The charm of Vegetable Kang

Self Tan's

"Ang, Ma, Om."

"Morning, Queen," replied Om Randi kindly. Queena joined the dining table for breakfast.

"Queena," called Mama in a voice as gentle as the morning sun. Warm and soothing.

"Yes, Ma."

"Om Randi has found a bimbel place for you. Later in the afternoon, after school you come, yeah."

"Huh? Straight to study, Ma?"

Queena was quite surprised by the explanation from Mama. Receiving it, such as chewing processed meat that is tough. It's understandable, but it's hard to accept.

"Look around first."

"Good, Ma."

In the end, that was all Queena could say. What's again? He never had the power to argue. After all, everything Mama wants is for Queena's sake too.

"Let's pick him up at school, yeah."

"Good, Om. Thank you." Thank you."

Queena drank the milk, and ate her breakfast. He did not come along when Om Randi got up and took him off together.

"Let Queena set out on her own, Om," she refused with a fairly subtle expression. A few minutes later, the sound of Om Randi's car engine was heard away.

"Aren't you afraid of being late?"

"Ma, why didn't Mama tell me that Queena bimbel is listed?"

The girl's voice rose, in protest at the decision taken unilaterally by her mother.

"Queena, we talked about this."

Hesti put his cutlery neatly, fixed his sitting position. Firm and calm looked at the girl he had born, sixteen years ago.

"Mama .. should be right, say the same Queena. Can't dong, decide?"

"Udahlah, Queena. It's all for your good."

"Ma! Once in a while, Queena wants to be heard. Queena's human, too, Ma. Now Queena is no longer a baby. Queena's got a mind and-"

"And?" ask Mama.

"Feelings!"

Tears have spread and come out of Queena's eyelids. All the disappointment and annoyance, which he had been keeping alone spilled, overflowing, filled the air in the dining room.

"ah! Queena's leaving."

As quickly as possible Queena stood up, pushing the chair firmly back. The girl ran out, with a galloping feeling of anger. With an injured chest, gaping, and rattled by the blood of sorrow.

The wound was very painful. Pulsing all the way to school. Several times, Queena wiped her tears. Make online motorcycle taxi drivers who deliver confused and awkward.

In a way, Queena was a little sorry for saying so loudly to Mama. All this time, he always tried to be polite and gentle to the woman he respected so much. However, on the other hand he was also quite satisfied. Knowing that the wound is open. Queena hopes, after this Mama will be more sensitive to him.

In the middle of struggling with the feeling of the nelangsa, when he arrived at the school Queena surprised by crowded in the yard which was also used as a school field.

The disciples gathered and the atmosphere was quite noisy. Queena kept what she thought. Joining the others. The closer, the more he could hear clearly. The name of the person he hated the most was mentioned many times. Also, the name of the person he likes the most.

Why is there someone like Anyala? Queena asked in her too narrow mind, for there was full of bad thoughts about Anyala.  Again, he looked at Anyala.

Under the flagpole, the girl was amazing. God created Anyala with a tall and ideal body. His brain can't be said to be mediocre. Anyala is very smart. Moreover, he was born in a wealthy family.

What is the lack of anyala? Queena looking for weaknesses or weaknesses Anyala. Maybe that will save a little bit of feeling. Fixing the confidence of Queena who was always trampled by Anyala.

"Well." yeah."

Finally, Queena found him. One lack Anyala, if it can be called that. Is the color of Anyala's skin is strange. The calves and arms of the girl tend to be much darker than the face area.

With that in mind, there were at least two bad things that Queena got in mind about Anyala and her mother. It could also mean that Anyala deliberately uses super bright makeup for her face so that it looks beautiful and white.

"Heh," Queena's smile sneered at Anyala. Now he feels better than the girl. At least, Queena did not have to bother whitening the face. After all, it could be Anyala forgot to whiten her skin as well. Even if you look around again, Anyala is even beautiful with her brown skin. Especially if you are sweating.

"Inhala, spirit!" mia said to Anyala.

"Lo can't lose, yeah. Gotta get away!" sahut Nana beside him. The girl then shouted to the other students, "Let's support Anyala and Azka."

"Yeah!"

"Ofrighten! Anyala! Anyala!"

The students shouted the name Anyala together under the command of Nana. That little girl, she was emitting an incredible amount of energy. While Mia moved both of her hands, cheering up the cheering friends.

There is something not called his name. Although it should be called anyway, Azka looked fine. Queena looked at him, calm and confident. Azka is always sweet in any atmosphere. The guy didn't even stop smiling. Occasionally glanced at the fellow beside him.

Azka's body language is really annoying for Queena. That smile, Azka shouldn't give it to Anyala. For the monster skinned young girl.

Queena is sure, Anyala is an evil creature who pretends to be good. Although Azka believed, but not with Queena.

Mr. Igo broke through the crowd. Notifying that the vehicle that will deliver the school representative is ready.

"Can we come, sir?" ask one of the students.

"No need. Just pray for the best for Anyala and Atharazka. May both be chosen."

"Yeah." Yeah."

"Now, back to their respective classes. Do it!"

"Our!"

The students dispersed. Back to each other's classes. Including the students upstairs who had been listening from the balcony.

"Kasian yes, the one who was not chosen," sneered as Mia sneered while walking behind Queena.

"Hihihi, how could anyone be able to defeat Anyala."

Nana is talking to her friend. As if there was no lack of energy. Though the girl had shouted and cheered aloud.

"Huh, can it not?" Queena deliberately turned around and intercepted Mia and Nana's steps.

"What?"

"Do you know where the selection is?"

"On GOR!" answer Nana ketus.

"Why?"

"No pa-pa. Just, you guys feel weird, don't you? Same color as Anyala's skin. The skin of his body is the same as his face? Do it, hihihi. Cih, striped."

Queena said it with a sneering tone. Satisfied, this time can find the flaws of his toughest enemies.

"Heh, you village!" nana's spray that Anyala did not accept was insulted.

"Patience, Na. These people like Queena, we have to understand. Uh, lo, queena, that's a good name. Brain, heart, trash all in it."

"Meh?" This time with a confident expression, Queena took a bold stance.

Nana and Mia embrace the girl. Force him to stay away from class. They both took Queen to the toilet.

In one of the rooms, Mia and Nana sit Queena in the toilet. While Mia was guarding the door, Nana took the water with a bottle of mineral water from the faucet.

"Originally you know, Queen of the Village! Anya wear bronzing self tanning lotion! You don't know what that is? It's a lotion to darken skin tone!" bright Mia fiery.

"And from the origin of you, kayak lotion is not safe for the face. Can make clogged pores," continued Nana while holding a bottle tilted right above Queena's head. Made its contents spill over the girl's body.

"Eat him do not origin jeplak. Mouth with filter!" After saying that sentence, Mia picked up the bottle from Nana's empty hand. Throw it towards Queena. When the bottle fell, his voice was quite noisy. However, there was no trace of pain in Queena's heart. 1147