Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
CHAPTER 4 UNMANNED WEDDING DRESS
Somehow Raka convinced her parents, Sarah received news yesterday that Raka still intends to hold her wedding and Sarah as her bride.
Two days earlier, Sarah still vividly remembered how furious and furious Raka had left her parents' house that night. Especially after Mama said, take Sarah as a substitute for Sally. This wedding will still be possible, only the bride changes.
A saying never did Sarah agree, but there is no courage Sarah to refuse if it could save the face of her parents.
And Sarah believes, Raka was not someone who easily agreed to such a crazy thing to do.
She may only promise to talk about this back with her parents but not necessarily pass her parents' request.
Marriage needs love and intention, not a sense of pretending. Deep down Sarah, how she wished Raka was just to calm things down. Raka is a man who is old enough to choose his way of life if Sally really never returns.
But Sarah was wrong, the cold-faced Raka stated that she was ready to marry him on the date, time and place as planned. And that, in a week.
Today, Raka's parents and Sarah's parents will meet somewhere that Raka has arranged. I don't know what they're talking about and negotiating. Sarah was not invited to come and Sarah did not expect it.
He was only instructed to carry out this wedding procession as arranged by his parents only.
Sarah's small steps stopped in front of her boutique. Then entered reluctantly, greeted by several employees who were arranging a window.
Sarah's shop is not far from her apartment. Sarah actually lived in her private apartment more than at her parents' house, since she set up her boutique. The reason is that the place is close to the button, so it only needs to walk ten minutes. And Sarah loves to walk from the apartment to her boutique.
The shop was quite large there were three floors, with twenty employees. On the lower floor is specialized as a gallery where displays and clothing storefronts. Various women's clothing with a touch of new classical dominates, because it is indeed the flow of fashion design Sarah.
The type of clothing sold is mostly houte couture with the label Sarah collection and there are several products with labels from some of Sarah's designer friends.
Sarah designed it herself for her design and 80% of the work was done by hand by some of her skilled tailors.
On the second floor, used as a place for raw materials, sewing and pattern studios as well as a place for printing and finishing studios.
Sarah went straight to the third floor, because that's where her study is. A room that is quite spacious as a design studio, where to design clothes during this time.
Sarah did not care much about the friendly greetings of her employees, her head only nodded slightly as it passed them.
Sarah had always felt that her study was heaven for her but today how bland the room was.
Sarah sat on the big sofa in the corner of the room and her eyes were fixed on a white wedding dress with a luxurious impression. The wedding dress was gracefully attached to the model. The dress she had designed from six months ago was lovingly made for her with a feeling. All of her abilities and dedication were poured out by Sarah to complete it.
Wedding dress with ball gown that is tight on the waist and expands on the hips to the bottom. Luxury that reflects the personality of the person who will wear it with a wide-modeled brocade material like a wedding dress from a noble family. In every corner of the dress studded with swarovsky crystals are sequins with Sarah's own hands.
Sarah imagined how dramatic the dress owner was when walking to the wedding with a tiara on the head and a long white wedding veil dangling, while holding the groom she loved.
And now the dress was left by her master without ever being worn by the owner.
Sarah's tears without feeling melted in the corner of her eyes, Sarah did not know if she would dare to wear this dress for a fake wedding that will be in her path.
In the past, Sarah had a dream one day on her wedding day, she wore a simple wedding dress with organza material. Sarah really likes clothes with a look through on the chest and arms. On the shoulder just enough detail drappery folds, just to give the impression of elegance. She did not want to appear as luxurious as a noble princess but only wanted to become a fairy on her wedding day.
At the reach of his phone, he tried to call Sally's number hoping that his sister could change all her decisions.
But Sally's number is completely off. Sally last called her mother with a great cry, in many apologies. Sally asked her mother to give up her decision.
Although her father cursed and threatened to no longer recognize her as a child, Sally still did not want to change her decision.
Sally was in Singapore with a trip to Milan, he said Bram was waiting for her in Milan. For the sake of her happiness, Sally wished her parents would not look for her.
All could not do anything more, now the best that could be done was to save the face of his extended family.
Sarah was only fixated on the request or perhaps more properly called the command, Marrying her sister's fiance to return the favor of the parents who had raised her.
His Handphonen voice resuscitated Sally from her daydream, the owner of the number that contacted was Raka, who was,
"Hallo.." greet Sarah without spirit.
"We need to talk," Raka's voice sounded so heavy. Sarah tilted her head, her forehead frowning. Has Raka changed her mind? did Raka cancel it. A little hope was tucked away in his eyes
"Speaking? about what?" Sarah felt herself the bitterness in her tone.
"Where can we meet?" Raka asked back in a tone that was no less bitter. Sarah could feel how forced their conversation was. Sarah remained silent.
"Or I'll just go to the boutique, wait for me there in an hour."
No time Sarah said anything, the heavy voice of the command closed the conversation.
Without a sweet closing word, the call is over.
Sarah was silent in silence. What does Raka want to talk about? why did he ask to meet? Why is Sarah suddenly nervous? Not because of any feelings, but Sarah never spoke alone with Raka.
And again Sarah felt no need to talk to Raka personally, because even if the marriage was still going on, Sarah was just a fake bride who had no right to speak.
Sarah grabs the handle of the intercom on the table, next to the sofa she sits on. Pressed C to the channel of the documentation studio room, before long the sound of Jen's cry from across.
"Yes, mom..." Jen one of Sarah's assistant designers is a man but very seductive. Her real name is January but she prefers to be called Jen, because of her female-like style.
"Jen, if Mr. Raka comes, deliver directly to my room" Sarah said.
Jen and a few employees already know Raka, having twice come to Sarah's boutique with Sally, for the concept of their wedding dress.
"Ok, mam." Jen was the only one who called her mam, while her other employees called her mom. Because Jen is actually one of Sarah's friends studying in the same department. From still in college he always called Sarah with a mam call. And after they graduate, Jen works with Sarah as Sarah's assistant designer.
Sarah put down the handle of the intercom slowly. Her eyes were fixed on the wedding dress in front of her.
Supposedly today was the day of the bridal suit fittings for Sally and Raka. But now, that wedding dress never had time to meet her master.