The Battle of Ugly Women
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Time passes quickly, nothing changes. Alana still lives together with her jutek husband.
As usual, Alana is preparing a dinner menu.
“Already sister,” said Alana after serving all her cooking at the dinner table.
Zayn stopped playing the phone and stared at the table. The cooking menu this time is fried chicken with vegetable capcay really appetizing, from earlier he was already hungry. Especially the menu this time from the chicken which is his favorite.
Alana was still standing serving Zayn filling the rice on his plate. It was like she was playing a good wife.
Alana sat down after her task was done. He was about to fill his plate but stopped when the ringing sound of his phone rang.
Alana grabs the phone in her pants pocket reading the number listed.
His eyebrows shriveled when he did not find a name on his phone screen.
“Whose number is this? What's the work phone,” muttered Alana.
Alana looked at Zayn who was eating voraciously.
“Let me answer, if I answer now he will not narrate me food,” Inner Alana.
Alana put her phone on the edge of the table. He decided not to pick it up, he did not want to answer the call, just as Zayn had already finished his meal.
“Why didn't you answer?” zayn asked when he saw Alana just shut up.
“Not later!” alana Sahut. Moreover, he had seen Zayn look to have taken a swing.
“Wire if I answer the call, he will definitely eat everything, let alone this fried chicken,” Inner Alana already knows the habits of this young man. This time he will not be deceived.
Ignoring Alana's calls and filling her plate after she starts eating with Zayn.
Alana thinks if she ignores the call then the phone will stop, apparently not. His phone kept ringing.
“Chinese vampire your phone is very noisy, just mess up your appetite! Go and answer your call!” expel Zayn.
Messing up her appetite she said, Alana puked her lips, this is what you were waiting for me to leave this dining table, Alana grumbled inwardly.
Alana had no choice but to grab her phone and start answering calls, but this time she didn't want to leave.
“Halo!” alana. “Who is this?”
“This is Arion,” replied the voice across there.
“Arion.”
Arion, geez instantly Alana's face blushed. For what reason did this artist contact him.
Zayn stopped bribing food into the mouth. Why did his cousin contact Alana.
Alana took a breath fixing her heartbeat. His ghost returned.
“Ya Arion, what's up?” alana asked in embarrassment.
Zayn who saw Alana's behavior sighed violently when he saw Alana who was like a shy princess who was touched withered, melted when he found out she got a phone call from the artist.
“Next week of my movie screening and Tomorrow of the weekend, I'm off, what if I meet. I'll give you the ticket.”
“Tomorrow yes.”
“Yes, remember you also have a contract debt to me.”
“Wait a minute.” Alana put her phone away. Looking towards Zayn.
“Kak Zayn, Arion invited me to meet and will give me a free viewing ticket, if I can go,” asked Alana however who has the power for permission is this young man.
“Terden! I don't care, the important thing is that you do your job! Before you go!” sosor Zayn with ketus.
A smile curvature rose on Alana's face, only a small housework for her just cooking and cleaning the house she could start early. Yess she can go with Arion and get a free ticket.
“Yes, well tomorrow we meet,” break up Alana.
The phone connection was cut off, Alana clutched her phone in the chest while smiling. Ah like winning the lottery he's on Arion's phone and he can walk around together what a chance step.
“I'll show off to mommy, Mom your son is walking around with the number one artist Germany.” Inner Alana.
Zayn chuckled and twisted his eyes looking at this little girl so happy to get Arion's phone. Basic flirty.
***
The sun has risen its scorching rays of stinging skin, today is Alana's time to meet with Arion. Alana has been cleaning the house since. According to what Zayn said if he could leave if he did his job.
Uhg, this is the last task of mopping the floor.
Alana looked at Zayn lying on a long sofa while playing on a mobile phone.
Ck, Really like the noble king alone, it only takes the ladies who hold the fan behind him he is like Pharaoh, Alana in heart as her hand pushes the mop, Alana in her heart, while she is a maid.
After a while Alana's task was completed. This girl also breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he must prepare.
It didn't take long Alana was neat. Wearing a pink dress she looks so beautiful, how not she will meet an artist.
This girl had been standing before Zayn about to ask permission to leave.
“So Zayn all my tasks are done I can go right,” said Alana carved a sweet smile standing in front of Zayn.
Zayn directed his gaze at Alana, then snorted annoyedly at the appearance of the Chinese Vampire who looked unusual, in total, only met the artist.
Zayn then sat on the sofa, spread out his arms and rested his body on the back of the sofa.
“Today I am off, it feels like I want to eat a good meal, it looks like good rendang too,” he said in a flowing tone.
Rendang .. mind Alana air rendang is a food that uses a lot of spices with the duration of cooking for hours.
“You have to make it before you go!” tukas Zayn relaxed, then back lying staring at the screen of his phone.
Huh, what?
Alana was stunned with her mouth wide open. His jaw wanted to fall. Heard Zayn's orders for him.
How-how? did he say that? He'll eat rendang and Alana will make it. It's crazy, Oh my God he has to go. He has an appointment. It felt like Alana wanted to roll around on the floor because of this annoying guy.
Zayn looked back at Alana who was gawking like her soul was out of her body.
“And I like rendang if the bulb is ulek directly do not use blender. More typical,” said Zayn again relaxed and then looked back at his phone, a faint grin adorning his handsome face.
What ...
Ghengt ...
Cannot be blender.
Alana was just dumbfounded standing in the tub where she was struck by lightning hearing Zayn's orders. It's crazy what time he's done?
What about his meeting with Arion.
****
Yes, I have told you not to go, ribet amet.
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