31 Days
BTS Suga
...Nana's taste is not so bad....
...*******...
Farel sat down very nervously and trembled. He did not expect that Nana had dragged him into a pretty cringe salon.
The salon is small, located at the very end of a rundown alley. The interior and style of this salon is very crowded with gothic knickknacks. Most importantly, here is the salon where the w*ria gather.
"You want a rich hairstyle, what ayang," said Tasya flirtatious, the reliable hairdresser in this salon.
From behind Nana was holding back her laughter. This time it is clearly illustrated if Nana is very happy Farel was seduced by Tasya.
Farel's face was red. The feeling in his heart was so mixed. There was resentment, anger, shame and helplessness.
"Come, it's important not to be tacky," replied Farel jutek.
"Duh. really fierce, Tasya more like deh," Tasya's tease more sticky like gum.
Nana then stood up and approached the two of them. He looked at Farel very gently, as if hinting that Farel should be more rilex.
"Madam Tasya, the most good at making people more handsome. I guess my husband is good at wearing what hairstyle?" asked Nana who really wanted to help Farel.
"Olalalaa.. You know the nickname madam salon? Wonder Land Salon, all you can do.
Want to be an Arab prince? Canaa..
Want to be sultan of India? Can bangeet..
Want to be a Korean oppa? Just take care of it.." explained Tasya with great joy.
Hearing the answer from the salon owner who is so unique, Nana added enthusiasm to change the appearance of Farel. While Farel was too resigned to the behavior of this astral creature.
The combination of Tasya and Nana madam is very suitable. Very fitting make Farel's head dizzy seven circumference.
"My husband is suitable to use the Korean trend" said Nana.
"That's it... Jeng Nana knows. Your husband is indeed oriental and smooth well," Tasya replied as she walked towards the shelf. There he brought a catalog containing examples of Korean men's hair.
Farel was forced to take the catalogue and look at it carefully. In front of his eyes were now lined with many beautiful crystal-clear white men.
It's not her taste, Farel doesn't like cute style and is too young. But if he rejects Tasya's offer, it will become more complicated.
Without much thinking. Farel very arbitrarily pointed to one of the catalog sheets. He pointed to seven rows of very contemporary men.
"Yes God... Your choice is a big cut! Madam didn't think you chose BTS!" tasya shouted hysterically.
"Yes, you fit in with them. BTS again hits really, really" said Nana with a faint laugh.
"Yes, anywhere," replied Farel increasingly jutek.
"Come dong, you choose from these seven men which one do you want?" tanya Tasya was very enthusiastic.
Farel did not want to argue with the owner of this salon. He then chose whichever one he thought was quite ok. At that time Farel's index finger leads to one photo of the man at the end.
"Can't dong dear, Jungkook is Madam's boyfriend, later beb Jungkook angry again same Madam," Tasya replied with a lebay face.
Farel took a slow breath. He tried to patiently face all the snares and privations of the salon owner. Then Farel quickly pointed to another man who was in front of the line.
"Damn.... Don't dong ayang. That's Kim Nam Joon, he's my priest. Madam leader in the household later. Time was also paled," Tasya's protest grew more fussy.
"Yes, that's it, right!" farel said with great annoyance. At that time he also chose the man in the middle row.
Tasya's eyes became happy. Farel's choice this time was not wrong. For him this figure is very suitable for the type of jutek and fierce man like Farel.
"Nah gini dong, this is a big pitcher for you" Tasya replied.
"Who is he?" farel asked silently, beginning to wonder.
"SUGA, that's bad boy. Rich you are cute but handsome!" tasya Goda.
"You Suga, saga seeds, whatever you want.it's important this fox cepetan fucking mushroom hair!" farel's orders were firm and narrow
*****
During the day, in the heat of the sun. Agus was standing under the overpass. He and the three punk kids were looking for Jony's whereabouts.
Agus also tried to extract accurate information from them. Because the three of them are temporary key witnesses to reports of the disappearance of the head of this punk gang.
Agus kept asking people around the bridge. He kept asking if anyone saw Jony last night. Unfortunately, no eyewitnesses saw the figure.
He kept trying to dig up a lot of information from various parties. Wish there was a piece of useful information to find that punk kid.
Then he began to see a bunch of other punk kids who were walking straight following the direction of the railroad tracks. He asked them if Jony could often cross the railroad tracks.
Very compactly they answered yes. They explained that almost every day they often hang out near the railroad barrier.
So after hearing the explanation from them, Agus began to walk around the direction of the railway.
From the direction under the bridge to the railway doorpost only takes 20 minutes. It was there that Agus began to feel his instincts as a detective.
He started walking with small steps, his head lowered towards the underground. He continued to search for any possible clues in this place.
Shortly after, his two eyes began to catch something of a strange color. He saw clearly there were patches of dried blood stuck on top of the gravel.
He immediately put on the gloves and picked up the gravel. Very carefully he began to look at the stone which was already red in color.
Then he quickly began to glance right and left, hoping to find many more marks of blood spots left behind.
It was not difficult to find any traces of dried blood. Around a lot of soil and gravel scattered with red color. So Agus followed the blood pattern directing it to a bush.
Agus stood in front of the huge bush. He could see clearly if the green color of the leaves had been mixed with the color of blood. Agus checked into the bush immediately.
Both of his eyes were aghast, his heart was beating very fast. Not when he saw the figure m*yat man wearing punk clothes hiding in there.
His head h*scaled and almost split the t*tock. His eyes were tightly closed and his skin began to pierce.
But after looking deeper, Agus found another strange thing. He saw that under the nose of the corpse there were fibers of mustache fur that looks exhausted in shaving.
What kind of murder is this? Why did he leave behind such an unusual trail of murder. What's the purpose of all this?
Agus for a moment could not resuscitate his entire sanity. He was still very afraid to see m*yat. Because this is the first time he's dealt with m*yat.
*****
The night before going to write the third diary. Farel was busy in the bathroom.
He with a glowing face was doing a series of skin care quite a lot. He looked in the mirror with enthusiasm.
He kept remembering what happened in the office. He still continued to feel unparalleled joy. That everyone in the office praised his latest hairstyle a lot.
Even he did not expect if there was a chatter here and there that said he looked like a Korean star. At that moment, his confidence level rose 1000-fold.
Farel continued to look at his face in the mirror. While smiling her own smile she felt that Suga BTS brought great luck.
He then opened the HP screen and searched for sources of information in an internet search. He starts to teapot with the figure of Suga. He wanted to know more about this idol.
After he saw a lot of pictures of Suga scattered in cyberspace. He felt that Suga's skin was so smooth. He began to feel the palpable area of his chin on his face. At that moment he began to feel that his beard hair would start to grow.
Because he wanted to be smooth like Suga BTS, Farel's hand then looked for a shaving device. Strangely, however, he did not find the small tool.
Farel then opened the bathroom door, he shouted towards Nana.
"Nana... You see my hair shave?" farel asked in a loud voice.
At that time Nana also walked over to Farel who only used a towel. He looked at Farel with worry.
"What the hell did Rel yell that rich yell."
"Did you see a hair shaving device in the bathroom here, right?"
"Well, where does Nana know. It's just you who use such tools here," Nana replied seriously.
"But ko can disappear anyway, usually there is also. Tumben really," murmured Farel with annoyance.
"I'll smooth the rails, where there's fur on my face. What if I steal a feather shave what the hell is a rail?"
"Well.. Could you please cut someone else's mustache?" farel asked back with a sullen face.
"Ko now you're the ngawur anyway," said Nana.
"I don't care about Na, you like to write the mustache in the diary. What a mustache, it's worth my hair shaving kit gone!" jolt Farel while closing the bathroom door violently.