Dusk Sky
Changing the Mood

Head Dusk felt like he wanted to explode when he was early in the morning when he just arrived at the office and one of the designers came to him. Delivering bad news that greatly impacted his efforts.

"How can you?!" Dusk slammed the iPad that the designer showed on the table. Massaging his head which he felt was boiling and ready to spit out all its contents.

Local brands are launching their latest products. And the new clothing designs that rivals launched last night are exactly the same as the designs they will launch for next month.

And the thing that is increasingly frustrating Dusk is, the production room has cut the fabric according to the pattern in a number that is not small. But they are unlikely to launch the same products that make them have to bear considerable losses.

"Don't you see our ig feed?" Dusk did refuse to be called by mothers because their age difference is not too far away.

Dusk raised his originally lowered face. His forehead frowned at that subordinate. "Feedis? what connection?"

Since Orange is a full hold for all social media, Dusk never again takes care of the problem. There's a lot more important work for him to do.

Responding with a movement, the designer named Dea opened one of the company's social media and showed the contents inside which immediately made Dusk stunned by covering his mouth using both hands.

"Who uploaded it?"

Dea shakes. The photo was uploaded a week ago. For people who are not careful, they will only see groups of people who are meeting. But for people who observe every detail, the background behind them is an example of a design displayed through a projector. The design that they will launch next month and now only become wishful thinking.

"But the orange isn't that stupid." Dusk knows Orange. Although his best friend seemed slow in thinking, but Orange knows what the boundary between may and should not be. Moreover, this concerns the loss of the company.

"We did not accuse Mr. Jingga. But the only one who took the photo was her sister." Dea squeaks at the end. "Actually there's a good thing too, as our proof to sue them. Because judging from the date we uploaded earlier than they launched the product."

Dusk shook. "That's not proof. Since they've taken the plunge by stealing our design ideas, they must have prepared various scenarios to manipulate the facts."

"Then how should we, brother? the cut cloth will be in vain."

Dusk replied with a sigh. "Although the fabric they use is not as good as ours, but still the costomers will choose them as the first and more affordable price. We can't afford to pay the price to be balanced with them. All our hard work will be in vain to cover that loss."

Dusk knocks his nails on the table. Thinking about finding the best way out and not harming. Without having to sell the fabric they get imported with the best quality.

"Have you stopped production?"

"It's brother."

"You can come out. Let me think of a way out."

Dea nodded and retreated. Leaving the Dusk with all the clumsiness inside his head.

"This must be the responsibility instead of going back and forth his vacation." grumbled at Dusk condemning Jingga who only permits four days but has not returned after one week.

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The twilight only lasts until lunchtime. His mood did not support continuing the work. Everything he did felt wrong and wrong.

The design that was approaching the deadline seemed to be indescribable in his brain for what he made. His hands are not as agile as usual in designing.

Surrender. Dusk chose to meet her husband for lunch together. But honey. When she arrived at the office, it turned out that her husband was having lunch with a client who continued to meet.

"Mom was asked to wait in my father's room.. It has been ordered lunch to accompany the mother waiting." so said secretary Baskara when contacting her husband.

Look at his business-owned social media. Sometimes I smile when someone praises the product. Sometimes his breath was heard when reading comments that considered the price he sold too high compared to other brands.

But he has calculated everything. The price he sold was also comparable to the design and also the materials he used.

"Why hasn't it been eaten?"

A familiar voice brought Dusk up from his screen. Replying to the smile of the husband who joined sitting next to him after taking off the suit worn.

"Why haven't you eaten, baby?" reset Baskara. This time with a kiss on his temple.

"Males ate it himself mas."

"But I ate. How am I supposed to bribe you?" bargain Baskara who immediately answered an enthusiastic nod.

One bribe after another swallowed by Dusk. The indescribable one who said he was lazy to eat. Even he did not realize if the food in the plate had moved all into his stomach.

"So why is Madam Baskara who said he had a lot of work but instead sat lazily in the office of people without saying anything?"

Baskara knew there was a reason his wife was there. Especially when he entered the room earlier, the look on his wife's face was very depressed with problems.

But Baskara did not dare to ask when he was feeding his wife. Do not want to eliminate appetite Dusk.

"Vogi is threatened with great loss" said Dusk lethargic. No more spirit and smile that was previously present for the husband.

"Can't you?" Baskara was surprised. Dusk has a professional staff drawn from the Emperor Group. So it can be until there is a loss that is even greater, it becomes difficult to believe.

But then Baskara understood after his wife told him the details of the problem that brought the loss.

"Shall I have anything else, my mother?" moaning Dusk with glazed eyes. Not just because of the loss he suffered. But the disappointment of his employees who had made the design for weeks but had to end up sincerely taken by others. Become the greatest burden in the heart of the Sun.

"If the design is changed a little can not? who can still use the cloth that has been cut?"

"I tried the fox. But there is a sprain of its own because it is not the right nemu." lamented Dusk by leaning on the chest of the field Baskara.

"If you try it when your heart and emotions are no longer good, you will also not be able to do well dear.. Relax first your mind, cool first your emotions, bring happy first heart." gentle strokes of the husband feels soothing in his head.

"How'd it go?"

"Mh.." Baskara just thought what if can dampen the emotions of the wife and can make her happy.

"It's impossible to get out of town, I have a meeting tomorrow. So how about a walk to the mall?"

Dusk need not think to answer. She immediately agreed to her husband's invitation. Because of all the calls to walk her husband, it never ends in disappointment.

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