"Why, this many orders?" Fathia's eyes almost popped out of their shells when she saw the list that Meli, her assistant at the shop had just given her. The one who gave it only put on a grin and closed with a small smile.

"Prosperity, Sis An."

Fathia's shoulders drooped weakly. "Sustenance, really, sustenance. We keep working overtime.” Then he received a soft caress from Meli.

"Sure you can," he said encouragingly.

"I'm sure I can, it's just… Mbak Meli, right, there's Ica. How about Ica? It's a pity if you leave it overtime all the time."

"Ica is in the back, you know. Play with the ground."

Fathia clapped...