yes, yeah."

There was no need to ask and tell my assistant where I was going. My assistant had memorized and already knew where I was headed in the early hours of the afternoon. Only my assistant knew, and never told anyone about my mother's condition.

Maybe it's a disgrace and it should be in privacy.

Or maybe disinclined by me. other employees know from the stories that if I am a village child, children are not able and successful can set up their own business in the city. But they didn't know about my parents, about my mother and about who my father was.

Ah.. Sired.

I don't think I deserve to call him father. I don't know who my father is, how he looks and where he is now. I told you, I'm a kid... It can be said to be haram and abandoned.

But it's okay, there's still my mother even though she has a mental illness and at least I'm grateful my employees don't know about my mother's condition except my Assistant.

Yes, assistant. And he's the only one I can trust for four years working with me. And my assistant is also a girl who does not like to take care of other people's affairs, like myself who does not like to disturb other people's lives because my own life is too heavy for me to think about at this time.

Before I headed to my mother's house, I stopped by the bakery. Buy his favorite cake, which when he eats is always happy and very solemn.

Ah.. And wait, I won't forget to buy bread to bribe the guards and the ones who took care of my mother. Surely it will make it easier for me to get in there.

As long as I can, anything I can do.

Yeah, whatever I do for mom.

" Don't want to try something else for her mother? There's a new menu!" Said the cashier, while totaling my groceries.

" What new menu, if there's chocolate I'd like to try just one."

" It's all mama."

" It can't be bargained!""

" maybe.. But the price I go up first huh. New mom can be nawar."

" lh.. It's the same if that. It's two."

" Okay, ma'am." Said the Cashier cheerfully and picked up a new menu bread.

Too often I shop for bread, can be said almost one week five times I came to this store to buy mother's favorite. So that's why this veiled woman knows my name and is familiar with me.

Yes, maybe it should be so with the castamer, should be friendly and easy to smile. What else we have subscribed, it is not awkward for us to greet each other and also joke with each other. But not all castamar subscription like myself, which is easy to joke and also familiar with the employees.

Because the nature of people is different, so many rich people who are arrogant want to be respected and reluctant. But they forget to respect each other.