Dress For Ex
Invitation Letter (1/3)
Navy thinks he'll be fine for the rest of the week. He works as usual. Set aside behind a sewing machine, design patterns and pin a pin needle to every fold he wants to form. He forgets everything by rolling out sheet by sheet of cloth that wraps a happiness. Tantri had to nag the Navy who often skipped meals. Cuckoo attitude of the cousin that makes Tantri stay in the boutique NMA all this time. Tantri is a boutique mother, representing a Navy mama who works in Samarinda.
The Navy never again turned its head towards the Flower Garden every time it passed, either a round trip between home and office. Even before meeting Junot that week, the Navy always turned its head, caught a glimpse and got nothing but memories and longs. His hope was that Junot would wave his hand to get him better. Ever since learning how his ex kissed Rhea on the cheek, the Navy also stopped looking at the cafe.
He woke up from his beautiful dream. The Navy just worked until it forgot that it was collapsing. Tantri who saw him was getting worried.
"You enter the ER because you are late to eat, many will be made to bother with you. Aunt Yana ngomelin me, the children are not waiting for the design pattern of lo, many clients who cancel the wedding because the dress is hampered produced. Want to kayak that?" tanya Tantri, referring to her mother's name Navy. Before getting scorned, better remind Tantri first.
He caught the Navy vomiting in the closet after eating, due to stomach acid that rises. It was only natural that Tantri should bluff this time around.
It's a serious problem if it's been three days the Navy hasn't eaten rice. Only a loaf of bread during the day becomes a bulge of his stomach, then continues his relentless work.
"Can there be a problem, you're talking to me?" demand Tantri. The intonation hasn't gone down.
The Navy pretended to be deaf. His feet track the pedals deeper, as a result of the engine sound getting louder with the form of stitches that deviate.
Unfortunately the tule fabric of the boutique collection is up. And there is no substitute for the fabric to be the outer layer of the trumpet-style dress.
The Navy got up with its head getting frownier. He jerked his bag, picked up the key boy and went to calm himself outside.
It is better to shop for fabrics in a garment shop. Who knows by being in a pile of various motifs will create a spark of fresh ideas. Moreover, the distinctive aroma of the new fabric will only make the Navy mengingan.
During the few hours of being there, the Navy had already ordered many items. Then he realized his throat was too dry. After confirming the order would be delivered later, Navy passed from the store. He'll stop at one of the food stalls at the mall. Navy itself does not know the reason for turning the speed of the motor to the mall. The point is the Navy's claustrophobic about Tantri's nagging.
Navy daily shopping for a while, touring by yourself. Activities like this have long been forgotten. Since opening the boutique, the Navy has rarely gone down the shelf alone, looking and picking up items, then reading the components and prices. If it is suitable to be taken, if it is not returned. After one full turn, the Navy returned to the very end, returning unnecessary items. Then stop at the fried chicken booth and replenish its energy.
"Navy!" Someone has called him.
The Navy turned a glance at the most unwanted figure before Tantri met him the rest of the day. Navy prayers were not granted in the act of avoiding Junot. The sandalwood-scented guy pulled the seat in front of the Navy quickly. Deftly, Junot took out a stack of yellow and purple fusion invitations from his backpack. The invitation has not been given plastic wrap and labeled the names of people.
