The Battle of Ugly Women

morning together

The morning sun has welcomed. Zayn who had been neatly looking very handsome wearing a white casual t-shirt came down from the stairs.

This young man's eyebrows pucker up while staring at the still quiet state of the house.

“Where is he?” muttered Zayn observed the entire room arranged freely without a partition to set up the entire section.

Zayn's footsteps continued to walk to the kitchen. The look in his eyes towards the dining table was still as neat as ever. There is no sign that someone is presenting something.

“He's not awake!” mumbling Zayn.

This is his first morning with Alana. Alana has not yet appeared.

“He did not prepare breakfast. She forgot she wasn't the mistress in this house, she was just a substitute for the waitress,” grumbled Zayn clucked in annoyance when he found out the girl he was assigned to change housemaids had not done anything yet.

“Basic slackers! I'll drag you,” decak Zayn and then step into Alana's room.

Alana sat in the makeup mirror since she applied makeup to her face. Reviewing one by one starting from facial moisturizers, thick foundation and others.

It took quite a long time for Alana to cover up her ugly face apparently. Uh, it feels really exhausting, he wants this to end. And the operation that can make him free.

Zayn had been at the door of the room, without waiting for the young man to hang his hand knocking on the door of the locked room.

Alana had just held onto the spot of the choking but gasped when the knock on the door sounded.

“Hei wakes up lazy," exclaimed Zayn from outside.

“Kak Vino,” said Alana was surprised to hear the young man's loud voice.

“Hei! Exit now also.”

Exit ....

Jeez instantly Alana became panicked, she had not finished her makeup and the young man had forced her out of the room.

“Ya, sister wait a minute,” hold Alana who has not applied her last make up.

“Hey come out or I'll open the door and drag you,” Zayn threatened.

The more ambiguous Alana is made will acamannya. How'this?

“I count to three. If you're not out yet I'll drag you!” press Zayn.

“One ..”

Hearing Zayn's threat, Alana glanced at his face in the mirror and got up. Ah, he did not want to be dragged by that fierce young man.

Alana carried the powder in hand, stepping quickly to open the door while rubbing the origin of her face with a powder spoon to perfect her facial patch.

“Yes, sis,” said Alana who just opened the door of the room is still busy with rubbing her face.

Zayn rotated his lazy eye looking at Alana's behavior.

“I told you! You live in this house not as a princess, but your job is to replace the waiter,” Zayn's scolding with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Iya brother, wait a minute, I wear powder first,” hold Alana staring at her face in the small glass attached to the powder she was wearing.

“Waste of time!”

Zayn snorted and wordlessly pulled Alana's hand to go with him.

“So wait a minute I still use powder,” exclaimed Alana. Jeez, he's really in the drag to come along.

Alana and Zayn were in the kitchen. Alana is still busy with her powder that has not been evenly distributed.

“Now cook make breakfast for me, you can cook!” decreed Zayn.

Cooking ...

“Breakfast, I cooked kak!” alana's birthday doesn't believe.

“Of course.”

“I want breakfast now!” zayn said irrefutable.

“Kak later make up me fade,” Alibi Alana.

Uh, Alana's been worrying. Afraid Zayn noticed the strangeness on his face.

“I don't care about your make up! Do yourjob! Fast!” resounding.

Alana smashed her lips completely indisputable.

“Alright, what do you want to eat?” tanya Alana put on a frowning face, choosing resignation.

“So, just be careful if it is not good, and be careful if you give a strange one. I'm watching you,” press Zayn and then leave Alana.

Alana took a heavy breath. Before starting Alana check the state of the kitchen that looks so clean with white shades. Alana started checking the food.

“Wah Kak Vino, as in Indonesia," muttered Alana when looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator Zayn as a whole.

Alana was speechless thinking about what cooking she would serve the arrogant young man.

Until he remembered that Zayn used to love fried rice breakfast at his home.

“Ya, fried rice only,” break up Alana and then start the action by skillfully preparing the cuisine for Zayn.

After a while all was available, Alana now brought two dishes of fried rice with eggplok on it.

“It's ready sister,” said Alana put on the dining table where Zayn had been sitting waiting.

Zayn stared fixedly at the fried rice plate in front of him from the fragrance alone was already appetizing.

“You didn't do anything, did you?" ask Zayn.

“No brother, this is very tasty,” reply Alana.

Zayn snorted, confident once he was, then started spooning food into his mouth.

Alana breathed a sigh of relief that her task had been completed Zayn had eaten his homemade breakfast.

"Good god I'm sweating!" lamented Alana panicked, remembering she had just cooked, quickly regaining the powder in her pocket.

Zayn was silent for a moment. "Taste this," Zayn's inner sense that he had never felt again, had been cooking for him but never tasted the same. But today this woman before him, made her memories open.

“It feels the same as at his house,” muttered Zayn immediately reminiscing about a house with a girl in glasses.

Zayn raised his gaze fixedly staring at Alana who was in front of him.

Why when he saw this woman, his old memories were always open, he felt familiar.

“Gosh because of cooking, sweat and oil on my face looks like a martabak box,” complained Alana heboh increasingly rubbed his face.

Zayn was jolted from his daydream, waking up to shake his head at Alana's behavior.

“No way ...” murmured Zayn brushed off his mind as he stared at Alana who looked like a flirtatious woman with her hands rubbing the powder mats against her face, having since just noticed her face.

It's not the person he knows, the woman in his memories is not flirtatious and does not like to dress up, Zayn thought while imagining a geeky woman who is still always in his heart and mind.

“They are not the same, Nara does not like to dress up, While She is only a flirtatious and coquettish woman, who tries to trap me," Zayn's inner self assured.

"It turns out, you don't like to sweat huh," murmured Zayn squinted at Alana who was still busy with her powder.

"Today will be a long day for you, I will continue to make you sweat," Zayn's inner self with a devil smile yes, his mind has been filled with plans for Alana.

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