He's The Unaffordable
Chapter 153 - Best Design Wearers

“Erendira Bella Perkasa,” exclaimed the host who made the room quiet for a moment. “Congratulations to all selected models. Please come back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to take off your clothes and learn the rules when walking on stage. Before going home, please enjoy the dishes that have been prepared for all of us.”

The man got off the stage, then he walked up to me. He shook my hand and Vikal congratulated me. Being the last model to appear in a fashion show is the dream of all models. I still can't believe that I got this much honor from a famous kebaya designer.

Vikal took me to the table when the man rejoined the event committee. He hugged me tightly and continued to congratulate me. Just natural. This is the first time I will be wearing the best design of a designer during my career in the modeling world.

“Pak Billy will definitely be happy when he hears the good news. Honey, take care of your health, also rest your night. Do not let there be a single mistake that can make you fail to appear on the day of the show later,” said Vikal while spooning rice on his plate.

“Vikal, this is not my first job running on runway.” I rolled my eyeballs.

“True. But there is no harm in being careful.” He smiled at me. “I'm so proud of you! Who would have thought that such a bad event brought grace?”

“I had thought that the committee was playing me,” I whispered to Vikal. “Because until near the end, my name is not also mentioned.”

“Aduh, dear. When can you study in this field? Of course the longer your name is called, the more privileged the position prepared for you,” he said in a whisper. “If you perform well during the show later, be prepared to receive many offers from other designers.”

“No, Vikal. I'd rather audition than—” said I refused.

“Of course you will still audition. But from the invitation line so you don't have to register first. Do you understand the difference?” He shook his head slowly, as if I should have known it well.

We ate in one place away from other models and their assistants. Vikal told me what I needed to prepare, the care I would follow, and gave me a list of foods I could and could not eat. I've recognized all the rules, so I don't protest or ask further.

Colin was waiting on his motorcycle when Vikal and I got out of the meeting place. I immediately ran up to her and hugged her tightly. He just laughed. Vikal forbade me to go home with Colin, but he was silent as soon as my dear took out a thick jacket. I'm wearing long jeans and sneakers, so I won't get sick from the night breeze.

The next day, he accompanied me all day while preparing for the performance. He does not talk much or interfere with activities, as he just sits and is busy himself with his online games. Some people who had never seen it did not stop glancing at him whenever they had the chance.

Hm. Colin is handsome, but I'm sure they're interested because he's a foreigner. Things I find hard to understand. To me, Colin is just like any other man. There is absolutely no difference with pale skin and the same color of eyes and hair as the Caucasoid.

“Concentration, Dira, or I will send Colin home right now,” threatened Vikal who is getting more and more ugly. “Although your performance on stage was good, you should not be careless to hear the next instructions from the committee.”

“I'm just taking a short break, Vikal. The committee has also not asked us to gather again.” I gave him my drink bottle. “I'm going to the toilet.”

“Do not long. Carefully step in, and avoid booths whose floors are wet,” she said as I turned around and walked away from her.

The model friend who was also intending to go to the toilet laughed a little at my side. My assistant was overreacting in taking care of me. We chatted casually, waiting until our turn came. Because they are resting, other friends use the opportunity to take care of personal things. It wasn't until ten minutes, we had already walked out of the room to return to the training ground.

I stumbled over something as I passed the door and rushed to balance my footing so as not to fall. I looked on the floor to find out what I just hit. But I saw someone's feet and as soon as I lifted my face, I met Laras's eyes. Was he the one who grabbed me?

“Why do you see me like that?” ask her with a cynical smile. “Isn't that how you used to be chosen to wear the best kebaya? Pretending to stumble on stage to cause pity. Very brilliant idea.”

“Laras, you and Dira from the same agency. Why do you say that? You should be proud that she was chosen by Riani's mother to wear her best kebaya design. He who has the right to choose who wears his homemade kebaya,” said the friend who stood by my side.

“Do you not know whose child he is? With his father's money, he can get whatever he wants, including being chosen to wear the best kebaya.” The barrel placed his hand on his waist. “You can ask directly. Definitely what I said is true.”

“Are you accusing Mother Riani of collusion?” asked Vikal who suddenly stood by me. “Pak Billy is very proud of your achievements. Do not let anyone cancel this show just because of envy.” Vikal looked at Laras seriously.

“No need to defend him, Vikal. You also know that he could be here, because of his papa's help. He fell at the time of the audition, should he not pass,” said Laras did not want to lose.

“You better shut up, Laras. You've accused people without proof.” His assistant reprimanded while looking around him. “You have attracted the attention of many people. It's not good for you two. Vikal's right. Mr. Billy is very proud of this, so don't disappoint him.”

The committee invited us all to come back together. The training begins again. Our formation is not complete yet, as there are still friends who enter the fitting room to wear the kebaya they will wear. But we have a picture by the time of day.

I got a turn off the kebaya the next day. An unspeakable sense of pride I felt as the kebaya covered my body perfectly. I don't know what makes this kebaya called the best design. Because in my opinion, all the kebaya that we will wear is very good and beautiful. Matches our body shape and height.

There are not many parts that need to be changed from the size of the kebaya. Only the chest and under the armpits. The circumference of my chest is smaller than the size of the kebaya, while the upper arm is too loose. They won't take long to make the clothes fit on my body.

“Preparation for this weekend is enough. We're going to do the clothes removal on the following Saturday and Sunday. You will also practice the path according to the order in full.” He looked at the skirt I was wearing. “You have trousers, ‘kan?”

“Iya. I was wearing it before training. Don't worry, Vikal. I will take good care of myself and will not be sick for a long time.” I rolled my eyeballs.

“Better we bother now than regret later,” he said reminded.

So that our debate would not last long, I chose to remain silent. It was late at night, I was already very hungry, so I asked him to eat before coming home. But Vikal refused. She already had an appointment with the other model assistants to eat together.

It was a good thing, so when he invited me to come along, I said no. It is better that he join them. That way, they can talk freely when complaining about the model they are accompanying. I could imagine what he would say to them about me. She's afraid to tell the truth because of Papa.

The advantage for me if Vikal spends time with them is that he will tell me all the latest gossip about the models. I'm sure all those assistants did the same thing. The difference is, Vikal will never say anything bad about me, a single word. Regarding the fierce Papa, everyone already knew.

“You should be able to control yourself, Laras. Enough of all the commotion you caused.” There was the voice of a man I knew as Laras' assistant. I don't like hearing stealing, so I keep my pace. But Vikal held me by holding my hand. I wanted to leave, he put his index finger in front of his lips.

“Dira has revealed my secret to many people. How can I calm down?” shouted Laras with annoyance. “If it wasn't for Reese telling me, I would never have known that the innocent-looking woman had stabbed me in the back.”

“You just keep saying he's exposed your secret. What secret? I didn't know you had a secret, how could Dira know? Then Reese, how can she also know things about you that I don't know?” his assistant was frustrated.

The mood was silent for a moment. Laras and his assistant did not speak. It seemed like the girl needed time to answer her assistant's questions. Vikal and I exchanged looks. “A-me and Mr. Billy's son made several outings in his study.”