When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 39. Complainant
On a hot Monday afternoon, things in the room were just as hot. Mouthfighting continues to sound, deafening and upsetting the heart.
In a corner of the room, Dera tried to calm her heart that felt hot as emotions continued to explode. As much as possible he closed his ears for a moment, in order to dispel the voices that even made him more upset.
“Look at it, yes. Here the goods are not guaranteed. I bought clothes, the price is expensive, uh, the clothes are not quality and there are tears near the armpits!”
“Sorry, Mom, but the goods here have been checked in such a way before they were put on display!”
“Then what is this! Don't dodge, quickly return my money!”
A middle-aged fashionable woman, suddenly came to the boutique earlier. Angry while showing the clothes he was carrying. Dera was shocked, not believing what the woman was saying.
All this time he guaranteed, that the clothes he sold were of high quality. Also, before displaying it, Dera with the team first check so as not to disappoint customers.
Hearing the screams again, Dera got up from sitting down. His foot stepped close to the crowd between the officers and the customers.
“Excuse me,” said Dera, politely.
“Well, this is the boss!”
“Sorry, Mom. We should talk about this with a cool head,” said Dera. Still trying to be patient, even though the dislike gaze continues to be thrown from the complainant.
“Alah. Better get my money back, and just close this boutique! You bad seller!” The booing immediately stuck firmly in Dera's heart. Sick and sore.
“I've invited mom to talk about this issue nicely, but you're putting our boutique down. Remember, Mom, nothing in this world is right. If we are wrong, because we are stuck with the goods, we apologize.” Dera gave her rough breath. “I will definitely indemnify.”
People who are none other than Dera's customers, whispering with a directed look at Dera. There are more and more dropping Dera, some are defending him.
“Shortly. I'll get you the money,” Dera said as she stepped away from the crowd.
In the room, Dera was struck near the work desk. A photo album of herself and her mother, on the table. He could no longer hold back a single tear from flowing. Sick, disappointed and angry became one, but he could do nothing.
There was no problem with the goods here. All are safe, and customers are comfortable. However, today suddenly chaos attacked. He does not want to return suuzon to his customers, maybe he or his team is less thorough.
“If you can not sell quality goods, do not open it again,” said the customer while leaving the boutique.
“Buk, who is patient, yes. This is a test from God, so that we are more excited.” Yana rubs Dera's back, providing a little motivation for her boss.
“Thank you to all my employees. Even though the storm hit, we can still unite. Stay strong, friends.” Dera smiled, smiled back by all his employees.
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“You've had lunch?” First speech when the connection is connected. The worried tone was clearly heard from across there.
“Already, Mas,” lied Dera. She bit her lower lip, regretting for lying to Daren.
“Thank God. I am very worried because since then you have been difficult to contact,” said Daren, still sounding worried.
“Sorry, Mom. There were many customers, so Dera did not have time to hold the phone.”
Dera was determined not to tell Daren. She did not want her husband to worry. After all, the problem is clear, the presence or absence of customers later Dera resigned to God alone.
“Dera matiin, yes, Mas. You have a customer, nih,” lied Dera again.
“Ya, already. Don't be so sapped. I'll pick you up later from the office.”
“Oke.”
After disconnecting, Dera throws her phone at the sofa violently. Tightness in the chest is still felt, even bigger now because of his lie to Daren. He just didn't want everyone to be overwhelmed with his problems.
“You must be upbeat, Dera. For Mom and ... Mas Daren.”
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