My boy's introvert

1. Thrilling morning

morning, morning,

the dew is still coming down and soaking the branches and leaves in the streets.

while I was running around pulling a suitcase containing my make up perlambatan.

this morning was a very busy time for me. I got a contract to decorate a figure artist artist in a reality show.

until the location has been busy with a row of artists who have been waiting for me.

I decorated them without hesitation and with confidence everything went as smoothly as ever.

up to the guest star segment.

I watched the shooting from a distance, because my job was done.

this reality show only takes place in the morning. And today either by chance or fate, the invited guest stars are.

Jhon Athaa, yes jhon athaa my idol.

the joy was immediately directed at me. I felt like rolling on the grass, wanted to shout scream while running around the park.

I still desperately wanted to jump and my imagination broke instantly when the organizing team told me to put on guest star makeup.

My body is automatically limp, the rule here is that there should be no fans in the team.

my God, I'm a big fan of him.

I tried hard to control my emotions so as not to overflow when I touched that handsome face.

a face that is really handsome and really handsome.

"i have to how to hide this?" I murmured in my heart.

jhon sat at my dresser asking me to decorate it, while I was not yet conscious of my daydream and still smiled with a smile looking at and imagining a handsome face jhon who seemed to see me with a smile from the grass.

the hand shocked me, the melodious voice resuscitated me.

"hi, miss please hurry up and make up for me" she asked in a slow voice.

I was still frozen, blankly staring at him. Trying to hide the expression that I have fans is very hard.

"yes, fine" I replied.

suddenly my hands gulped out cold sweat as I was about to touch that handsome face.

"LORD, thank you for today for having me with him. Destined me to touch her face, and smell her perfume. This I will always remember until I am old LORD".My mind continues to thrash around hoping to reveal the truth.

but whatever my professional attitude should I instill, for me to survive.

and it turns out that there were 2 guest stars at that time which 2 had no effect on me.

he is a yogi actor and rapper.

the fans are so many out there, I don't know how many but I'm lazy to count them.

I made it as good as I could, with no sweaty hands, and no chest as tight as it held back the excitement.

I finally finished putting on the yogi, he didn't say much.

whether you like it or not, good and bad.

yes, only a few words came out of the white man as smooth as milk.

"it's good, I like it". walking left me.

"thank you" I haven't finished saying the yogi is gone.

as I left the shooting area, the yogi manager approached me.

"miss, this is my yogi's business card.he wants you to dress it from tomorrow.

"i will think about it" I replied

today is the last day of my contract with this reality show.

indeed the program is up, so I also have to hurry to find a new contract.

I flicked as I read the business card as I walked to pull my make up suitcase.

"take no, take no?" worrying struck.

"huh, I met my soul mate.Oh my god he's very handsome in reality.This hand, this hand has touched it" jumped up in excitement.

"i used to photograph ah this very blessed and lucky hand"

"i'll be up in my ig".

up ig with caption.

"hand blessed today😍😍".

"my hands won't wash" laughed loudly and jumped on the side of the road like crazy.

when I got home because I didn't want my lucky hands dirty or washed, I wrapped them in plastic gloves while eating and bathing.

"i've started crazy😆😆". my laughter sendri.

that night my friend stayed at my house he finished fighting with his mother because of the affairs of a matchmaking match.

he's older than me, we're 4.

Her name is Tara, she's 24 and still single.

he always comes to my house when there's a problem, and forgets me when I'm happy.

But for me it does not matter, because the presence or absence of tara has no effect on the wheel of my life.Since I prefer to be alone and silent.

Tara came crying.

"where should I find a girlfriend?" tara's crying is so fake

"search via online, later if there is a fitting you can download"

"you have the heart" the louder the sound.

I prefer the bodo to be very as grievous as Tara, as long as it does not endanger her life.

the only reason I want to be her theme is, she always tells me the latest updates about jhon.

yes, tara also idolized Jhon Athaa.

We are the same, only I never get together with the other fans.

Because it's so draining of my energy.

tara's crying didn't stop until I showed her my hand.

"try looking at this"

"what, that rotten hand?" answer Tara

"it's a blessed hand today" my smile began to expand looking at my own tanagnkubs.

"guess whose face I touched today?" I asked while I mocked Tara.

"is it possible Jhon?" guess tara.

"yeah" I with my laughter that was wide open showed my prowess that made me proud of myself.

"really? didn't it?" tanya tara wasn't sure

I just nodded and smiled.

while Tara rolled over the roll getting more and more weeping and unwilling.

"that's my handsome guy's face, why did you touch him?" said tara while continuing to whine.

"i'm not willing, I'm not willing to give it back its holiness" Tara's babble grew more and more like a toddler whining about things.

"i'll take her away from you maria seleste" I said, leaving Tara increasingly so with her whimper.

I entered the room and I locked the door.

laughing to myself while stroking my cheek elus with my blessed hand.

I wish tonight I could dream of the owner of the handsome face I touched earlier.

and outside, and,

"open the door, Tata. open". whine Tara while moving the handle of my door and knocking on the door many times.

"tonight you sleep in front of the TV. I don't want to share the hands that bring this good luck" I said as I mocked Tara.

"well esmeraldah if that's what you want" Tara pretended to leave.

a few seconds later.

"open the door, Tata let me kiss her for a second" whined Tara at the door.

"hey maria seleste, listen to me. Tonight I will have fun with this scent, HaHaHaHaHa.

Maria seleste is my dear call to Tara.

The Esmeraldah is Tara's call to me.