Dress For Ex
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"Yet it's blue, but the red bride maid, kinda–" the Navy paused to see Rhea's reaction, but the girl was busy with her own phone, "not a good fit."

Even kayak carnivalan, said Navy in his heart.

"I'm the one who wants to get married. Lo accept so order a ribu very be a person."

The navy did not dispute. Comments piercing Rhea inevitably had to be rejected for a while. But his intuition clearly said something else. Junot and Rhea will be in a frenzy nearing their special day.

"Please choose the fabric first, Rhea. I'm just gonna cut somebody's dress first."

The Navy refused to serve Rhea. He took out sharp scissors and folded two halves of the arm. With a pentagon curved line, arm length of 57 centimeters, Navy knows that the client's hand has a high posture and A body. Of course the dress type.

Secretly, the Navy took a quick glance at Rhea. But the girl flinched. I have no interest in opening any catalog.

Very quaint. There are usually no clients who are ogah-ogahan like Rhea. Usually, prospective wedding dress bookers will certainly ask all the details, until the Navy follow the dizziness to find other alternatives.

Rhea's different. He's too detailed, but a little stubborn.

Secretly, the Navy hates why boutiques are still crowded. The children have not come home, nor has Tantri closed the boutique door since.

And fortunately Tantri came to bring two glasses of hot tea and a can of balado chips as a treat. Navy doesn't have to talk about a lot of things, because his cousin took over the chat.

Towards Maghrib, a car was heard coming into the boutique yard. The Navy doesn't care. He was too focused towards the pattern pieces. But the distinctive scent of the perfume gushed in with the wind from the door. Navy thumb and forefinger stuck in scissor handles. He looked up and saw Junot's tired but handsome face.

"Old old?" reprimand Junot. He sat right next to Rhea.

Rhea smiled lazily, but she kept her phone in a bag.

"From calone to yo. Tenan's handsome, mayu too. Embuh iki when sing really ngisor when iso nyusule, ora tau metu," comments Tantri, with a nyinyir intonation similar to Bu Tejo that viral.

The Navy doesn't care. He completed the arm pattern as soon as possible and threw it at Tantri.

"Tonight overtime, Miss Tantri. Tell the kids. Anyway, it looks like Bu Tejo. It's nothing like getting in front of me."

"Gallak is very, really. If laper eats first, Nav." Tantri moves to the next room.

"Sorry about my staff. Avid Bu Tejo. His mission is to be a mother. It's even a bulukan, he tuh,"

Rhea did not budge, but Junot instead nodded in reverence, "kayak lo too, Nav. When did I get married?"

"Lo's camper!" sumpul Navy. Didn't accept being tapped by his own ex.

"Ay, we go straight home yuk. Maghrib as well. Navy's been busy sniffing from earlier. I'm fucked, you know, Ay."

Navy gnashed his forehead. There was a sense of displeasure because Rhea slightly skewed the facts. Who is the bitch?

But. navy bites his lips. He also intentionally did so, though unconsciously as long as it silenced Rhea for a rather long time. This is how you measure and cut clothes. No wonder the meeting with the client should be at Navy leisure. Not when he was busy serving other people's orders and had a deadline. While Rhea comes casually without giving - news first.

"Not a dress?"

"No."