The Battle of Ugly Women

salons

The morning before Zayn had been preparing for his busy day at the office with many reports and meetings. But before that it's according to plan overnight if he's going to return Alana's food container, before he goes to the office.

With a paper bag, this young man had walked towards the parked car where Ken had stood opening the car door for him.

Zay got into the car, holding the paperbag as if it were a precious object.

“Ken, before going to the office, take me to the salon where Alana works. I have to return her container,” said Zayn who sat in the back seat staring at the paper bag containing Alana's container.

Yes, even though she had torn her heart, but she still cared, if that thing was precious to Alana. As the woman said she would get trouble from her mother if the container was lost. And unfortunately, the corner of Zayn's heart did not want Alana to get into trouble. Silly him, still attention to the woman who cut wounds on him and make it seem crazy because without his presence.

Shortly traveled now the car driven has been in front of the salon.

For a moment, Zayn stared silently at the salon observing closely. Zayn's heart rhythms are pounding hard. He'll meet with Alana again.

Meet someone who does not love you back.

Oh my gosh, it's just going to re-make her feelings throbbing sorely, given Alana's rejection. But he had to return the container, Zayn's alibi, convinced himself. He continued to wrestle with his doubt-covered mind.

Ken who was sitting in the steering chair, stared at the circular watch on his wrist. It had been almost ten minutes they were in front of the salon. The master is still not out of the car.

Actually Zayn is still fighting with himself, on the other hand he does not want to see the woman again he knows will make him hurt, but at the end of his heart, he said, lie if his feelings are not tingled to look back at that face. She misses him so much. Uhhh, he seems to want to go crazy.

Taking a deep breath, Zayn tried to calm down in front of Alana. And shortly after gathering confidence.

Zayn went down, tote the paper bag containing the green container, stepping towards the salon.

Meanwhile, Gisel who was in the salon sitting pensively on the long sofa of visitors, he also lost his spirit again after Alana was no longer in this salon, no one else heard the story.

Hearing the sound of the salon door opening weakly Gisel set his gaze, seeing who was coming.

Gisel jumped in shock as his manic caught the handsome young man in a white suit just through the salon door. The female reflex stood up.

Zayn

What is this young man for?

“Tu ..lord Zayn,” greet Gisel flutter closer to welcome the president.

That handsome face only put on a flat look at Gisel. The tail of his eyes tried to examine the state of the salon looking for the existence of Alana, but did not find the shadow of the woman.

Good then, Zayn thought.

“Sorry sir, what is it you are here for?” ask Gisel directly.

“Master came looking for Alana?’ guess Gisel.

Zayn's hand then stretched out thrusting the paper bag on Gisel. He better leave it, it's better he doesn't meet with Alana.

“I just want to restore this,” Zayn said in a cold tone. He decided to leave it to Gisel.

Seeing Zayn thrust a paperbag at him, Gisel's hand gradually greeted him. Although Gisel's face implies not understanding.

“The container is hers, give it to her later,” Zayn's message.

Not wanting to waste any time, Zayn turned around and left but took a step.

“Master does not need to leave it on me, Alana is no longer working in this salon,” said Gisel.

Deg ...

Zayn's steps stopped immediately, hearing Gisel's words. If Alana doesn't work at this place anymore? Then where is he?

Zayn quickly turned back to look at Gisel.

“You just save this place,” said Gisel then return the paperbag to Zayn.

“What do you mean?” ask Zayn impatiently.

“He has returned to Indonesia. He will not return to this place,” explained Gisel put up a grateful letter.

Go ...

Zayn's heart felt free-falling to the bottom of the stomach. Zayn's body instantly froze like blood, hearing that Alana had left the country. And says. Won't come back to make Zayn, full.

The Chinese vampire will not return, Zayn's feelings suddenly rumbled.

“When does he go?” zayn asked now his voice sounded urgent.

“When he met you, he was actually saying goodbye,”, Gisel said.

Pamite

Zayn's lungs were dry. His thoughts in the pruning were quick to recall his last meeting with Alana.how he quarreled then said to leave before her.

Oh, my God, he kicked Alana out at the time. Zayn's chest was cramped back. His words must have hurt Alana very much back then. He's really gone.

Ahhh Fuck. Zayn regretted saying that.