WIDOWER NYEBELIN
Similar to Dora Monkey
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Tonight is the day that Devan reunion event takes place. Rahma must have prepared herself from the beginning so that later there she can be calm and not humiliate Devan.
Moreover, there is the presence of Ex-girlfriend there is no morality Devan, so Rahma should not appear less beautiful than the woman.
Rahma had been in her room for almost an hour. His activities are nothing but self-care. From cleaning his nails, plucking his armpit hair that may have grown again, using a variety of creams and scincare that Devan just bought yesterday and also did not forget Rahma to eradicate the legs of his ranks with waxing to look smooth.
"Miss puffer, you-huaaa!"pengilan Devan made Rahma immediately turn her head and heard Devan scream in shock Rahma joined in screaming in surprise.
Devan was surprised. Rahma's appearance now even resembles a kuntilanak ghost who was wrongly wearing powder. Rahma's face was gray and her long hair was half wet with a mess. Coupled with the state of the room is dimly lit making the impression of horror.
"Are you tired of working in my house so you want to kill me this way?!"accused Devan was upset while turning on the lights and moving his legs toward Rahma who was sitting with several bottles and scincare plastics that had been splattered on the floor.
"Hmm."Little deheman Rahma throws. Not unwilling to answer just his mouth feels cramped due to the limitations of the mask that he applied too close to the lips.
"What is that ugly face of yours?"tanya Devan poked Rahma's mask that was half dry. Water droplets from Rahma's hair on the floor disgust Devan himself. The girl is really slovenly and slovenly. Can't the girl just keep the image in front of Devan for a day?
At least don't look slobby, do you?
Devan got up from his seat and went into Rahma's bathroom. After getting what he was looking for Devan immediately sat on the edge of the mattress and plugged the hairdyer.
Rahma looked at Devan confused.
"Don't baper I just don't want to slip and end up being a concussion because of the water droplets from your nest hair!"devan sarcasm. Rahma wanted to smile, but her face felt stiff and she paled.
Rahma immediately regressed her seat and leaned against the foot of the bed. His hands were busy holding a small fan to help dry his mask, while Devan helped dry his hair.
It is quite romantic if Devan can be smooth in speaking, but what is Devan's prestige is greater even though he just wants to say soft words to Rahma.
"Sir, you want to look good, right, at your reunion show later?"ask Rahma suddenly. The girl's voice was a little unclear, but Devan could still understand.
"I've never looked ugly" Devan replied, shredding the hairdyer plug.
"My father take care of yourself a little like this" explained Rahma. Devan shuddered amusedly looking at Rahma's face.
"Ogah, don't use any liquids I've looked handsome," Devan refused.
"Ck, this is gonna be exciting. Once in a while you have to understand the concept of taking care of yourself!" Rahma immediately opened her pink mask, after stirring it in a container Rahma directly applied to Devan's face.
"No I don't want to! it's disgusting, I don't like it! Don't dirty my face," cried Devan thrashing.
"Hey, calm down I don't want to circumcise you," replied Rahma who was inexhaustible with Devan.
"Shut up, you'll get in the mouth! shut your mouth tight and close your eyes!"Rahma's Word. Devan as a real man who doesn't understand anything about scincare can only obey rather than later the liquid makes him blind, Devan thought.
"Saturday!"hiss Rahma cut Devan's speech.
"Well done, wait for fifteen minutes to wash" Rahma said. Devan immediately grabbed the small glass that Rahma had used. Devan was so scared himself to see the fate of his horrible face.
"Geez my face, I even look like a dora monkey" Devan said. Rahma who heard it immediately laughed out loud. Just realized it turns out that the duda nyebelin is similar to the monkey dora.
"Is this made from children's syrup?why the smell is like rotten strawberries, "devan commented while sniffing the scent of a mask on his face.
"The father was made from rotten strawberries mixed with tapeworms and added giraffe lice spices" Rahma replied.
"Ish, my face is stiff, I can't talk, can I rinse now?"ask Devan. Rahma nodded quickly.
"Your skin can peel off if you wash it not until fifteen minutes" replied Rahma. Devan glared in shock.
"But I can't talk! It's sucking my skin!"devan protested while rubbing his face. Rahma could only laugh.
"Then did that not speak his name?"hardik Rahma's.
"Miss puffed up,"Devan whined like a child, the man really looked panicked and repeatedly tried to touch his face, she said, but fearing what Rahma said about her flaking face made Devan fearless.
"How is it, I can't stand it and really suck my face" Devan said, Rahma still laughed, not looking at the other side of Devan that people might not know. Well that's him, plain-plain o'on.
"Let's wash it's time" Rahma said. Devan quickly ran into the bathroom and when the man was about to wash his face Rahma again said.
"Be careful his face peels if it doesn't wash it properly" Rahma said. Devan growled in annoyance and looked at Rahma sharply
"How should we? Just watch my face blister I'll make sure I fire you!" Devan again gave a threat that Rahma already knew was just wishful thinking. How dare Devan fire Rahma.
"Well, here." Devan according. The man approached Rahma.
"Have the widower swear by the drop of the tower put you down for a moment?" Devan immediately laughed and lowered his face so that it could be aligned with Rahma who was only limited to his shoulders.
"Based on the dwarf's bloodline,"reply Devan.
"Close your eyes if you don't want to do it" Rahma said. Devan once again said. It seemed to worry the man when he foolishly believed in what Rahma said.
Rahma smiled sweetly as her busy hand washed Devan's handsome face. There is a strange loop in Rahma while enjoying her togetherness with Devan at this time. I don't know Rahma was unable to explain how she felt that Rahma was happy when she was at Devan's side.
"Already," said Rahma when she had dried Devan's face with a small towel.
"My face isn't torn?" Devan asked while researching his face.
"No, it's just that your jakun is gone" Rahma replied as she washed her own face.
