The Battle of Ugly Women

in kerjain

Alana is now in the kitchen of Zayn's house, preparing dinner dishes according to the instructions of the young man.

Alana's eye beads squeaked sharply at the young man sitting on the dining chair while playing mobile phones, waiting for Alana's cooking to come to trial.

“She punished me,” grumbled this beautiful girl as her hands brushed the pieces of chicken breast into the flour. As if to vent his frustration.

Taking a rough breath Alana recalled the incident she had just gone through while coming home shopping with Gisel.

How he faced the youth's ferocity.

“Remember the Chinese Vampires, as long as you stay in this house you can't go as you please! Starting today besides work you can't go anywhere.”

“Yah, sis.”

“That's a punishment for you! You can only leave if I give permission.”

Yes, that was the punishment he received after being late to go home for shopping with Gisel.

“Seen is him! Basic arranger,” oceh Alana again, he's getting constrained.

“Vampir China fast! I'm starving!” yelled across the street staring at his phone.

“Iya, sis.”

Alana's handcuffs in the flour-filled container grew stronger. Uh he was so upset but couldn't do anything.

“If you are hungry from earlier why not order a meal, why wait for me to cook,” grumbled Alana.

This time Alana is preparing a simple menu of fried chicken. Yes because according to his mother Vino likes food made from chicken, and this is all he can make quickly fried chicken crispy kw ala kfc it.

After spending a while now, Alana breathed a sigh of relief.

“Finally done, wow it looks so good.” Alana stared at the results of her cooking that she had just lifted from the frying pan.

“We test criuk check,” said Alana slinging while rubbing fried chicken crispy with a knife as often done ala chef.

A satisfied smile rose from the face of Alana his fried chicken wrapped in flour that was so crisp.

“Kak Vino sure likes!”

“I am also very hungry, since just shopping until I forgot to eat,” complained Alana.

The cooking is done. Alana's fried chicken is ready now she will serve it to the dining table where Zayn has been waiting for her since.

“It's ready brother,” said Alana after all on the table.

“Why is your movement so slow,” oceh Zayn cynically already feeling very hungry.

“Sorry brother. I cook fried chicken crispy, sister would love.”

Zayn retorted with a snort, pretentious to know once he would like it.

Alana then filled the plate in front of Zayn with rice and joined her in sitting on the chair. Staring at the young man had eaten crispy fried chicken for him.

“How's sis? Enable?” tanya Alana wants to know how the impression of her favorite food presented.

“Abiasa!” reply Zayn with a flat face while eating food.

Ignoring Zayn's impression he would also eat. For whatever reason, he was also very hungry.

Alana was sitting on the chair in front of Zayn about to fill the plate with rice but stopped as her cell phone ringing in her pants pocket rang.

Geez, Alana clucked she's so hungry, but why else would anyone call her.

Just disturb ...

Alana stops the action and grabs the phone in her pocket.

Gizel ...

Alana's eyebrows mengning staring at the name listed. He also answered the call.

“What's the Cell?”

“Huaaaaaa.” The sound of crying across there.

“What's wrong?” Alana panicked at the sound of Gisel's cry.

Alana then steps in to answer Gisel's call.

“Daddyku Lan, he's still punishing me. He won't let me come to the party,” reported Gisel.

“Yes Gisel it's just a party.”

“Alana I can not meet with Arion, I can not take pictures or ask for his signature.”

“Already another time can be.”

“Arion Miroslav the number one actor, it's very difficult to see him. This is Lan.” opportunity

“Ya want how else.”

“This alana is all because of that magic granny.”

Alana let out a heavy sigh, sorry about Gisel's fate how he had not prepared all of it but his intention was blown away. Gisel failed to get to the party that he expected so much, which means tomorrow will be a hard time all the time his best friend will keep raving.

After a while hearing Gisel's outpouring of heart the phone call was cut off.

Alana's back at the dinner table. Alana's bead eyes glared in surprise when she found the food on the table.

“Ya, she ... she ... which chicken skin is it?” alana said.

“He only ate his criuk flour parts!

The chicken is nude,” growled Alana clenched her hands.

Ah, sebal, the food is still left but only the fried chicken is not skinned flour.

“He could ... I'm just in the nude chicken side already ngak no criuknya!” alana Oceh.

“Dasar dzolim, I'll just answer the phone for a while," said Alana with sharp squeaking eyes.

Uhg ... sucks .. again he's worked by the young man.