Khadija
I am sorry, I can’t.

...12. I am sorry, I can’t....

Bluest.

It's been more than two hours Blue sat in front of his laptop. Choose the best photos and remove the undeserved ones. This is the first project to create a fashion catalog, of course he does not want to disappoint. Blue tries as much as possible to make the results satisfactory.

Blue eyes focused on one face. Although his face was covered in a veil, he knew what beauty lay behind it. The corner of his lips lifted up. Actually, judging from any angle Kha always looks elegant. Simple but classy, although to his feet still clearly visible in the photo.

Blue immediately shook his head while tapping the temple as soon as he realized the crusor stopped on Kha's face.

Focus, Bi! Focus... Blue refocused itself.

Five hours passed, for the E-catalogue was completed. Again, Blue play the edited Video, before saving on the flash drive.

The photos of the choice that have been finished in the edit, then added the description in accordance with the clothes listed. One more step, just raise the photo to then be made into a print version catalog, then the whole project will be completed.

Blue assigns the final task to Aru to print, and Moya rechecks the video.

The studio now has more than 15 employees. He deliberately increased the amount to prepare for cooperation with Riz WO which will begin next week. Aunty Risa as Founder, gives a job that is not too heavy for the beginning. They will start with the gender revival party event of a famous influencer in the country.

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Khadija.

The sky is still dim, not yet fully show the magnificent rays of the Surya. A wonderful time to enjoy with a cup of coffee and the latest newspaper. But not with Kha and friends. Instant coffee purchased take away from the coffee shop is enough to refresh the eyes.

“Guys... We start our work with Bismillah to end with Alhamdulillah, yes.” Kha said and led the prayer.

Finished with prayer, all prepare with the equipment in front of him. Kha gets gender revival party project from an influencer. A big challenge for her to begin with, but Kha is determined to keep taking on the project and getting past its hurdles. Sex determination events are indeed lately mushrooming among the public, after previously only heard events such as baby showers, baby moons, or just 4 and 7 monthly thanksgivings.

For an event like this, there are not many Flowers that Kha wears, because the main cast is a balloon. He has prepared blue and pink balloons of various sizes, as well as one large black balloon that has been filled with color paper according to client requests.

Four hours passed, the Decorations were almost completely finished. Kha reconsidered for finishing. The board is coated with white cloth, affixed Boy or girl writing as background, decorated with blue and pink balloons to form later L.

“Background, Ok!” kha said thumbs up on the crew. Then switch to checking the standing flower. Still with the same color, Kha only wears roses in blue, pink, and white. Standing flowers are placed on each side of the background.

Satisfied to check the flowers and backdrop, Kha shifted a long shirt that he also ornamented with flowers on all sides, a table that will later be filled various cakes by the catering section.

“Ok, guys! All done, thanks for your hard work today,” Kha glanced at the wrist, “Events will start 2 hours from now, and may end the night. I have contacted the cleaning service to clean up after the event is over.” continued Kha.

Kha and the crew cleaned up the unused items, then left together to leave the location that he had been working on.

In the middle of the road, Kha crosses paths with Blue and his team.

“Team you are a decorator, Kha?” ask Blue. Kha nodded and simply replied with the word 'hmm'. Kha again stepped after the others, but stopped because of Blue's call.

“Not want to wait here?”

Kha. His forehead wiggled.

“Again there is still less or wrong decor.” added Blue.

“I've checked everything, Mas. All finished according to the order.” saw Blue nod, Kha then rushed away following his crew.

Before getting into the car, once again Kha turned her head, she still clearly saw Blue standing looking at her. There was a strange feeling as Blue stared at her with a smile. Where's the cuckoo Blue? Later, the tall man looked different, like an iceberg that had finally melted away.

It was already evening when they arrived at the shophouse. Kha running around small, he wants to go inside and carry out his obligations because time is running out. From the outside glass, he saw the silhouette of a man's body. Obviously the owner of the body is Barid.

“Assalamualaikum.” said Khasaat entered followed by others.

“New home?” Kha nodded answering Barid's question.

“Mas Barid want to order flowers?”

“Yes, I have something to talk to you about.”

“Bby, but I want permission to pray for a while. Mas Barid please choose the flowers, later let Dipa frame.” Kha passed after allowing Barid to sit in wait.

After the prayer, Kha saw the light from her phone glow. Several incoming message notifications were visible there. There is one message that makes him interested in opening quickly.

The decor is cool, the client also looks satisfied. Good job, Kha.

Write Blue on a message with a smiley emoticon. Kha is relieved to hear information if the client is satisfied, and what makes him pull the corners of the lips, is him... He gives the information in between his busyness.

Soon he typed a reply. Thank you, Mas. Not forgetting the same emoticons.

“Bunga order Mas Barid already, Dip?” Dipa glanced sharply at Barid who was still busy with his clothing. “Belom! It wants the same you, very strange man.” shoot.

Barid's habit that makes Dipa and others surprised, the man often ordered flowers for whom, but Kha must work. Barid does not want if the flower order is assembled by someone else. It was also what made the employees make the plumbing material, saying if Barid put his heart on Kha. And Kha? He was still unmoved not responding to anything that his friends said.

“Who are these flowers for?” asked Kha without looking at Barid. Barid sat in the front seat of the cashier, piling both hands together to serve as a head pad.

“Who else if not my Mama, I want a beautiful flower to be placed in a vase.” reply Barid. “I love your artificial flowers, Kha.” continued Barid, Kha only responded with a smile.

Barid's eye tail always follows Kha's movements wherever Kha steps. He was conscious, but still focused on arranging flowers and putting on a tube box.

“Sweet peachy pink blossom box.” Kha handed her the flowers. Pink roses, inserted in a box with pink tulips and white daffodils, she also adds lavender to sweeten.

“Wahh... The more here your flowers are more beautiful.” praise Barid to look at the amazement of flowers in front of him.

“Because of that the price is also more expensive.” reply Kha while giving a bill.

“Oh, yes. I'm graduating next week. You want to attend, Kha?”

“I?”

Barid nodded, staring expectantly. “I want, my special day to be attended by the people who are important in my life.”

“I bu-”

“You are an important person in my life, Kha.”

The deg!

She's not a stupid woman who doesn't understand the meaning of Barid's words. Of all Barid's attitude towards him so far has been very clear. But anyway, he only thinks of Barid as the younger brother of the shopkeeper next door, or just a customer in his shop, nothing more.

“Sorry, Mom. I can't, my schedule next week is full. After all, I think I am not an important person for Mas Barid.” by force, Kha must reject it firmly. Maybe his words were too honest and straightforward, could have made Barid hurt. But he must do so that in the future there is no hope that is not in accordance with the wishes.

Until this moment, the focus was only on work and parents. As to who will be his life companion, he fully entrusts to God. He believed that his destiny had been neatly arranged in Lauhul mahfuz.

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