My Kenzo
Rara And Rambo

The boutique manager smiled, looking down at the two customers. A tad? No, the nature of Keyla is still the same as before, dozens of dresses and shoes bought from the large boutique.

The boutique manager let out a rough smile, maybe this monthly sales target will exceed what it should be. It was a huge bonus for him.

The right decision to sell her dress to Keyla. Does not make the customer who shop the most, offended.

"Tonight we have dinner together!! I'm the one who's dealt with!!" said the manager to his subordinates excitedly. Everyone applauded, and thanked him.

But maybe only temporarily, until the true boutique owner is a transvestite come. Wearing a woman's nightgown, still with long hair not combed. His voice usually sounded gracefully weakly trembling, now showing his original voice. A man's baritone voice clashed across the table in front of the manager in a fit of rage.

"Today which women come to the boutique!?" his frustration reached the crown. Be a good-looking, long-haired transvestite in a women's dress. Yet without that body of oppressors it gave off its masculine aura.

Even too masculine, like a mafia gang leader.

"Ti.. not much, just some customers from the upper class." said the manager who incidentally a real man.

"Baj*mom!! There are three women among them that you expelled!?" it snapped with a really high baritone tone. A thunderous sound like lightning filled the entire room.

The manager clenched his forehead, his cold sweat pouring out, staring at his boss who from Rara was weakly trembling, turned into Rambo complete with his basokanya. However, as hard as it was trying to remember the only dissatisfied customers were just three strange ladies dressed in middle class.

"A. There are but they don't shop. Just try, buy one thing, go after offending another visitor." he replied.

Can't, no longer angry, the boutique manager's collar is pulled, even hitting him hard in the face. Up to the bruise, the transvestite was like a normal man today.

"Master.eh is wrong, ma'am.I am innocent, those who are looking for a cause." the store manager was still sitting on the floor, having fallen down with a bruise on his face.

"Who's wrong, doesn't matter!! You know who the three women who came were!?" his legs, which still wear slippers sleeping rabbit fur motif, placed on the shoulder of the manager, full of humiliation.

"Si... who...?" ask the manager.

"Three people are supposed to be VVIP guests, if they can cooperate with their husbands. Our boutique is lucky to have them, now it's a bad luck!! The wife of the owner of JH Corporation, the wife of the commissioner of Bold Company, the other wife of the owner of W&G Company." The collar of his clothes was pulled back.

The manager was stunned, the entourage of businesswives carrying containers from street food snacks everywhere? Even on foot, without bodyguards? No!! There is no way that it must be wrong people can't be the three strange women.

"There's no way they have a connection. Me.. they, not even got in the car and brought the bodyguards." he said back in fear.

That vicious face was seen again,"Listen!! My father works at JH Corporation. Lucky subordinates who assigned the owner to take this boutique any way is my father's best friend. So my dad could have warned me earlier,"

"Go!! Find the three women now!! Apologize!! Kneel down!! Kiss her feet!! It's up to you to do what they're willing to do to get back here!!" Stern words, like a military captain, snapped at his men. Out of Rambo's mouth, sorry wrong Rara.

"I.iya.." the manager, running quickly, even had fallen due to the slippery floor.

What he was thinking about now was not a bonus anymore. But how to pay the installment of the house, the installment of the car, the cost of living in the future. If the three beautiful innocent women were not found.

While other employees are frightened. For the first time to see their boss in Rambo mode.

But for female employees, if their good-looking boss were every day in Rambo fashion, they might scream because of his masculine aura.

***

The manager was still running fast, up to an hour he spent exploring the streets. The three women were also seen, this time worse, carrying more street snacks, playing in front of him a doll claw machine.

Their pair of rich people seven climbs, eight turns. That right? No, the boss wouldn't have turned into Rambo if they were really ordinary people. Walking closer to them, a friendly smile emboldened him.

Yet the three women were indifferent, still faithfully chewing. While trying to take a doll from a claw machine.

"Two pieces of free dresses per person." the offer again.

"Let me...!!" Jeny took control of Amel. The three of them were still indifferent, not considering the existence of the boutique manager.

"Three free dresses per person.I beg you, go back to our boutique huh!? I will provide the best service. For the sake of my wife and two-year-old son." he asked, parsing.

The three women turned their heads in unison, clenching their eyebrows.

The manager grabbed his wallet, showed me a picture of his wife and son, "A. I beg you, come back.. I'm sorry.." the desperate man, down.

The three women who glanced at each other, tried to smile, then nodded.

The taxi stopped them, returning to a boutique location that should have been closed. The door was opened by a boutique clerk, the largest boutique in the place was seen again.

"Aaaaaa.. beautiful.I'm sorry my employees treated you badly. As a fellow woman I was sad.." Rambo's fashion the boss again changed to Rara's fashion of kissing the right cheek, the left cheek of the three women in turn.

Sangar's footsteps are no longer there, only a gemulai footing like a beautiful model on the catwalk. Now the sound of the baritone that held it turned soft like a Peony flower that was lurking in the spring breeze.

"You forgive me, don't you? Otherwise I'd be sad...!?" he continued sulking, with a look of spoiled face.

"We're actually here because.." Amel's words were cut off, so the woman embraced him and Frea.

"We need to be beautiful, to be beautiful we need good clothes. We will be suitable friends, later I treat pedicure.we go to the salon together.." not the slightest chance to talk, given by him.

"Beautiful girl over there, come on!! We'll try on the clothes that I made especially." his words went to Jeny, who sighed coming deeper.

Talking non-stop, not wanting any rejection, like a customer who has been trapped in a cobweb. To be his friend...

My boss when he was in Rambo mode was like a mafia... But when there is in Rara mode, there will be no woman who can wiggle, with his face still bruised from his emotional boss's punch.

***

Somewhere else...

Farel was still smiling, enduring his frustration. After contacting his employees, about an hour ago.

"Have you?" a strange smile was also on Tomy's lips.

Farel nodded his head, putting back his phonecell.

"If there's no law in this country, I want to shoot them in the head..." Tomy stabbed the meat in front of him.

"Where is Kenzo, by the way?" Farel clenched his forehead.

"Says out for a second." answered Tomy innocently.

Instantly the atmosphere was silent, considering Amel who was experiencing the worst situation. What will the antagonist do? I don't know...

Seriate