Annoying Ex-Boyfirend
Mama and Jayden?

"Thank you, yeah, Ze. Aunty likes the same results of your make up." Miranda praised the make up artist who was none other than her own nephew. The woman in her mid-50s looked as if she was not bored looking at her face that looked twenty years younger.

"Together, Aunt. The result is good also because Aunt's facial skin is very well maintained." Zevanna praised back.

This has been the umpteenth time the girl put on makeup people and no one has protested with the results of her makeup. If this continues Zevanna more confident to open makeup services using his own name.

"Yes, already. Aunty wants to see Vania first, yeah."

"Yes, Aunt."

The woman in a pastel brocade dress then came out, leaving Zevanna who is now tidying up makeup tools. Thirty minutes later, the door to the hotel room was reopened. Priscilla—kak cousin and boss—included while carrying a dress and approached Zevanna who had just laid down on the sofa.

"By the way, I saw Aunt Miranda's eyeshadow less blending. Next time be more careful again, yes," said Priscilla always to the point when it comes to work.

Zevanna's forehead wrinkled faintly. He seemed to have noticed every detail. He also always remembered the input that had been given Priscilla. But for some reason, there is always a lack.

Lazy to think long, Zevanna also took a notebook with a unicorn picture to take notes. It's easier to type on a cell phone, but for Zevanna, something will be easy to remember if she ever wrote it in a book.

"If you're done, get ready. I told Bobby to come here to help with our hair. Oh, the dress." Priscilla pointed at the dress she was carrying with her chin, while her hand grabbed the coffee that the bridal family had prepared for her, Zevanna, and Bobby—hair stylist and friend during Priscilla's college.

"Sir Priss ...." Zevanna. He threw his notebook and pen at the table carelessly. "Gue was absent, yes, in her blessing Kak Vania. Dingy. After the reception, I'm not going to go, really. Promise." His right hand formed the mark of victory.

"Don't do that. I'm also tired, but do you want if you marry later there are relatives who do not come just because they are tired?"

Zevanna's face was bent. With ogah-ogahan she finally got up, took her dress, and disappeared behind the bathroom door. It had occurred to him to sleep in there, but considering there was Bobby who could break down the door at any time to make Zevanna undo his intentions.

Bobby was already in the room and was curling Priscilla's hair when Zevanna came out of the bathroom. Kontan the girl approached, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to Priscilla.

"Eitz! Patience napa, Ze. Prissy was about to finish, really," exclaimed Bobby, watching Zevanna take her hair dyed.

"Gue abis from kemaren salon. So, just make it clean." Zevanna didn't get dizzy. He instantly pegged his long, shiny black hair, whereas Bobby simply put his shoulders back indifferently.

In the middle of the wedding blessing procession which will be directly continued with the reception, Zevanna was sleepy. Understandably, he did not sleep because last night had just been partying at the birthday event Astrid, his best friend, and only until home at five in the morning in a state of half-drunk. After a few hours, Priscilla had already banged on the door of her room because they had to go to the hotel where she was now.

Zevanna immediately went for a drink as soon as the reception began. His eyes are very red. He needed a friend to talk to in order to maintain his consciousness. But unfortunately, in the midst of the party crowd that carries the theme of the fairy tale, no one he knows, except Priscilla who has gone out of nowhere to remember his acquaintance. While Bobby is definitely taking pictures with his fans. Yes, in addition to working as a hair stylist, Bobby who has a lot of followers on Instagram is also a celebgram.

Zevanna's attention that had been focused on drinks with low alcohol content in her hands was immediately diverted when she heard a song that was quite imprinted in her memory because it had been sung by someone who seemed to be a permanent resident in the her heart. Suddenly he raised his face and found Albert—sang bridegroom—kini began singing songs for Vania. Zevanna. Yeah, definitely not that guy. "It's impossible that he's here, too" his mind grimaced.

"Dor!"

"Lo, tuh, that's not cool. At the party instead of having fun. Think what, anyway?"

"Mikirrr .. there is, deh. Very cool, anyway!" Zevanna sticking out her tongue. For matters of romance he is not easily open to others, including his mother.

Speaking of his mother, since then Zevanna did not see women who sometimes busy beating state officials.

"Sister, see Mama?"

"No, tuh. I'm like a little kid just looking at his mom in this place." Priscilla. "Eh, called, tuh, make a photo," he pointed to the stage that was filled with their extended family.

The two girls immediately got up and walked towards the bride's throne which was dominated by white.

"Congratulations, yes, Brother. Happily ever after." Zevanna hugged, then splashed with Vania.

"Thanks, Ze-chan. Hope it's coming, yeah."

"Sister Prissy first, deh. He's more senior." Zevanna glanced at the woman behind her. "Gue doesn't want to be disobedient. Ntar even cursed to be a make up brush again."

Crisp laughter instantly blared. Zevanna was the smartest when asked to answer.

"Again if it's a brush. I curse you to be a blackhead plaster." Priscilla will not lose.

"Sir Prissy!" Zevanna. Which makes the others laugh more.

As soon as the photo session was over, Zevanna who was no longer strong was in that place took the initiative to go to the hotel room that was last afternoon she used to decorate Aunt Miranda. However, a bad luck happened to him. A little boy running around accidentally hit her and spilled a drink on her dress. Zevanna wanted to get angry, but realizing that the child was doing it plus the frightened face of the boy made her disengage the intention.

"Other times be careful, yeah, Deck." Zevanna took a deep breath, trying to be patient.

"Yeah. Sorry, yes, Brother."

Zevanna nodded and let the boy meet his parents. After that, ******* softly heard when you saw the stain of the drink just now. If not cleaned immediately, it cannot be lost. Therefore, Zevanna quickly went up the elevator, towards her hotel room. Stupid people still haven't come home. After all, he had a meaningful reason if later Priscilla or his other family commented unsavoryly.

The elevator door opened as soon as it reached the intended floor. Zevanna had only walked a few steps when her eyes caught a pair of different men and women of the middle generation embracing, about to enter one of the hotel rooms on the floor. His feet suddenly limp, while his eyes feel heated because tears have loomed in the eye.

"Mrs ... Jayden ...."