He, the Unacknowledged
62 Rigid Temples
"Don't repeat, Rissa. Even though you don't like Khea, you're a girl."
"Yes, I know. It was just spontaneity."
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Somehow they made up for all of those mistakes.
Meanwhile, Khea's friends meet Khea. They worry that Khea will get back stressed and endanger herself.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Don't keep it to yourself, Khea."
"I don't hold it myself, I'm fine."
Khea already doesn't care what people say and think about her. It's his life, they can only talk, but never feel what he feels.
Of course, those who can understand all this are those who are also victims of sexual abuse. Dsn at least Khea is grateful, still has good friends.
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Khea back on the move, she went to the boutique, wanted to see firsthand, is it by circulating bad news about her, then she will lose customers? Are those who used to flatter him often, going to stay good? Will the contract of cooperation as a brand ambassador with products be severed unilaterally? Will the cooperation that has been signed but not yet realized be canceled?
Khea opened her boutique glass door.
Lonely!
He would not be surprised, this was already predicted by him.
"Good morning, miss," said the employee.
Khea watched the expressions of her employees.
"What's not comfortable working here, can go to my room, take your salary and severance right now!"
They shut up, and looked down. Khea then went into her room followed by Gean. The woman threw her body in her comfortable and soft work chair. Gean was the same, immediately sat in his own chair and took out his painting equipment.
Five minutes
Ten minutes
For an hour, no one came. It was not the buyer that Khea was waiting for, but his employees who would resign.
"Lake in!"
"Excuse me, Miss ...."
"Do you want to resign?"
"No, Miss, but someone wants to see you."
The person in question immediately entered. A middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful.
"Hello, Khea. How are you?"
"Aunty?"
"Auntie's here to order a dress. This is Aunt's best friend, her son's getting engaged."
Khea was silent for a moment, then she smiled.
"Please sit down, Tan."
The woman is Nio's mother, who takes one of her best friends to Khea's boutique to order a dress. They discussed what kind of dress they wanted for the engagement party.
"If you can, Aunt's son and his fiancee come here, so I can give you an opinion."
"It was going to be, but today they were very busy. So we used to come here, see if you'd be willing to design clothes for them."
The two women looked relaxed, not showing feelings of unease, disgust, or ilfil.
"Aunty can, yes, take a photo with you?"
"By, Tan."
The three of them took photos together, and immediately uploaded on social media owned by his mother Nio and his best friend. None of them talked about Khea's news, as if it had never existed.
In Khea's heart smiling, it turned out that there was still such a good person.
They—people—who saw the post of two socialite women, gave a lot of comments. So did Ken and his family, and Vara and his family. They did not comment, but felt claustrophobic at Khea's usual expression.
Either it's tough, or pretend tough.