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"Oh, yes, please drink the tea, Mrs and Auntie!" Mother said.
They immediately drank the hot tea until it ran aground. I smiled amused at their behavior. Maybe you haven't been drinking from home, so you look really thirsty.
*****
Finished gulping down the drink in the cup, the chatty aunty and grandma left the boutique. My mother and I can breathe a sigh of relief. Mother took me to the sewing room to measure my body to make a kebaya suit and a batik skirt.
Sis Dini promised that she would finish sewing it in three days. I rounded two fingers at him, then walked out of the sewing room.
"Mother... don't you suspect it, with the request of Bro Rey's mother?"
"Yes, Mother is suspicious! It seems they are after the treasure of the prospective parent in law Because the word rich is so emphasized by them."
"Even though they are already rich, what else are they looking for," I said.
"Hm, about treasure, where is there enough!" Mother said with a shrug.
All day I accompany Mother to the boutique. I'm afraid my hands will hurt and bleed again. Especially if you move a lot, you will feel pain. Just being reminded, Mother was already groaning in pain.
"Zaa, hold this bundle, then tie it again!" Mother said.
"Yes, Mom. Eeh, why don't you just remove this cloth?" I asked surprised.
"No need, it's a special material for next month's show," said Mother.
"Wow, my mother is really great. Always participates in fashion shows for famous designers in the capital city," I praised.
"Ahh, it's okay. You praise too much," replied Mother.
"Owwww...!" Mother winced in pain
"Duh, Mother's hand touched the edge of the table!" she screamed, clutching her injured hand.
"Mom, don't be careful," I mumbled, reaching for a tissue on his desk.
I gently rubbed the bleeding wrist. Then drip anti-septic liquid so that the wound dries quickly. Then cover again with plaster.
"Zaa Mother wants to ask something with you, huh?!" said Mother startled.
"Seriously, what are you asking about, Mother?" I asked curiously.
Mother seemed hesitant to ask, I waited anxiously. Afraid that there are things he doesn't like, so he has to be careful asking questions.
*****
Mother invited me to sit on the sofa, I felt nervous. Looks like you want to ask about a serious matter.
"Sit here, please! Don't worry like that," Mother mocked while pinching my cheek.
"Later, when you graduate, will someone accompany you besides Father and Mother?"
"Hm, why ask like that, Mom? Father and Mother being able to attend the graduation ceremony, is the most beautiful gift for Zaa," I replied.
"Are you sure you didn't expect someone to be at the event?" Looks like you're provoking me to talk about something.
"Mother is nothing, please! Zaa hopes that our family can attend. But the invitation is only for two people," I replied.
"Okay, prepare yourself and take care of your health! Don't get tired, later you can cancel the graduation event!" Mother's message.
"Yes, Mother," I said in relief.
In my mind, Mother must have asked about privacy matters, but she didn't. But I was almost provoked too by the question earlier.
Fortunately, I immediately remembered that my relationship with the CEO was calling down.
"Zaa, why are you daydreaming? Is there a problem?" Suddenly my mother was sitting next to me.
"Loh, are you ready to sketch the robe, Mom?" I asked.
"Well, look at this!" The mother showed me three sketches of the robe.
"Wow, you're great! Just making one sketch doesn't necessarily work!" praise me.
"He-hee, everything needs a process Zaa! You have to learn first before you can be proficient like Mother," she explained with a smile.
"If you often accompany Mother here, you will surely be able to make this in a long time!" said Mother while showing the sketch that had been
colored. "Wow, this is even better, it's already in color, Mom!" I said
"Yeah, more colorful like your life!" mocked Mother.
It doesn't even feel like the day is late, Mother is cleaning his desk. I'm having fun lying on the couch while surfing on social media. It turns out that Mother's workspace is also comfortable, it's appropriate when I was a toddler the most I felt at home going to the boutique with Mother.
The mother designed the workspace like a private room. Fully air-conditioned and equipped with a sofa and a small refrigerator to store drinks and snacks.
"Shall we go home now, Mom?" I asked.
"Yes, please! Why, do you feel at home here?"
"Ha-haa, feel at home, Mom! Feels like you're in your own room," I said, laughing.
******
The streets this afternoon looked congested, usually a lot of vehicle activity on the highway. Especially when I come home from work like this, luckily I know how to find an alternative way to get home. It's a bit far, past the CEO's office, but it doesn't matter as long as it's hassle-free, I thought.
"Where are we going, Zaa?" Mother asked.
"We're taking an alternative route, Mom! So as not to stuck," I explained.
"Oh, I see," he said, looking around the street.
When passing in front of Ms. Wendy's office, it turned out that the CEO's car had just come out of her office. The mother sees and signs with the color of the car and the number of the vehicle.
"Oh, that's Wendy's car!" said Mother.
"Indeed, that's Bro Wendy's office, Bund!" I said.
"You deliberately, yes, through the front of his office?"
"Indeed, an alternative route passes from here, Mom! That's why Sister Wendy never gets stuck in traffic when she comes home from work!" I explained.
"You know a lot about him, don't you!" Mother investigate.
"Zaa's been in one office for three months! Mother just suspected it," I explained.
"Hmm, yes," said Mother curtly.
I looked in the rearview mirror, it turned out that the CEO's car was behind me at a distance of five meters.
To be continued...