Starlike
Chapter 8

Ita's words made me doubt myself. There's no way me and Fathur have any deeper feelings. Fathur cannot love me nor do I love Fathur. We were close, as friends without any deeper feelings.

But everyone thought that I and Fathur were lovers who were always going nowhere and neither of myself nor Fathur was going with the other.

I had no more feelings for Fathur, only affection as a friend who had helped protect me, and who was always there for me.

I still remember Fathur hugging me tightly as I cried in fear because someone tried to hurt me. Fathur fought hard against two thugs himself, not caring about himself who was also injured until finally the thug lost and left us.

How scared I was until I didn't want to be left alone even though I was in his apartment.

Like a kitten, I slept on Fathur's long thigh-bound sofa and curled up while holding his hand. Once loyal he accompanied me to sleep until the morning.

So many Fathur sacrifices, so many and I cannot forget until now.

The sound of knocking on the door made me wake up from the daydream.

" Login?" I said, justifying my seat.

" I'm sorry mbak, there's our claen named mbak Jana downstairs." Nana.

" Yes, I'll be down in a minute. Please prepare to have Ma'am Jana ya Na." My orders.

" Yes, yeah."

I exhaled, I can't think of what Assistant Fathur said. I stood up, cleaned up the scattered books and came out of the room to meet my claen.

It turns out that my claen is not alone, he is with two middle-aged women and his partner.

" Good day." My greeting was friendly, shaking hands with a pair of brides and smiling kindly at the two middle-aged women.

" Lunch is on." Reply Janna smile fluffy.

" How about my wedding dress."

" It has become mbak, please try first." My love, told a couple to try it. And asked two of my employees to help the bride-to-be.

I had a chat with two middle-aged women who turned it into two parents of the bride-to-be. He did want to see the results of the wedding dress in the message of his children and also wanted to find clothes for himself, and in uniform with his armor.

Looking at the familiarity and compactness of the candidates for besan made me smile. I imagined about myself, how will I have a future in-law and will my future in-laws be able to accept my mother?

Why did I suddenly not become confident like this? Why is my brain fulfilled about the negative.

No, I can't think negatively.I can't think about what hasn't happened, nor do I know her parents.

I don't know his family yet, and I hope to have his parents accept me and my mother. Yes, I was hoping.

Like he accepted me and my mother. And like he ever said.

" Whatever the circumstances of your family, I will still accept you."

Yeah, he accepted my family. But he left me to make what he wanted to his parents and will come back after he gets what he wants.

Waiting for him, it's been ten years.

Almost ten years, and I've never met him at all. Just the memories of the photos and precious gifts she sent me every birthday.

" Well.. It's gorgeous!" The middle-aged woman exclaimed at the appearance of her daughter.

" Yes mbak, very pretty Nak Jana." Praise the future in-laws.

I woke up from the mound and looked towards the bride-to-be wearing a bridal party dress. So elegant and beautiful, according to what this hijab woman wants. Party clothes are covered and do not show too much curves.

" Good mbak, I like it!" The gleeful bride-to-be.

" Thankfully if mbak Jana likes, the choice of color mbak jana is also good. according to the theme outside right mbak?"

" Yes Outdoor."

I nodded with a smile, A very suitable color choice to celebrate a wedding party in the outdoor area. The wedding dress is gray with full sequin and I add drapery cloth on the back to impress graceful. Not to forget also for the use of hijab I added tulle cloth dangling.

And I turned to the prospective man who was also wearing the same suit as the bride's dress. They are so harmonious and so suitable to wear a wedding dress that I designed according to what the prospective woman wants.

Their satisfaction and praise on the dress that I designed so happy and grateful I get a new inspiration with the theme of Muslim dresses.

Pleased feels.

After trying and paying for the rest of the wedding dress, they say goodbye to bring the wedding dress with a sense of happiness.not to forget also the bride and groom gave me his wedding invitation for me to come on his show.

Of course I will come, give my gratitude to the bride who has entrusted me as the designer of her wedding dress.

But this time, I will not come with Fathur because Fathur is still out of town.

Not even a day I've missed Fathur, so funny.

That's right what Fathur said. 'If it's in the vineyard, if it's not in the cariin.'

Funny this heart, can reverse the feelings.

" Mom Dita?" Call Nana.

" Hmm, yeah."

" There's a package for Mbak Dita." Nana said, handing me the blue package box.

" Thank you Na."

" Together with mbak."

I frowned looking at the box, and I didn't know who the sender was. There's no sender's name, just my name on the note.

I opened it, and looked inside the box. I picked it up, smiling at a snowball or a glass ball, two bears hugging each other under the snow.

It was funny, and I looked back inside the box and there was a small letter.

I opened the little letter, I started reading and smiled even more when I found out who sent me the sweet gift.

From, Fathur's handsome.

That was the only thing in the letter, and it made me unable to hold back my laughter and smile at Fathur's silliness.