The Battle of Ugly Women

Banalities

“Alana you are great! Now that Zayn is being nice to you,” splashy Gisel holds the shoulder of Alana who is sitting on a chair inside the salon.

Alana can conquer Zayn the jutek is Gisel's hope from the first. Now look at her so hot.

Alana rotates the lazy eye, why does brother Zayn kiss her in front of Gisel, now look at this flaky and perverted woman so enthusiastically.

“She must have started to like you!” gisel draws his conclusions.

Alana smiled obliquely, hearing Gisel's words.

Loved ...

“Do not talk carelessly cell.” Alana leaned her body on the back of the chair.

“Look he kissed you earlier, meaning he likes you.”

“That's impossible Cells,” tepis Alana quickly. “Indeed what he saw from women making up thick like the face of a Chinese vampire, like me,” said Alana lowly. And that's the truth. Zayn even called him that.

Alana then straightened her body, puffing her chest. “See my body is also not sexy, no indentation, straight rich spoon putu cake,” confused Alana considering Zayn's remarks to Alana. He said the man would not be interested in her. Alana is not the ideal type of Zayn the president.

Yes naturally, a President like Zayn should get a woman who has a face as beautiful as a goddess with a body ouhai.

Gisel patted his eel, anxious. Geez humbled him.

“Lan remembers that love sees nothing. Love can come because you are getting used to it. He's comfortable with you" Gisel explained at length.

Alana rested her body on the back of the chair.

“Yes could be Cells. In the eyes of the great president and classmate Zayn, a person like me is only rich in pickles, not important and on the waist,” said Alana Nemepis Gisel's mind.

“Yes my goodness Alana you are! He sees the goodness of your heart. So trust yourself a little. Zayn will surely love you,” Gisel explained.

Uhg, so anxious he was, it was obvious that the jutek had kissed him. If she doesn't like it she won't touch Alana and act cool just as Alana often receives.

Alana then got up from her seat. I don't want this conversation to continue.

“Already Cell! There will be no love for a woman as ugly as me,” lirih Alana hold next to her cheek and then pass put on a sad face.

Gisel stared at Alana's departure. His chest felt slashed when he heard the words of his best friend.

Gisel understood, Alana does not have the confidence. The bad face seems to always make Alana feel unworthy and inappropriate for anyone. That's why Gisel really knows that Alana does not want to know love, never even fostering the hope of falling in love with the opposite sex.

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Golden light has graced the twilight sky. Today's work time is enough to go home.

“Kak Zayn why? Why does he change well and attention, his behavior changes, sweet, rich people want to minjam money,” Inner Alana since earlier. Now sitting on a motorcycle staring at the back of this man who was piggybacking on him.

Yes, again and again Alana asked inwardly when Zayn came to the salon to pick her up. It felt like Alana was not feeling well, as if she had troubled this president.

Alana continued to wrestle with her mind. The engine that turned off made Alana wake up and look around it turns out he was in front of his house.

Alana got off the bike quickly. He opened the helmet he was wearing.

“Thank you brother,” said Alana with a smile. He should thank her, though he didn't ask for it.

Zayn simply replied with a nod.

“Come in,” said Zayn gently, then turned the motor key, turned on the engine of the motor. Zayn also has to leave before nightfall.

“One more time thank you, brother Zayn ngak stop by first?” bargain Alana pleasantly smiled pointing at her house with her tail of eyes. To the young man who had prepared to turn the gas on the handlebar of the motor, would leave.

Saying pleasantries as people often do to show hospitality.

Alana frowned confused when Zayn who was preparing to leave, instead turned off the motorbike engine, released the key of his motorbike and opened the helmet he was wearing.

Alana was surprised to take a few steps back, as Zayn got off his vehicle instead. And now stand beside him.

Oh my God, what's he doing? Why get off the bike, shouldn't he come home. Just hit the gas.

“Kak Zayn want what?” alana looked in wonder.

“Hey you forgot, You're going to tell me to stop by,” sosor Zayn a prestigious young man who can't see a chance. Now a grin adorns his face.

Alana flinched in shock .. glared in surprise.

Uhg, totally beyond Alana's expectations, this president will be visiting her house again ...

Alana put on a frowning face, looking at Zayn who had stepped first towards the door of the house, leaving Alana who was still standing sculpting.

“Ihh, brother Zayn. Basic, does he not know his name pleasantries,” decak Alana then drag a step about to enter the house.

Alana's pleasantries have kept her busy, now she is in the kitchen cooking dinner for Zayn.

this is a valuable lesson for Alana don't mince words with Zayn Arsenio. Because in the dictionary of the young man jutek there is no pleasantries.

After struggling in the kitchen Alana also served dinner. The couple ate together in small talk.

No more jutek faces from Zayn or from Alana who always frowned if you get a spicy speech from Zayn.

This time they look familiar and familiar.

After finishing dinner Alana washes their used dishes while Zayn waits in the living room sitting on the sofa watching tv.

Alana's done with everything, now she's leaving the kitchen. Thin wrinkles adorned his face as he stared at Zayn still in his house, sitting on the sofa staring at the thin screen before him.

Netra Alana also leads to a clock attached to the wall. Which now reads eight o'clock in the evening, almost nine o'clock.

Alana stepped closer.

“Kak Zayn! Still here?” ask Alana. The one who asked why he hadn't come home.

Zayn looked at Alana with a grin. The young man turned to wriggling, massaging the nape of his neck.

“Today I am very tired, it feels like I can not bring my motor,” complained Zayn.

Tired ...

Alana was silent, staring at the tired curls on Zayn's face, there was a feeling of guilt tickling her heart, this must be because of it.

Tuh right, should this president not drive and pick him up, his work in the office alone was tiring even in addition to back and forth to pick him up. Another one must drive his own motorbike, but usually Zayn sits casually in a car driven by a driver or Ken. Zayn must be tired, thought Alana justifying the amount of work done by Zayn today. uhg, Long and tiring day. Alana is sorry.

Then if this is what Alana should do. He didn't want to take it and pick it up either.

"Sorry Brother Zayn is troublesome" Alana said guiltily.

“It's okay," cut Zayn.

Zayn raised his two hands, stretched his body.

"Yes, because you are making me tired.So I will stay here tonight,” sosor Zayn said quickly and threw his body on the back of the sofa.

Whahuh? How-how?

Alana stood frozen, her eyeballs as if coming out of place after hearing a word from Zayn.

What stay ...

Ghengt ...

Bak in lightning strike Alana heard the word stay. Zayn stayed at his house. It's insanity. This young man will not return to his home.

With a stiff neck Alana slowly turned her gaze, staring at the door of the room.

Alana swallowed her saliva with great difficulty.

“The room in this house is only one,” Inner Alana.

Instantly, his lungs felt dry. At the moment he is having trouble breathing well.

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So Alana do not talk. this jutek can not see the opportunity ...