Is Love For Me
Grandson and Grandma's Compassion
Alika who was exhausted waiting for a reply from her message, decided to go to sleep and at midnight, she woke up to urinate and just saw if the message turned out to have a balasa. However, it was only answered soberly.
"It looks like I'll have to come up with a more precise strategy in order to take Kenzie away from Dena." Alika saved her phone back.
"You don't think I can take it from you, just look at Dena, I'll make you no longer underestimate me. Look at it later, I also want to know what I'm going to say if Kenzie would prefer me over his favorite stepdaughter" Alika said confidently that Kenzie would choose him over Dena.
One point held by Alika, where Dena currently still wants to have fun with her friends and do not take seriously the feelings of Kenzie. Even the last time he had friends making fun of Kenzie's feelings and laughing at him.
Alika remembers if her grandmother had some makeup tools. He went into his grandmother's room carefully so as not to wake her up, seeing her grandmother who was still asleep immediately she took some of the makeup available there.
Her grandmother only wore that makeup when she was going to attend an invitation. Even though his grandmother was 60 years old, his appearance was still fresh.
"Okay, well I'll learn to make up myself starting from today. Let's just see I'm definitely prettier than Dena."
Before wearing the makeup tool, Alika first looking for a tutorial to wear makeup tools.
"It turns out, wearing all of this is pretty easy" he said then he started polishing his face, one by one with the makeup tool he began to use in accordance with what a content creator described on his mobile screen.
"Dangerous!" he said after seeing the results. Alika removes her makeup and re-wears it, she is not desperate to be beautiful, she does it all over and over again.
"Yes my. Why is it so hard, huh. It turns out that wearing makeup also needs expertise. If it's not beautiful I look very ugly" he murmured. Alika did not give up she returned to wearing makeup until she heard a noise from outside her room, she went out and wanted to check it out.
"Astaghfirullahaladzim," cried the grandmother as she saw Alika emerge from her room.
"It's Alika, son!" Alika held the broom in her grandmother's hand.
"What are you doing with your face?" ask the grandmother who saw Alika's makeup is very menor. Lips so red, cheeks so red, not to mention the leech-like eyebrows that were stuck on his forehead.
"You're like a canned sissy that often cringes in meatball stalls," exclaimed the grandmother again still with a shouting tone. He was shocked and amused.
"Come there, hurry! Clean your face." Grandma encourages Alika to return to her room, making Alika just smile and scratch her head. It turns out that it is not only me who considers if my face is exactly human so - events that often come to meatball stalls just to busking.
After washing her face, Alika also approached the grandmother who seemed to have started concocting the ingredients of the meatball. Grandma always made meatballs at dawn and made them just for today.
"Why are you? Why wear makeup like that?" asked grandma as her hand continued to make meatball dough and started printing it.
"Alika just wants to look beautiful, Grandma. Like Dena, she has always been a mother idol, she said Dena is beautiful unlike Alika, indeed Dena is smarter than Alika, but Dena is in college while Alika is not. Son." Alika said it very slowly.
"Oh, it's all happened. Don't remember anymore."
"Alika had also asked permission to go to college. But, mother wouldn't allow it. So too with dad. Mom said she had no money, but she could afford to give Dena that time at an expensive university. So did my father, saying he had no money, but enrolled Irsya in an elite school. Father had even planned to lecture Irsya at the famous University, "bluff Alika made grandmother just look at her grandson with a slashed heart, she could not reveal anything to comfort her grandson, she said, he could only say a word of patience and sincerity to face everything.
"Do you want Grandma to teach you to make up?" asked the grandmother made Alika who had looked down at her grandmother.
"What, Grandma can teach me?" asked Alika doubtfully.
"Before Grandma became a meatball trader with your grandfather, Grandma was a famous MUA in the village, you calm down later Grandma will teach you. But why do you look beautiful? Look like that you are already beautiful," said the grandmother again who admitted the beauty of her grandson.
"Alika wants to win the heart of a man, Grandma. Alika loves someone, but that person loves someone else" explained Alika.
"You should never be a prlakor, yes" said the grandmother.
"Not a man's husband, son. But, they're still dating, do you think that grandma's wrong?" asked Alika looking at her Grandma.
"No, your grandfather used to take Grandma from Grandma's boyfriend, as long as they haven't married Grandma, you can't ruin people's households." Grandmother's advice.
"Did grandma take care of you?" he looked inside his grandmother.
"No, take it, Grandma support. Whose girlfriend do you want to take?" ask grandma. During this time their relationship was as familiar as it was, all the problems and also complaints Alika always told her grandmother. He was more familiar with grandmother than his father and mother, for him his grandmother was everything.
"Dena's boyfriend," Alika answered looking at her grandmother.
Hearing that, Grandma nodded. "Alright Grandma will help you, you can not lose to your stepmother's child. Grandma was actually upset with your mother that she could love someone else's child more than her child. If she's not Grandma's child, I don't know what Grandma did to her" said the grouchy grandmother. However, that is how a mother as regretful as she is to her child, the child is still a child. He will not hate his children and will continue to feel affection for them as well as the grandmother of Alika's mother, even though he is very disappointed with his daughter. But he still loves his daughter.
