The Battle of Ugly Women

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The morning mentor welcomed, Zayn was ready to live the day as usual. Now he was in the dining room, eating a piece of bread with jam.

Yes the breakfast menu is just a piece of bread, because really he has no appetite, no idea what happened to him. His tongue seemed to be unable to accept the taste of cooking from the hands of others, as if he was accustomed to the concoction of Chinese Vampire cuisine, even though only a few months the woman cooked for him.

Zayn's eyes kept staring at the seat in front of him, a place that was always occupied by Alana the Chinese Vampire, the girl he used to always think could only dress up to tease him.

A sense of loneliness, empty is now felt by his heart, considering if he likes to secretly stare at Alana who reviews makeup after sweating with her cooking activities in the kitchen.

Again Zayn's heart wondered in the depths what Alana was doing far away.

It had been a week Zayn, feeling parted with the Chinese Vampire, but his heart continued to fidget the image of the woman making up thick continued to tease his mind.

The day feels really chaotic, no spirit. What's up with him? Has this been a week? But the feeling is still empty.

Sipping a glass of orange juice as a cover, Zayn ended his breakfast after his loaf of bread ran out. That's enough to fill his stomach. He was ready to go through another tough day, struggling with a lot of work in the office. Hope quickly the empty feeling is lost by busying yourself in the office.

****

Millions of stars dot the sky. The night had approached Alana at her house, lying on her back while hugging the bolts.

Looks flat objects attached to his ears. As usual Alana was receiving a call from her mother. Exchange news to each other.

“You've eaten Na?” ask the voice of the mother across there.

“Already bu,” Reply Alana.

“Mother can this already be stacked into a closet?” Alana heard the heavy voice of the man across the street talking to her mother.

“Ya put a neat ya.” Reply to mother's voice.

Alana sat on the bed straightening her body looking serious. He knows that voice.

“Mother is Milan's sister?” ask Alana to make sure.

If the man who is with his mother is his sister-in-law.

“Yes, it's Milanese, they're visiting, your sister is cooking in the kitchen.”

“Kak Milan still I told you to wipe the pot mom?” ask Alana again.

Oh, my God, this mother is so happy with her daughter-in-law.

“Yes, it's a punishment for her for hurting your daughter, and it's her promise, Na, if she gets back together with your sister,” clearly Salma's mother reminisced about the tempest at the beginning of her first child's marriage to a rich young man.

“Yeah mom, sister Milan already want to have children 3 still legal mother lap pot,” said Alana inexhaustible. His mother still sent the president, melapnya collection of panc when their household has been happy, the storm of their marriage is no longer there, they will welcome the third child. But his mother still has not removed the task.

“Mother's son is very valuable. This is also so that Milan boy thinks long to hurt your brother again.”

Alana took a heavy breath, considering her brother's marriage relationship was complicated, full of drama, tears and misunderstanding. But everything has improved.

“Mother that will not happen, brother Milan very fond of brother Nara. Kak Nara was even overwhelmed to receive an abundance of love from him,” said Alana.

“Yes, you're right Na. Really tacky, your brother's already rich hostage kidnapping with her husband. But I'm happy, your sister got a good husband, where handsome, rich again,” added Salma's mother is proud of the advantages of her daughter-in-law.

“Iya ma'am, sister Nara is very lucky.” Alana.

“May you also get a good match, rich your sister Na.”

“Kok Nana bu.” Alana rotates lazy eye. Why talk about himself.

“Iya Na's. I ngak-mulu you get the same soul mate as nak Milan. Pns is enough Na.”

“PNS, Mom. Why why?”

“If you have a husband pns, he has an old age guarantee. The most important thing is Na. If you want to take credit at the bank easily, many want to owe,” oceh the mother with a stir.

Alana rubbed her face rough. Oh my goodness this mother.

“Ya though not able to find a husband who is as rich as Milan, pns quite lah.”

“Mother.” Alana is rough.

“Iya-iya. Whatever Na, the important thing is that you are happy with her and she loves you sincerely also appreciates you. If she hurts you, mom will hit her head with mom's collection pot.”

Alana fell silent .. husband, as soon as the shadow of the handsome young man flashed through her mind. There was a feeling of guilt in him.

“Mother is already well, Nana is tired,” said Alana is not excited to continue the chat.

“Ya alright. You rest.”

Call disconnected. Alana is sad.

“Mother must be disappointed,” muttered Alana.

Alana again set the position lying on the bed. Lying staring at the ceiling, remembering a nice flash, a situation that stuck her marriage to her brother's best friend. The treatment he received from the young man.

Oh my God, Alana gasps there is something she began to realize, it turns out the story is the same as the beginning of her brother's marriage. Stuck up. Instantly the shadow of Milan, who was his sister-in-law was smearing her mother's pot in the air in his mind.

If his mother knew of his marriage, she would also receive the same punishment as her brother-in-law.

Uhg, without realizing Alana smiled funny, imagining Zayn melap one by one his mother's pot collection with her flat face. It must be adorable, as if Zayn's arbitrary attitude towards her was reciprocated.

Alana nodded quickly. Think what he is. Then shudder with the punishment of his mother Milan alone has melap pot until the third child. What about this Zayn?

“Ahhh, it won't happen, I can't know. Poor sister Vino,” muttered Alana then closed her eyes, drowsiness has hit her.

***

Late at night a black luxury car entered the courtyard. Zayn has returned home after spending a day with the office. Since there were no Chinese Vampires at home, he chose to spend a lot of time in the office.

Zayn looked at my house. For some reason every time he returned home, the tip of his heart continued to feel sad, lonely.

Breathing heavily, this handsome young man got down from the car then stepped his foot inside the house.

“Goodnight sir,” greet aunt Lucy as usual welcome back Zayn.

“Master dinner is ready,” said Aunt Lucy.

“I'm not hungry,” said Zayn briefly kept passing.

Again, he has no appetite.

Netra Zayn's eyes again stared blankly at the dining room. The corner of his heart felt hollow, the girl had really made him go crazy and kept wishing he was in her kitchen, struggling with the kitchen utensils, he said, cooking or sitting in the dining room with a cell phone receives a phone call from her mother or reviews her face with her makeup but none of that happens.

The Chinese vampire, his memories and his reflection were felt in all corners of the house.

Zayn continued his steps towards the room to rest his body.

Late at night, a handsome young man was seen lying on his king-size bed. Lying staring at the ceiling of the room, until now his eyelids have not been closed.

Again and again memories with Alana continue to cross dancing in the mind how the woman was making up, hearing funny and innocent remarks typical of citizens +62.

Zayn always asked in his heart what the woman was doing in his house?

Uhg, I think Zayn's head wants to break.

“It's been a week, why do I keep remembering that Chinese Vampire?” decak Zayn crushed the bolster that was in his arms.

“Why do I always think about it?” grouse Zayn again. “Why am I so dependent on him?” oceh Zayn, whose life became disorganized, unfeeling, uninspired and annoying, could no longer sleep well. He thought this feeling would only disappear over time.

Zayn kicked the roll away from her then got up, sat on the bed.

“I can't keep this up! That Chinese vampire is going to drive me crazy!” decak Zayn clenched his hands, then got up, got off the bed.

Zayn stepped towards the nightstand drawer grabbing a car key.

For a moment Zayn stared at the key of the car that had been in his hand.

“You are very troublesome,” grumbled Zayn then tightly grasped the car key in the palm of his hand.

After this handsome young man who was wearing a nightgown, stepped quickly out of the room, he had to head to a place that could eliminate all his anxiety and turmoil. Breaking a path in the silence of the night no matter how late it is.

***

Chinese vampires love to feel the feelings of people.

Remember Vino's brother said the advice from Sya, a strong person is not a person who can stand it and just watch his clothesline in the neighboring smoke that again burns garbage, but the strong man is the one who resists longing. It's also a week ...

Hi, miss me, don't you? Haha, uh,

Very very pede yes.

Thank God the situation is over. Hopefully it will be smooth.

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