90 Days Missing You's

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YO! #2

I groaned, enjoying the pressure after pressure over the bare skin. This is the sexiest touch I've ever enjoyed in life. The circular motion was traveling slowly, left to right, from head to neck to toe. Unfortunately, that spa massage had to end an hour and a half later.

Afterwards, I was escorted by a female therapist down the path to a bathroom, where there was a small pool to soak and cleanse the body. The therapeutic aroma dripping in warm water as well as some rose petals made me feel like I was in the womb, comfortable and untouched. I am not ready to get out of this little paradise.

An hour later, dressed in a cafe uniform as before, I walked out into the salon room. Sitting in front of the mirror, Dan-ce, the man with pink eye shadow, pulls my hand and soaks it in warm water to begin his ni/pedi ritual. Meanwhile, Man-ce, who is giving off purple eye shadow, focuses attention on my face.

"I want a haircut that—"

"Ssh .. sister, let us work. In this salon, the client does not specify, we are the one in charge of making the client look charming. By the way, it's dinner, isn't it?"

"Eh, dinner?"

I haven't thought at all about what Max meant to take me to the salon, let alone to dinner with him. Not that I don't want to, but I'm grateful enough to miss lunch with Max. He was always busy, especially now.

"Ssh .. does not need to be answered. Like, your job is to just shut up and enjoy the process, okay?"

I didn't answer and let the two men work. Man-ce's long, wiggly fingers move with their comb and scissors. Apparently not much was cut from my hair, it was a relief, considering I did not fit too well with short hair.

The cold gust at the end of my finger made me turn to Dan-ce who was concentrating on making a minimalist decoration on the blood red nail polish. I'm gobsmacked. For the first time in life, the nails look sexy.

The buzzing of the hair dryer filled the room as Man-ce blows my hair for more volume. One last pull of the comb completes his work. "Voil! Yu, you were so beautiful even before Diras. I can't wait to see the results after Ms. Martha put your makeup on."

Not only him, I was astonished to see the reflection in the mirror that I did not recognize. The hair bangs that I never thought were good, turned out to make me look younger and cute, like Japanese girls. I smiled at the reflection in the mirror. I think I just fell in love with myself.

"You guys already? Why so long?" mother Martha said as she galloped into the room. Then, he widened when his gaze was directed at me. "I told you you were geulis. Man-ces! Please prepare the make-up."

"Mom, maybe not necessary. Here's how amazing the results are. I'm not good with Max, he's been waiting too long."

"Omong empty! The job of men is to wait and—the task of women is to make their waiting time not in vain, understand? Anyway, I don't think Max's gonna complain, even if it's gonna take a long wait."

I can't fight this cool salon owner. So, I did it when he sat me down again in a swivel chair. I let my face be touched with various kinds of powder, liquid and solid, until it looked like a mannequin. Then, one by one the colors were returned to me.

My eyebrows are shaped, then stained with dark chocolate. The eye line is reinforced with eyeliner, then colored with rosegold colored eye shadow and its combination to create a smokey eye* effect. Not to forget mascara and pink blusher. Lastly, a nude matte* lipstick touch on the lips.

"Well, perfect. You don't even need extra false eyelashes like most of my clients."

I stared in disbelief. If I had fallen in love with myself, it was time to go to KUA and marry myself. The thought made me want to laugh, but I was scared. I'm afraid this powder mask will crack and scatter on the floor if I do.

"How long will this make-up last, ma'am?"

"Middle of the night—maybe." He put his shoulders together, then laughed. "I sound like a fairy godmother, right?"

"Geulis, I don't know exactly when this make-up will last. Maybe, it depends on how you and Max are. If she gives you a hot kiss after you get out of this room, then your make-up is definitely damaged instantly. A man like Max is unpredictable, like a Pandora's Box. Well, come out, I think your girlfriend must be looking forward to seeing you."

Max didn't say anything when I came out not long after, his expression was also ordinary. I'm starting to think maybe I'm the big one, because I rarely run. However, when we had been outside the salon, Max's sharp gaze traced every millimeter of my face, provoking a sense of heat to creep slowly into the cheeks. Let's not say Max doesn't recognize me anymore, I'm lip-sucking.

The man then grinned, then took my hand. "Let's have lunch."

We had lunch at Kedam Solo, Kemang Village, then continued to a dress shop that was still in the same mall.

"Max, I don't need a dress. What's for?" I protested when he insisted on dragging me in.

"Choose, don't worry. The owner of this gallery owes me a debt. I couldn't possibly pick just any dress, I mean look," Max turned my shoulders and showed me the entire collection on display, "everything is a woman's dress."

Yes, all very beautiful ladies dresses. Slowly, I spread my gaze around the gallery and felt that every dress was calling out to me, 'choose me! Choose me!' I straightened my spit, then decided to touch one of the dresses. The smooth and slippery material glided smoothly on my skin. Fuck those! If Max wasn't going to buy it, I'd buy one for myself.

The price tag that appeared at the end of the stitch made me hold my breath and start counting the number of zeros there. Okay, maybe I'll find another dress that's cheaper. This dress costs as much as Leonhart and Laura's salary in a month as one.

"Pick it, Yu. Don't hesitate," whispered Max in the ear that made me soar in place.

I grinned as I got a breath of fresh air, impatiently trying out the clothes one by one in the gallery. Turns out, Max didn't let me buy as I wanted. He asked me to try all the clothes and I was required to circle around in front of him. Really ritty, right?

After almost an hour of changing clothes, I felt almost desperate because Max had not yet decided which dress to buy. I love that bright color or that black one, but Max insists on trying on one of those burgundy red dresses.

This dress is too hot, and it is definitely very expensive because of the limited edition. I doubt if Max will like this last dress. Five years into dating, Max never complained about my appearance, or told me to look sexier like his clients.

I looked again at the reflection in the mirror. With a low chest cut and a high thigh cut, it looks like this dress model is suitable for a woman to seduce the CEO. Wait ... Isn't Max a CEO?

It felt like I wanted to laugh out loud, but once again .. I was afraid my expensive mask had worn off, so I chuckled to myself in the changing room that was only covered with thick curtains.

"What are you laughing at inside?" max said,

"Hey, don't peek!" hardikku when he realized Max's head poking in from the closed curtain.

"Pramuniaga was serving other customers, so—" Max's words hung in the air as his gaze traced my appearance in a thin-stropped sex dress on his shoulder.

Leisurely, he walked in and let the thick curtain close behind him. I stood awkwardly in front of him, waiting. My heart was beating indignantly as he was dragging lazily his fingers through the open arms. "I like this red one, it fits your skin and .. shape of your body."

Silence was like an agonizing pause, before she opened her voice again. Max glared as he said, "Go and get your things ready, there's one more place we have to go."

"Max ...." I held his hand so as not to pass from the front. The locker room suddenly felt cramped and the air in the room was not enough for me to breathe. "What do you mean by all this?"

He closed his distance and looked at me closely, then his attention turned to the lips. Gently, Max swept a thumb over my cheekbones as he said, "You'll know later."