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open a ledger containing client data. On each sheet there is a detailed record of the date of the wedding, the design of the dress and the contact of the booker. On the last page, the Navy found Rhea's name. But it's still empty. The Navy hasn't measured Rhea's body.
The Navy copied Rhea's number, then contacted the client to meet at a bakery not far from the NMA boutique. This Navy startup boutique is indeed in a strategic location, no wonder many customers.
Fortunately Rhea was willing, it just so happened that this bride-to-be was in a cafe that the Navy referred to as a meeting location.
"Where?" tantri kepo.
"Deal met at the Flower Garden, Ms. Tantri," said the Navy in a defeated tone.
Tantri giggles, but pushes her cousin's sister right out of the boutique.
The Navy had no choice. He immediately started his motorbike. The feeling is getting worse. He's not the one who has to come to see someone else. Unfortunately, the condition of the dirty office space requires the Navy to stay outside.
Driving in a state of frown-head is not recommended. But a promise is a promise. Must pay. Similarly, the matter of meeting to continue the measurement plan of clothes.
Two days ago, Rhea visited a Navy startup. He just had a party at home. The family agreed the wedding would be held in three months, whereas Rhea herself wanted to suspend the marriage until she graduated first. After all Rhea has not yet heard the thesis seminar proposal.
Rhea was getting stressed because of the three months left, all preparations had to be completed. In her mind, she had to order her dress first, then establish an EO and catering.
Rhea even persuaded her future husband to come to the cafe this afternoon anyway. Since last night, the girl begged Helmy to accompany her on a dress consultation. Helmy gave everything to Rhea. He has been complicated by work, not also reinforced by wedding preparations.
The atmosphere of the coffee, chocolate, and sweet pastry flavor has not been able to get rid of Rhea's anxiety. He sat alone waiting for Helmy to appear. His gaze continued to be glued to his phone.
The Navy went straight to Rhea's desk. He deliberately pulled his chair a bit hard, because Rhea was too busy with the sophisticated square object, until he was not aware the Navy had called his name twice.
"Have you been, Sister Rhea?" ask Navy for a little chat.
Rhea smiled back.
"Lumayanlah," said Rhea while sipping lemon tea until the toilet.
Navy glanced around. He was a bit uneasy about measuring his clients in public places, but slowly took out a notebook, a pen and a tape meter.
"Do we measure the body first, Ma'am?" ask the Navy to vent.
"Oh, can. But eating pesen used to be good, yes," replied Rhea.
As long as there are orders, money can flow profusely, what is the problem?
The important thing, said Ms Tantri, the pay is big. Moreover, Rhea's appearance this afternoon was indeed luxurious. The dress I wanted was a little difficult to make.
"The size is in order. Then for the dress theme, what do you want Rhea?" ask the Navy, ready to record accurately about the dress that Rhea wants.
"Outdoor, the garden party. If there's a good blink-blink, huh?"
"Oh, monochromatic model dress, huh?" Navy opens monochromatic dress album.
"No exclamation, Ma'am. That stack-like ruffle skirt is good. But the tail is long and wide."
Rhea's eyes were so bright. Navy admitted, he envied girls who could get married at a young age, when the Navy itself has stepped on the number 29 years. Another year, he entered the club virgin bangka with Mbak Tantri.
Ngenes, the inner Navy lamented the status of a durable jomlo.
For some time, Rhea was flipping through an interest-filled catalog. Meanwhile, the Navy enjoyed a plate of comb bread to prop up his rumbling stomach.
Very quaint. The Navy skipped breakfast and lunch without feeling hungry at all. But turning off the tape of the meter, thread, and cloth, his stomach revolted very violently.
It was only natural that the sweet aroma of the cake had stimulated the appetite of the Navy that afternoon.
On the last piece of cake, Rhea's smile was on the figure behind the Navy. It just so happened that Rhea's position was facing the entrance of the cafe, making it easy for Rhea to monitor the visitors who came.
"Yes!" call Rhea more excited to welcome the light embrace of strong-bodied men.
The scent of sandalwood still emanated from his body that was wrapped in an expensive suit. Like Rhea, the guy was impressed by the dirt, when viewed from a circular Rolex on the left wrist.
However, the back haircut that clearly looks neatness in the hands of barbershop owner Axrilic; enough to be the reason for Helmy's delay.
"Sorry to wait a long time." Helmy's hand extended onto Rhea's cheek, rubbing her gently and attentively.
"Three hours, Ay. The old lo!" sewot Rhea, deliberately whispering. But Rhea's voice was too loud for the Navy to hear.
"Sori. His queue.... LO NAVY, RIGHT?" Rhea's husband-to-be was aghast while sitting next to Rhea. She stared intensely at the designer of the bridal clothes in front of her in disbelief.
