Respect Movement
Contest
“Oh that, he was also a friend of the father when SD first. I know your father and Mr. Umbargus very well. We are always familiar.”
Long time we told him many things, his son has chosen a bed and dining table.
Accepts
“Pak, this bed is the latest output, if used the first night must be more successful first night.”
The father laughed. The boy who was about to be proposed smiled shyly.
Mama members raised a bed and a set of dining tables. He took her to my father's house.
After serving my father's friend, another man came.
A mother with her daughter.
“Dik, there is a guest chair a set that is new model?”
“This is Mom, this is all new.”
Not enough to take a long time the mother who was already interested in guest chairs branded Varlen products abroad. After bargaining with mom. And the price is suitable. Mom's employee immediately drove her.
Misya's sister called me, just reminding me that later tonight don't forget to accompany her. Today he was allowed to go home sooner. Mbok Emi accompanied him at home. Mbok was cleaning glass windows and tidying up household furniture.
"Tumben's coming home soon, Non?"
"You go to Mbok's salon, after night there's a model contest."
“Wah, definitely win again this Non."
"Amin, I hope Mbok."
“You drink Non juice?”
“Iya Mbok, please make Dutch eggplant juice yes Mbok, thanks Mbok.”
“OK Non, briefly Non,” mbok said while walking to the kitchen.
Moments later mbok came, “This juice Non, please drink.”
“Iya Mbok, thanks.”
"Mbok want to come to the salon, so that the fresher, the more beautiful," said Kak Misya after sipping her favorite juice.
"Si Non can, want to be flanked even mbok remain like this. If you used to be chased Non. Chased mosquitoes for not bathing.”
Misya laughed.
“Not really, mbok used to be chased by villagers, but Kang Maman who mbok see chasing him most seriously, so mbok choose him.”
Mbok poured kettles, "If Non right still beautiful, already have a guy how much?”
Misya immediately coughed at Si Mbok's question.
His face is full of meaning.
"Not yet, Mbok is the one who sought.”
"Mbok don't know what Non tastes are.”
Misya laughed to herself.
Mbok too seriously responded to Misya.
“Oh Yes Non, if Mbok to the salon can be beautiful kayak Non, Not?” Mbok whisper slowly.
Misya brother laughs dig, “Mbok I have to go, later I ask the same salon repairman,” exclaimed Misya Kak.
“Iya Mbo.”
A few minutes passed, Misya arrived in front of the Follower salon, immediately entered the salon.
“Kak Misya is beautiful, how are you? Please sit, Brother!”
“Healthy,” said Misya Kak to sit down.
“Cuek highly Cin.”
Actually Misya is amused by this transvestite. But all of that was lost instantly when this salon was really in demand and provided a special service. Some of the model contests she participated in were always started from this salon.
"How do we make you, brother?" asked the salon repairman while putting a towel on his shoulder Misya.
"As usual, I have a contest tonight. Make the best.”
“Idih... ike will make Misya kinclong deh, definitely win anyway, Amin.”
Misya Sis sat while listening to melow romance music that was deliberately played so that customers could kill while being treated. Misya was half asleep. Misya, according to her face, was cleaned. His face treatment is almost complete. Misya's sister fell asleep. Woke up because his facial treatment was finished.
“Kak, done.”
Misya opened her eyes, she saw the results. The aura of his face was becoming more visible. Perfect beauty. Misya checked her straight hair. Beautiful shine. She felt the softness of her hair. She smiled sweetly in front of the mirror.
"Where Cin, is it on demand?” Misya was busy looking at her face.
“Iya,” he said nodding. He paid.
He rushed back home.
The night after Maghrib we left for the management house of Misya. This is where Misya's sister practices modeling. She studied modeling four times a week. Two people were waiting inside. Misya came in, changed clothes. Then in make up.
"Aduh Cin, the more clear yes,” said makeup Kak Misya. A little sissy. Misya came out with the two men. Misya looks beautiful. We immediately headed to the contest venue. The streets were jammed, I traveled the shortcuts, crossing small alleys at high speed.
"Okay Cin, ike has not married, do not be tight," cried fairy Kak Misya while holding the front bench. I closed my mouth while laughing.
"I haven't been in either, but not yet.” Me and Misya laughed. They got more scared when I stepped on the gas pedal. In front of the big building we stopped, the designer and the makeup had opened his eyes, "Kok stop Cin, we've arrived?"
"Yes.”
“Quick out!” exclaim Misya.
We got into the building. I sat on the audience bench, Misya and her partner were heading backstage. Re-register and then start applying makeup back Kak Misya. One by one the participants came to the stage, they showed their abilities. Photographer is getting ready to take aim at beautiful and sexy models. The audience seats are almost full. My eyes are washed by beautiful women. Now it's Missya's turn, I approached the stage, I prepared the camera. Every step Misya I photographed. Misya's sister waddled. The jury seemed to be talking about Misya's appearance. Two jurors stood up, giving standing applause. The entire audience applauded his presence. Misya is one of the participants who are always looking forward to.
That night the spilled grand ballroom was filled with fhotographers, print and electronic media. There are tv stations that broadcast this prestigious event. All the contestants have already appeared, just waiting for the announcement. After the band the new performing capital was announced. The entire contestant was pounding waiting for the announcement from the jury. A grand jury got up from his seat, he walked towards the stage while waving to the audience. The audience applauded. Who doesn't know this handsome jury. He stood and held her in the hand of a piece of paper. The contents of the Grand Ballroom were broken by the cries of the spectators.
Good night!” yells.
Audience cheering.
“Can we start?” yells.
The audience screams with a flash gone. Not only the participants he made deg-degan, but the audience also drugged. For too long the crowd began to cheer again.
“Oke I will start.”
He also read the results of the three judges. Start from third. “Charolina” said straightforwardly. Charolina waved to the audience. Then go on stage. He went back to silence. The rhythm of the stutter hypnotizes the entire building. No one can relax. Everything's tense. When he will mention the winner he again postponed it. This is what makes everyone's heart pound more. He eventually won the third and first championships. The first champion of the spoiled girl named Orchid and the second champion of Misya. The face of Misya's brother changed instantly. I don't know what's wrong. The three of them were given gifts, taking pictures. Misya got off the stage when she wanted to take a picture with the winner. When a reporter was about to take his picture, he refused and pulled my hand home,
“Where are you going?”
“Already, don't ask!”
He got in the car. Two of his colleagues came in.
I know maybe he's disappointed because of the second-place finish.
