Dress For Ex
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Setoples spicy cassava chips became Navy coworkers. The music thumped loudly through a huge stereo that filled every corner of the boutique room. Sometimes drowning sometimes noisy chanting random songs. All genres and singers blend into one music streaming account, to appreciate all employees who are fond of different color music. Those cross-genre songs were dueling against the rhythm of the sewing machine. Mutually unpretentious.

Occasional chatter was spoken among the young tailors. Unconnected chatter is often heard, followed by laughter for those who participate in eavesdropping.

"Parani ae (samperin aja)," Laila said. His hands deftly inserted the thread into the pinhole.

"Huh? Rani's sister? Haven't come yet" said Niken without looking.

Laughter continues to break, especially Tantri. He had to refer staff to an ENT doctor to make sure no one with acute bumble fever heard Laila's favorite song, as a loyal fan of singer She's Gone.

"What the hell, rame mulu," the Navy scolded as he passed by. The girl decided to pause from the activity of observing the models of clothes.

He needs a new coffee while enjoying the afternoon atmosphere on the balcony of the two-story shophouse. The kids should be done until four in the afternoon. However, there are still many who want to finish the job. Too awkward.

Be a habit of turning home half an hour later.

"Nav, I think you're compensating again so the kids don't bolot. The real hock." Tantri giggled again. He retold what his ears had just heard.

"Oh, yes, I've been home. It's time to go home too." The navy doesn't care. He was about to climb the stairs when the sound of the bell sensor sounded much more noisy than music.

"Are you?" Tantri back, welcome the presence of visitors.

Navy's closing in. He peeked behind the wall and found Rhea was the one who came to visit. The plan is to relax, while thinking about the concept of a dress that matches other clients. She returned to her office space that was crammed by rolls of fabric as well as a display of semi-finished dresses. His tepos butt fell in the thin cushion of the chair as Rhea appeared

Even Navy eyebrows raised curious why Rhea still visit the boutique. What tactics made Rhea able to tame Junot. It was clear that at that time Rhea was holding another friendly guy. The Navy could see how Junot's anger could be harbored in such a way. As if, as thick as Junot has been in the past, Junot doesn't deserve Rhea.

"How are you?" rhea asked, sitting across her legs. Her thighs were exposed, showing off her tiered legs wrapped in roman-style sandals.

"Yes gini-gini. Busy sewing," said Navy flat. He muffled his upset face by sipping his warm tea.

"Ih, down, Ma'am. Discuss yesterday, Ma'am. We're wearing the outdoor, the tail's 11 meters, and the white's a little blue, yeah." Rhea throbbing.

"Is there a deal with Junot?"

"Udah."

"okay."

It was awkward talking to Rhea. He continued to swallow his tea until it ran aground. Though at the base of the tongue, it has been pinned the question of the existence of Rhea in the mall without Junot yesterday.

"If there are other alternatives, you can open the catalog collection under the table."

That's all it says in Navy's mouth. He gave up on his client's life.

"No. I want that. And, if you can make a six-person bride maid uniform. It's blood red."