
A girl in the bed began to squirm, stretching the muscles of the body that felt stiff. His pair of neutrals gnawed, occasionally he seemed to evaporate wide. Anastasya glanced at the glass window with the curtain slightly open. It is seen that the sky is still dark.
Anastasya started to get up and lowered his innocent feet touching the floor. His head was a little dizzy, considering that last night the girl was unable to close her eyes until morning. For some reason, despite trying to ignore, in fact what happened to Sarah last night made her endlessly wonder.
Stepping gontai, Anastasya began to escort the body to the bathroom to clean themselves. After ten minutes, the girl came out with a towel still wrapped around her body. Selected a stel of shabby clothes, but still worth to wear.
For several months living and working in the city, even though he has real income Anastasya not arbitrarily use his hard-earned money to please himself. The girl prefers to send most of her salary to the family in the village. Then the rest he used to meet the needs of life in the city. Until now, the clothes he had were nothing more than the shabby clothes he brought from the village.
After getting dressed, Anastasya came out of the room and headed towards the kitchen. However, he still did not find the existence of bi atun there. Given the day that is still early, it is possible that bi atun did not wake up and start work.
Anastasya also took the initiative to clean the entire room while waiting for Bi Atun to wake up. His small hand moved nimble swinging a broom and also a mop tool, until the room that originally looked dirty was now perfectly clean.
"Ana, you did everything?" Atun. Among glad also embarrassed. How the task, it is precisely Anastasya_ who does it.
The girl smiled faintly, looked at Atun and kept the mop in its place again.
"It's okay bi. Counting sports."
Seeing Atun who was still glued to his place, Anaatasya also pulled the middle-aged woman's hand towards the kitchen.
"Auntie wants to make breakfast? Yuk, Ana help." The girl smiled at Atun, which made the middle-aged woman even more uncomfortable.
"Ana, don't be like this. You're a guest in this house, and I'm supposed to be serving you." Counting a few days after entering Sarah's apartment, all the tasks that have become her responsibility, more than half of them are done by Anastasya. Atun is not happy, however, he does not want to drain Anastasya's energy, although he knows if the girl deliberately accommodated the employer in his apartment for a while.
"Hust, what aunt said. After all, cleaning the house has been my routine all along."
Atun did not answer. Choose silence because you do not want to argue with Anastasya.
The aparetem bell. Atun moved towards the living room to open the door.
"Spadaa," said one of the men who emerged from behind the open door.
Atun. Afterwards he just sighed deeply and gave the room wide enough for the path of his master's guests.
"Please ladies and gentlemen."
"Thank you." A half-woman man walked gracefully into the room while one hand held the lady friend who had come with him.
"Bi Atun, where's the girl?" The half-woman man seemed to be in a daze looking for someone's whereabouts.
"I mean sir, Ana?"
Not answering, the man justu pointed his index finger at his lips.
"Bi atun, stop calling me master," the man sow his lips.
"Well Inces, uh I mean non Inces." Atun even nearly vomited to say his name.
"Hahaha, that's true." Inces even showed two thumbs of his hand.
"Ah done. I want to find that girl now." The woman who came along and the half-woman man started talking.
"Oh, Ana's in the kitchen. He's helping me cook."
"What! Cooking?" They both don't believe.
****
"May, are you sure about Sarah's choice this time?" whispered inces in maya's ear. While his gaze was fixed on a girl who was already quite proficient in walking in front of the glass wall.
"Of course." Answering flatly, Maya even difficult to argue.
Maya, who is Sarah's personal assistant, is not very familiar with the plan that Sarah is launching. Indeed, for several years working for Sarah, the model often attracts several local models newcomers to be published into famous models, of course if the girls are lucky.
Indeed, not all girls guidance will have a brilliant career, but Sarah also get compensation if the girls are able to penetrate the world of modeling and get a lot of contracts with lucrative rupiah.
Maya swallows heavy salivary. He stared at the still very innocent girl. 'Is that girl really going to survive'?. Maya believes that if the girl is not about the consequences that will be borne, if she really will become a shining star later.
Living in a model world environment is not as easy as most people imagine. Popular, and booty-filled. In fact, it is only one side, among many other sides that only certain people can understand.
Ah never mind, isn't this girl his duty now.
"Cess, did you see her look?"Aya set her eyes on Incess as if asking for approval.
"Hem."
"Are you also thinking of changing her appearance?"
"Sure!" sambar Inces quickly rose from his position.
Maya who gasped, almost toppled from her chair.
"Damn you. Ordinary, don't do it either," Maya grumbled with anger.
"Well what are you waiting for, cus chip stamp." Inces turned around, swinging a step towards Anastasya with a smile.
Maya is only able to stare at the flat bottom nanar who was deliberately pulled by irregular geol-geol by the owner.
"Basar transvestite" Maya muttered with her lips.
*****
"Sir, how did it go." A woman believed to be overhauling Anastasya's appearance, asked for an assessment.
Inces and Maya are dumbfounded. However, from the beginning both of them have believed that Anastasya is beautiful even though only given a little touch.
"Waw, Am. am. amazing." Inces clapped cheerfully. Maya did not show any expression.
"Oh my god, Maya. Don't you intend to praise him?" sulkan Inces not accepted. Why should he be angry, while Anastasya just keep quiet.
"Why? I can already judge if she is already beautiful without being revamped. Tidaj like you who wiri in the world per permakan, but the result? Zero."
Inces glares. Swallow Maya alive.
"Heh, just ordinary. Don't be mad. Accept your nature as a man, not a sissy," said Maya ketus while seizing a paper bag containing Anastasya's clothes from the inces hand.
Inces' body weakened, seemingly boneless. He slumped, his legs seemed incompetent to hold the weight of the body. He was sitting on the floor. Trying to ignore when several pairs of eyes wide and sympathize with his actions. But not infrequently, salon visitors actually chuckle and shake their heads.
"Oh my god, what's my fault. I just want to look beautiful like them." Occasionally inces glanced at Maya who left her. He hoped that the girl would come over, calm down and wipe away her tears.
"Ces, wake! Shameful, you're not ashamed to be a spectacle? Bagusan also saw the monkey mask, rather than see the cry of your crocodile." Not to worry, Maya actually asked Anastasya to change her clothes.
"Damn you maya, you have no ahlak. I'm tired of thinking, tired of heart, but you still don't think I exist." Occasionally Inces rubbed the clear circles on the face with slow motion movements, as if he was the injured party. Capek acted with the cry of his culture, inevitably inces also rise. Especially when found the gaze of salon visitors who look at it strange.
"What a look, let me have a banana. Monkey lo..." Inces first stuck his tongue out at several pairs of watching eyes, before running to meet Maya in the locker room.
*****
"How about, pretty isn't it?"
Inces was hypnotized. Her lips reflexively opened, scanning Anastasya's appearance.
"God. Mingkem. Get into a mosquito trap." Maya gently pulls Anastasya's hand out of the dressing room.
"Oh my god, Ana. You look fresher, "praise inces after drooling from the corners of her lips that had opened.
"Inces, you're even stretched out. Is this a sign that you're going to be converted and re-coderate?"
Inces. While Anastasya and Maya actually laughed loudly.
"Damn."
However, it is undeniable that Anastasya's appearance now looks fresher. Even if you only wear everyday clothes.
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