Bad Husband Mask Fake
Chapter 3. Treasure, Face, Power

Make up special effects that have been cleaned. Just obeying her grandmother's words, made her face look bad. Graduated SMU with the best grades, but the grandmother who always served the village food but classy, said she should not go to college in the city. Because of the cost factor, and her grandmother who was afraid to live alone.

It's weird for him, really weird. Scholarship, but not allowed to go to college. Nor is it allowed to work menial jobs, having to read a lot of books. Taught about things in business strategy by the grandmother.

That's why he had thought when reading a book about health. Did her grandmother have dementia (senility)?

I don't know, the important thing is to be able to learn and eat, following all the wishes of his grandmother. Including not being able to show his beautiful face. Doesn't the grandmother want her granddaughter to get a soul mate?

But the 28-year-old man rolled around in bed after taking a shower and wearing pajamas. Who says he never pubes? He saw the woman, the woman who was so beautiful to him.

Can he own it? That man must be rich, if seen from his car. The only capital to approach the woman was only her handsome face. It also has to be covered in makeup that makes it look to have a lot of wounds.

There's no way to get close to him. Who wants to be with poor villagers?

*

The grandmother opened the laptop, wearing reading glasses. Squinting his forehead, receiving a call from someone, through his phonecell.

"Thus, is my son asleep?" A woman's voice sounded from across the street.

"Yet, young master is asleep. You don't have to worry, today he followed all his study schedule. I prefer to study outside the home." The answer from Berta to someone across the street.

"A few months I'm going to be hard to contact. Companies abroad are having problems. If there are no more problems, maybe after my return from abroad, you can go home. But for a while stay alert. Look hide Michael, watch out for everyone who comes near him." The last sentence that a woman uttered, turned off her call quickly. Like no one wants to eavesdrop.

Berta put the phonecell back. It would have been easier if his great master had not died as a result of being killed. But he was worried about something. Somehow a bad feeling came to his mind.

*

Maybe a bad feeling that has its own meaning. When the young man who wore the shabby clothes, led his cows one by one to the field. His steps came to a halt, staring at the soul mate search brochure.

His face sparkled for a moment, the beautiful woman he met yesterday at the stall. Honestly, the real thing is prettier than the one in the photo. Brochure of matchmaking search ads.

A smile on his face."I'll have a wife!" the young man shouted determinedly, pulling one of the brochures out of the tree.

"Don't know yourself, the codet will come?" A young man dressed in red laughed at him.

"Don't be wrong he's fit to be an artist." The yellow-clothed youth interrupted.

"Artist?" The red-clothed youth did not understand.

"The FTV artist, the movie's title, the face cream seller is sprinkled, his skin peels out of shreds, expelling pus and maggots." The yellow dressed youth.

A group of young men who came back laughing.

"I'm more handsome than you..." That was the only answer from Michael, greeted with everyone's laughter.

It doesnt matter! This woman is looking for a soul mate. Probably better off with her, completely confident as a wingless angel. The young man who finally sings, while guiding his cow. More precisely sing a song, Angel Also Know.

A strange village boy. Until the expanse of fields covered with grass is seen. His cow began to be tied up. Notching his eyes, the truly beautiful villa was located near the fields.

If you think about it again, this is a match-finding event. Restless, that was his feeling at this moment. His heart was beating fast, no! Maybe he'll be rejected once he sees.

But what's wrong with registering? In the end, he clenched his hand. Sighs many times, says to his closest friend."Cow, you stay here first huh? Later after registering I will just guide your friends here, Sipi and Sepi. If the buffalo today borrowed Sukri sir, the tractor is damaged. The patient here. If someone offers grass, you do not want to ride in people's cars carelessly. You'll be kidnapped later, I'll bother if the guy asks for ransom." Said the young man who was talking to the cow.

Sighs rough, says seriously to the cow."Pray me! May the woman's brain be a little shrewd, so I'll be her husband!"

"Mooo." at last the cow answered. The true cow, turned her eyes to the pile of books under the tree. Perhaps tired of eating grass, without Michael realizing it, the cow ate the book.

The young man who was walking stared at the large gate in the villa. Some of the young men came out, mostly downcast, as it did not fit the criteria.

Sighing rudely, not carrying a CV or cover letter, not even a land letter, the Wagyu beef-eating man did not have one. Wearing swallow sandals, which are dirty, plus knee-length shorts, t-shirts with faded colors. This is the outer clothing that her grandmother arranged.

His eyes looked around, there was a child of kades wearing a suit, coming out with a sigh, maybe he was rejected as well. Neighbors were also spotted, wearing borrowed branded clothes. The owner of the rice mill, a widower of one child participated there. Dressed up, everyone appeared as fully as possible. Without knowing how beautiful and rich women are.

"Rejected!"

"Rejected!"

"But I am the owner of several shophouses..."

"Sorry, you're rejected..."

Voice after voice rang out, more and more people were bowed down in disappointment. From the handsome ting-ting virgin, to the cool widower cash money, inexplicably none of it is accepted.

He began to worry, especially before he had a child who owned a gold shop. The same age as him, a pretty face coupled with rich.

"You came too? Just give up, instead of a codet like you being hurt." The young man advised Michael.

"She's beautiful, so I can't give up." Honest words from Michael.

"Can't ya?" The young man just laughed, among the squid who signed up, he was the best.

But is it true? As soon as he entered the quarrel sounded.

"I'm the son of a gold shop owner! Why was I rejected! I'm pretty handsome already. So---"

"You didn't meet our lady's criteria." one woman said, opening the door and forcing the gold shop owner's son out.

"Just go home! I was rejected especially you!" The young man's warning to Michael.

But this is his decision. There is no turning back at all. He stepped up with certainty, entering the room guarded by a female servant.

In the end that beautiful face looked kindly smiling at him.

He sits looking sad. But this woman was really beautiful from any angle looking at her. He can only swallow his mouth rough.

"Whose name?" claudia asked with a smile.

"Michael.." honest answer from him.

"Michael's? Not the name of the village. But it's okay. Besides what house do you have?" Claudia asked again.

"A. I have love."