My Love Was A Wind Then
The village girl turned into a city girl
"mmm...Tika tika, there's just no such thing as this.." This is all mom told me while snapping my wide eel , mom passed by leaving me in the room alone.
And...this is the time for me to do the ritual that I have been waiting for all this time , okay first I want to wash my face first just apply makeup. But I do not want to make up that makes 2 colors aka white face black hands haha. Must remain natural even though later fade powder still does not change the characteristics of my face, I play my fingers as if I will paint my own face , After 1 hour while I see a tutorial on YouTube how to make up a natural and quite perfect I just saw it pangling in my opinion yes.
May my face match with this cosmetic so as not to leave allergic spots or acne that damage my facial skin.I change clothes with the latest distro shirt tops and jeans knee-length, ' he said , hair also does not forget I arranged in sagging ties so that it looks more volume and so it is not easy to decompose.
Stand in front of the glass !!! taraaa !!!
okay, this is a good start , next I will be like this at first dressed me just a long skirt and long sleeves that are not at all in line with his subordinates even often use my own mother's negligee when at home , or my dull clothes and his many wind holes. I prefer clothes like a negligee rather than a suit of denim pants or skirt, my style of dress with the sister goddess is different , he dared to open up and dare to show his body in public with his clothes that were like a lack of materials.
This time my old clothes are just a memory, although polite and cover my body but not with the eyes of people.People look at me as if a hick or tacky with what I wear , I actually don't feel at home living here , wander along with the parents go to the city of mentally petrified people I down.
it turns out this is the dream of all women want to look perfect and more charming in the eyes of men, as long as the village but not the village maybe this is the motto of my life know my latest..
drrr...
suddenly my phone vibrated on my dresser, I took it and it turned out from Indra mas
Morning"once he called if there was no work he. I saw the clock on the wall of my room still showing at 9 am.
"hello ..tika .. what else is ? not busy right?.." he asked me ...
"ohh.. gak mas , this is again relaxing, what is mas..?" to do points directly I asked the purpose he called me..
" how can de apa mas work with tika?." asked mas Indra who made me spontaneously tepok jidat I forgot the offer mas Indra to cooperate with me , we talked about Indra's offer and I agreed to know which stepping stone I made to be more successful in the field of online sales and our conversation did not run where our topic was run away from the discussion of business, discuss about his work , about him , the life of me and his family , our chat preoccupation has taken time , the clock continues unknowingly has been talking for 1 hour with the senses.
"Yes first yes, later we connect again, ho yes later through wa aja mas send the sample yes .." my advice while turning off the phone unilaterally.
" okay deck , .. hahaha funny also you yes the person "mas Indra laughed out loud over our chat , we talked about my story of learning to make up and she laughed because she rarely found an honest woman like myself who told me what she was.
cozy also near mas Indra , his person is kind and polite , as her he is dictated by a loving family , so full of warmth close to her .
already handsome, kind and polite even though the appearance is simple but like with a more classy lifestyle than what looks luxurious.
why with my mind is , always think of him who is actually not anyone who is limited to colleagues, do not keep your limits so that it is not easy to enter the abyss , although Indra mas good but I do not know about the bad side and the deeper life about him I should not be so quick to take an assessment about him especially if related to my life.
