Metamorphosis Ugly Girl

You belong to Me

Getting a pleasant report makes Arsya impatient to meet her girl.

"I'll get you tied up with the love you've made" Arsya muttered softly

Tonight he could not close his eyes to see how his little girl danced with her sparkle on stage at her school birthday two days ago.

"Even if you don't accept and repay my love I will keep you tied up, you can - you usually make me fall in love and play with other men" Asya murmured furiously.

The night was getting late but drowsiness never came, Arsya looked at the sky - the sky of her room rolled to the right rolled again to the left without being able to close her eyes.

"Look at me for thinking about you and I'm tormented like this" Asya sat down and got up and walked out of the room, intending to ask the waiter to make milk mixed with warm honey so that he could fall asleep.

"Mom what are you doing?" asked Arsya who found her Mommy standing near the refrigerator with a glass in her hand.

"Mommy's thirsty to drink cold water, why are you here yourself? Do you want Mommy to get something out?" ask Mrs Clarissa to come closer

"I can't sleep, can Mommy make milk with honey?" pinta Arsya

He can only be spoiled with his Mommy I don't know it feels comfortable if it is spoiled on people we love, maybe it will also do to Maliqa when Maliqa becomes his.

"Hmmpp what's up? Is there anything that disturbs your mind so you can't sleep? Is this about work?" Clarissa asked a little worriedly

"I think of Maliqa" Arsya said unknowingly

"Oohh. What love is already there" ledek Clarissa smiled widely, Clarissa handed a glass of milk that has been mixed with honey.

Clarissa is happy to know if the child she raised, loves Maliqa the girl she admires her talent.

"Is there something wrong Mommy? Can I have it?" Said Arsya receiving the milk that Mommy made her, she took a sip slowly until the warmth spread throughout her body.

"If she had the same feeling Mommy would be very happy, Mommy really admired the figure of Maliqa in our first meeting, at that time she was like an economic tribulation, he said, until he sells sketch designs and wedding dress patterns that he makes for himself, Mommy can see him if he is reluctant to let go of his beloved goods" said Clarissa at length

"Does Mommy still keep it or has Mommy made and sold the wedding dress to someone else?" Arsya asked worriedly, he wanted to have what else was valuable for Maliqa, Arsya did not want the thing that was considered valuable Maliqa out of his grip.

"Mommy has not realized it, Mommy believes if the sketch is already in the form of a wedding dress, Mommy can sell expensive at prices above 500 million" said Mommy enthusiastically

"Can Mommy give it to Arsya, or Arsya buy it back how?" Pinta Arsya was even impressed to whine

"Yhmmpp.. Mommy will give it for free - just as long as, you can marry Maliqa, she already thinks of as Arsya's own mommy child, Mommy loves her like Mommy loves you, try to melt his heart make him a son-in-law in this mansion" Clarissa patted Arsya's shoulder gave encouragement

"Thank you Mommy, Arsya will bring him as Mommy's favorite daughter-in-law to this mansion" Arsya said confidently

"Go back to your room, it's too late" Clarissa smiled and left Arsya still sipping milk in her arms.

"What kind of magic did you spread until everyone liked you? You're a bad girl" Arsya smiled ruffled - her thick hair was anxious on its own.

"I've gone crazy because of a girl" Arsya returned to her room after storing the used glass of milk she had spent earlier.

This morning Maliqa was surprised by the view in front of his yard, a luxury car parked blocking the gate of Maliqa like no stranger to the car, Maliqa approached trying to reprimand but only a few steps did he walk someone out of the wheel. a man wearing shiny material pants complete with a matching shirt and suit was attached to the stocky tall body.

"Tu-mister Arsya" said Maliqa terbata

"Master?! Why do you call me sir? Wasn't the last time you called me Mas?! Why is it changing now?" arsya said a little upset to raise questions on Maliqa who is still staring in front of him.

"What do you need to do when you come here?" Ask Maliqa

"As soon as I go home from school I have some free time before going to your butiq" said Maliq

"Ish you've told me not to call master, call me Mas!" arsya said sebal

"Now get into the mobi!" arsya ruled

"Ba-good sir eh Ma-mas" said Maliqa.

Maliqa came in and sat down at the wheel, thinking he was rude if he sat behind.

"Where are we going, man?" maliqa asked while wearing her seatbelt, Arsya started driving to a Maliqa school

"How many minutes are you in school?" maliqa

"About 30 minutes, I used to leave early to follow the Father" explained Maliqa

"From now on I'll take you to school, but to go home I'll try to pick you up"

"No need for my master to go and go home by himself" Maliqa refused by shaking his hands

"Master Again!!" arsya said gripping the steering wheel.

What exactly is wrong? Why did he force me to change the call and now he's forcing me to pick me up? Maliqa

Maliqa furrowed both eyebrows astonished by all Arsya treatment, Maliqa was deliberately away from Arsya after dinner at that time, Maliqa felt Arsya far from his reach.

"Maliqa what is your relationship with a man named Aland darma?"Arsya said without turning her eyes to the streets

"He's my friend, why sir?" ask Maliqa

"Do you like it?" arsya said slowly

"Liking as what? we are just friends" Maliqa explained

"Good then, keep thinking of it that way" Arsya said

"Why is that?" Maliqa said in wonder

"Because you belong to me?" arsya stated his ownership

"Your?!" Maliqa

The car that Arsya drove parked in front of the school gate, Arysa went down first to turn and open the door for Maliqa, Getting sweet treatment like this certainly makes Maliqa happy to blush embarrassed.

"Give me your phone?" without asking Maliqa to hand over the phone that he had long had, seeing the state of Maliqa's phone makes Arsya sad this phone is outdated even the phone screen is cracked.

"This is your phone? All right after school we buy a new cell phone" Arsya keeps her cell phone number on Maliqa's phone.

"Contact me after school is over" Arsya returned the phone to Maliqa's hand, his hand stroking and scrambling - rattling the tops of Maliqa's overgrown heads

"I have to go" Arsya waved her right hand and went back in and sat behind the wheel of the car, the car drove past leaving Maliqa with a red face.